Yoga Fire

Fuck, Chiocki, you have to arrive, man, more on time, brother
For God's sake, am I going to have to kill your whole family?
What the fuck?

Scene, I came to sweep it
If I'm on the charge, there is no barrier
Scored goals and drove a Gol, bought a spaceship
Play like Maradona with a slight difference between careers
Hasta la vista, now the view is my screens (uh)
This beat Kant hammers
Yes, I came to insult you, the end will result
In ring, ring, finally having to consult
With Dr. Dráuzio Varella, it's true
They want to know even about my groin (uh)
Kant, how do you stack these notes?
Swearing at others, you missed this, right, my daughter?
Without wanting to be rude, not taking from a boy
But I came from the sewer, patience has run out
Your maximum is still very little
I decided to give my worst in this track so as not to be so far above the others
Trace your path, enter my mind
Understand that a year ago I died and was reborn
It doesn't matter if I spend on the Bible, whore, or Hennessy
That only belongs to me for these whining
Brought a bedside table stuffed with fuck it
Come, take your fuck it and run like Speed Racer
Doesn't rhyme a drop and talks about Aquaman
What would you say if he drowned you himself?
Wouldn't hit in this rhyme salad
Even if your dictionary sautéed
The tadpole that lent you that neuron there
Would only be smart if it revoked it
Can't rhyme like me, my brain implant
There are those who tried and fucked up, why?
Ask Doc Tray to plant
Feeling like the owner of Dante's hell
What hell, Kant fried brain
This sound is like a cannonball from my army

Just read the reverse of Kant, tsss, boom
Will you clash with the tank?
Mirror me, then I'll spit fire
Yoga fire, yoga flame
Don't come blaming me (Hadouken)
That I take personally since Street Fighter
With a Glock shot to rip off your cock
A kick in the coccyx, okay, there's no reason
The reason is because I can and because I rhyme like hell (yeah, yeah)
Even using cracks, the groggiest verses
I'm the one who makes you crazier than oxy
If only your shirt were fake and your rhyme from Oakley, okay
What do you know about cutting your wrists and waiting for death
Listening to rap inside a box? Okay
Didn't like it, lick a sack and complain in the inbox
Okay, I realized you like to be two-faced by your Botox

Chick, chick, stop, brother, I've warmed up my voice
Drop that tag there for me to rhyme seriously now
911, what's your emergency?
Chiocki Beats, damn

Success like Sputnik, compete with me in Nike
I'm sorry, Nike, for stepping on something, the target nickname that frees itself
I came to rhyme like a Sniper, shoot everywhere and this gun doesn't pee-pee
Baby, hihi, a jab
In this motherfucker and then I dab
Would kill motherfuckers smoking a Derby
It's that for these tracks I bring demons from the past
That are much worse than Annabelle
In a matter of a record I leave everyone retarded
It's like being blindfolded and throwing darts
The difference is that I have data on opponents
In a matter of moments they become portraits
On shelves, I remain incommunicado
Indestructible, irresistible in what I do thus becoming intact
I adapt to the worst, leaving you unfit while capturing rhymes

Quickly polish pic, pic xels
I make my hits fry your neurons
Don't irritate Zeus, don't imitate me, there is no us
Don't judge yourself the king of sex, for this Cartman here even Peppa Pig gave
Fuck your guess, nothing good, Venom, we appealed
Hello Kitty, hello kill and may your guess never again touch your core
Beg me, ignore me, I want your end to be noble
Stay sober, I'm a inglorious bastard
In glory, implore me, I want to hear, pray
I see rap pages making fake news and I stop and think like: Oh shit
Never before nor now have empty pages filled books
Small MCs with small letters I easily get rid of
They want my chain, my bank account
But they don't want to live in the hell I live in
No chorus, bitch