Freestyle (feat. spreen)
LIT killah
Freestyle (feat. Spreen)
Science says there is no competition
These guys don't see my essence
Every time I can show him
That can't even touch my essence
They ask for clemency
When I tell you that in reality
I have violence
Because they act like they don't care and with me
They can't because I don't have patience
These little rappers who act cool
They can't even stick it to the base
Hey!
I have a style that pleases
Hey!
They act like they don't care but they do
I know everything I say
I am an iceberg
Because I'm so calm and I did it
Real dick
All the style and capability
What does lit killah have?
They just know that they never
It can be locked up
They can't motivate themselves
Can't be activated
I'm just telling you
I lock him in the couch
And this alone
It is to disappear
Because they don't forget
(Trophy) everything I have they say
Like the trophy
I kick it
I knock him out
I think I think that I don't really
I only think I'm talking
The trophy
Every time I say I hit
But well, I think, look
For me, I knock him out
Because then I fly away
As I want it
But what a pity that
These rappers don't act good
They are in heat
Like a dog
I bury it
But I surround you
And I wander around as I please
Every time I tell you
That every word he says
I hurt you
I'll break everything for you
And then it continues
I get you back
But I don't expect
I'm just saying
That I am pro
Because I prosper
But I don't expect that much
So, all the fools in tears
But in the meantime
As my theme I tell you that I stand
They act like they don't care but
I hit the target
Don't act good because
They are in the bank
But they are commenting
Or running they become crippled
When they want to hit me
With their hand but they can't
To all my brothers I say
That I always appear
And I dribble at him, no oh
Mu-tan
Wu-tang
I sound classic like him
Wu wu tang
And this is what they do, dude
Gu gu gu
Which orangutan
(Show)
They say show but I have flow
Look, my bro, that
That every time I hit him
This is what good people do
And they know nothing more
Because I set it on fire
Okay
As they say, dude
I know every word
What a shot eh maybe it could be that
Let me go
As the law
I am the sensei
They act good but they play
All to the play
Me too, maybe
I'm not going to say no to myself
Because I do it well
These are already burning from one to one hundred
But always
What does it look like?
(Aim) that they can't do it right
I have the aim
I always catch it, I take a tap
They act good and can't
We send them to tap dance
I'm the one who nails you
Reggaeton
Dance crip and tra-trap
These guys act like they're cool
With me, dude, I say shaq
Like Shaquille O'Neal
These are the good ones
With me and they don't know that in reality
They throw out all the nonsense
I'm not stupid
This is what they're trying to do
And they are actually going to disappear
With the beat
When I tell him that
I'm not afraid to walk alone
I'm going to tell him that I can
Back to
Move to
It escapes me
The word
I'm the most rapper
That (h) open (n)
The door of the
Hell, let's see who escapes
Or else I'll break down
In this room
We are the kids because
You know it won't uninstall
The program
From my mind will speak
Of sticking the daggers
And these are the good ones'
Like a virus spreads
The plague does not pay
Wacho, the light goes out
And these guys act like they're cool
And they lose the deja vu
She is looking for someone better than you
Because you are tall
Turrito
Without attitude