Commas

Whoever disagrees here in rap now, I’m the boss like Nyussi, I hit hard like Bruce
I use my brain like Lucy, I’m on fire, Toni Kroos
So I say and repeat, right now there’s no nigga who can touch me
Yeah bro, I’m grinding, every day I’m rocking shoes

And even Bander knows, I’m the man
If you want, I’ll say it in 50 shades, no one can hold me back
'Cause I’m a good nigga, MC Roger Ogah Siz
They hear me overseas, if they don’t hear me, they hear my sis

Changes, what’s up, if you’re with me I’ll send you peace
But if you’re against me, I’ll fold my fingers, raise my thumb, and you’re not looking nice
I’m a beat killer, I wipe out niggas when I create rhymes
I take them out, 50 meters, punches from those other niggas are just little jabs

They’re little niggas, it’s me they imitate, and we don’t need wikileaks
To uncover that these wannabes are fakes like Nicki’s tits
And for boys who say they have cold flow, I give them fever and vix
And the day you see me flexing, you’ll also see Flash in skinny jeans

Shout out to all the citizens. From Maputo, who know I’m the God
Bro, I was made for music, I could be an iPod
And science proves you can’t arm wrestle with Robocop
Long years on the road, I know how long to stay in the pit spot

And you gotta take out the heavyweights
This isn’t a bumper car, or some Funcargo or Vitz dog
Here you gotta have guts, ex-lady of Kid Rock
You guys are puppets, open a kids shop, sorry I don’t admit freaks off
Playing under my nose, I’ve had enough of the dude who messes with my mustache

Since the days of Chicken and Málik, in rap I’m a real player
You with professional socks, I’m the one with secret socks
These kids can’t catch me anymore, chicken pox
They grow wings, want my bread, this isn’t a zinger box

I’m full of fans in elementary, others in high school
My number one fan is breaking college, number two is an intern
And I have managers listening to me in their 4 by 4s
'Cause I’m too hot like a few minutes after twelve

If you invite me to your banger, man, you’re brave
It’s like being with Messi and Ronaldo and wanting the golden ball
And then I’m a Sameblood, yeah yeah, if you’re not Two-Face here, you’re out
And worse when I’m with Slim Nigga, we’re like Josimar and mingas

Ivan and Lingras, catch me if you can
I was already writing when I played games and picked Ryu and Ken
Liu Kang, Hwoarang, guys who hit hard with their feet

And speaking of Hwoarang, you can’t reach the heels of Zla
The heels of Zla are the ones that reach you, puhh
Ain't nothing new, Sameblood has always been the crew
We leave niggas in a bad mood, yeah we call these niggas Gru