Golpe de Estado

You wanted a change in government
But the cops just pulled a coup
Take advantage, I’m feeling spicy and
I’m ready to respond so you can move forward
Throw shade every time a remix gives you a chance
You better get your act together because now I’m in a trance
I’m not here to leave you alive, buddy, or let you rest in peace

You keep throwing shots in songs, I respond and you take it to heart
Be thankful I pulled you out of the grave and crushed your trash
In music, you’re the floor, I’m the ceiling
Because I’m above you, fat pig, stuffed with feed
Your business is all messed up, clown, you’re about to go broke
Because every week you’re just a big joke with fifteen drinks

Dude, don’t act tough with that store, so you understand
Those who dress well know that’s a modern flea
The talent you sign when it leaves, it doesn’t come back
Because when it’s gone from your side, you progress right away

Hold your kamehameha, watch out if you have a stroke
I’ll break you while you’re chilling and you’re melting to throw at me
Hey, I know mentioning me works for you
Because we’re in quarantine and people need entertainment

Collecting Camry plates is your wealth
Remember it’s not the same to sound good as to get heard
I’m the king because with nine I’m the only one
Because my music adapts to all kinds of audiences
Because where I sing, people are happy
And you’re hustling in clubs hoping for fifty

Your lyrics make me hungry, that’s why I feast on them
My minimal intelligence is more than your greatest effort
What you have is bad words, you fell behind, perverse
You rap like a momma Jordan throwing a verse
Dude, you better pack it up, look how this comes out for me
I know you can’t keep up, I’m a beast on instrumentals
I know I’m causing you mental frustrations

To rap with me, you need more than ten drums
I’m giving you a beating with the trunk of a pine
Clearing the stones that block the way
I have a divine gift, I’m the architect of my fate
Everyone’s celebrating the death of Avelino
My lyrics are a shot, and the bullet goes where I aim

When I drop a bomb, I take them all out together
You still lack levels, you sound like a toothless fool
I feel like Resident Evil, fighting with the dead
How does it feel? You feel the heat from the cops
I have you in front of me with a 220 giving shocks

My IQ, leave it conscious, unconscious
The day I get up from this chair, it’s not for you to sit down
For chilling, I apologize to the Mozaristas
For putting dynamite on those who were on the list
Let me take advantage and apologize to the pencil pushers
I know they don’t feel good because I killed their artist

The credits aren’t rolling yet
Now I just got the star

Look how I unfocus you, rocoloco
I have you sweating like Piddy Pablo
You don’t have any rhythm, good crazy rooster
Look at my speed, and I don’t even mess up

You
You’re driving me crazy talking about money
I’m paving your street without asphalt
Look how I scare you
I’m working hard, I’m way too high

I know you’re mad because I took your chair
The coronavirus hit, put on your mask
All this beating, I make them do squats
Facing the cops is like fighting with guerrillas

I’m the Joker, you’re Wonder Woman
You asked me softly, and I delivered without butter
Wipe your mouth, it’s full of nonsense
I killed you, dark pig, bring the stretcher

Wasn’t that what you wanted?
The cops, the cops
Roll out of here, clown
Aren’t you supposed to be tough?
Your opponents were weak, clown
And I’m gonna give you a tip
Your cardholders are giving me the green light, pushing you forward
But that’s a code between us
I don’t break those codes.