Three-Peat

Hip-Hop Moz & Hernâni are in the city, so we’re lit
Take a break from amapiano, play this and hit repeat
As always dropping high bars in these multiverses
Punchlines for days, 3, yeah, three-peat

The more time passes, the more I’m appreciated
Like fine wine

Blame those who labeled me
I’m in my prime, my drops, all fire
I’m solid, and you see owner when I put my finger on this
Or I’ll show you numbers, like it’s a fingerprint or code

Yeah, put me with the rappers with the most flow and delivery
Pure artistic vein even if I was a dude who injects
They thought I ghosted 'cause my career was a bit quiet
But I didn’t turn my back on my goals, just want a bicycle kick

And hey bro, that’s how it is. Never go against me
Man, I already got respect from Duas, Kloro, Enccy
So don’t poke me to see power, you wannabe MC
'Cause every wall they put in front of me reminds me of Banksy

When you see me, you gotta kneel, yeah that’s the rule
The boy doesn’t tire of setting examples, doesn’t use etc.
And by the way things are going, I’m super, can’t nobody stop me
These ideas I put on paper, this shit’s hard to copy

God MC but with devil skills
If you don’t have a dog, don’t go hunting. I don’t follow sayings
Niggas can’t even surpass the drops I spit in the Kitabu
They’re square and don’t amount to anything. I defy Pythagoras

Works come out, lyrics all good. I’m unique
And I do this all the time. From your Top 10, I’m taking nine
And from now on, call me Goat or God Hernâni
This line proves I’m on top, bottom line

And tell me which planet I’m going to?
Or how to crash in some sixteen years, 'cause I haven’t
And I’ve been years without finding a challenge, damn

On the mic, I’m a lyricist like Janet
Hulk. Gigantic. I could be playing at Zenit
'Cause here you bleed out fast, dynamic
And it’s not enough just to want to kill, you need the right weapon

Experience beats talent
Deadly like rat poison
My lines come packed with spit from the baddest
With every tip you hear, doubts get cleared

I make your writings, drafts
The brain’s working like it’s connected to switches and routers
Same blood, these dudes are ruthless
One of the greatest you’ve ever seen

He represents Moz, he can’t die, like an embassy
Just missing shields and 100 pauses. 'Cause nigga, check the Legacy
Forget Nanas Lindas, bro, here we rep

Don’t just disagree, do something concrete
Here the talk is straight, the sky’s the limit, I don’t stop at the ceiling
Lack of conditions isn’t a reason to halt the project
If I were a flower, I’d probably bloom in the desert

'Cause I always protected the vision, the opposite of armor
And today the jams drive both freaks and ladies crazy
I think there’s no girl who doesn’t lift her skirt for me at this point
Your hoe, yeah, Aya Nakamura

So much fire in every song, it’s not just once in a blue moon
And better than this, only ladies on Insta showing their ass
I’m like putting Origi in when it’s 1-1
And you’re not Kid Cudi but your songs, hmnn hmnn