Compite (Con SFDK)

Playing cleanly but skillfully agile,
movements of my pieces, fragile MCs, you know this one doesn't stumble, from years back I come with my rhymes and my people, this is all I have,
walking with two H's tattooed on my skin,
accompanied by the mic like a faithful dog, I follow the path that life prepares for me, so many punches and kicks my face had to dodge, I make things clear what more can I say, I'm the Fakir, you poke me and poke me I can resist, living is the mission, surviving is my job, my story is a ferris wheel now up, now down
and I travel with third-class tickets, having to wait for the upper class to pass, but there are no more laws, no kings to tie me down, no cops to catch me or guns to kill me, my only goal is to reach you, touch you, embrace you with my art, conquer you, enlighten you, and if you want to fight then I'll have to beat you and if you decide to join, unite then go ahead.

It's the same old story, the same damn game,
we live competing, you hit, I hit back,
it's always the same tricks that repeat again, Hip-Hop life, life Hip-Hop, compete. [x2]

They could never stop me, there's no more dog barking, I was born six weeks early, not even my mother stopped me and as she used to say, it's better to give than to receive, and with strength I give and give, that's how us B-Boys do it, and now that you hear these rhymes you'll want to make them better, that's what the game is about, the battle of rhymers, who has more aces up their sleeve, who's clean?, who's real?, who's fake?, who gives you something?
I'm the crazy scientist, I investigate the essence of this science of mine, winning battles always without violence, look at the resistance, the power, the cause is the work, triumph the consequence, this is rap not delinquency, do you understand?, do you get it?, do you mend? Study NS's lessons to see if you learn, because when I drop my rhymes yours melt, come on, play, come, compete.

It's the same old story, the same damn game,
we live competing, you hit, I hit back,
it's always the same tricks that repeat again, Hip-Hop life, life Hip-Hop, compete. [x2]

Some talk, others stay silent, some win, others fail, some prepare the fuse, others explode, some rise, others fall and others don't fit in my rap, I attack when everything relaxes.
Life is competition, from school, from when someone in class had the best crayons, today the class stands and watches the one who flies, they applaud the one who carries his sole furthest from the ground, the one who doesn't need a grandma, the one who leaves his mark for when he dies, painful rhymes comparable to the worst toothache, don't smell, you stink, like a party, like white powder, like a party, I tell you even if it hurts, FLY!! as high as you can, your only horizon will still be my soles, my old school, my new language has broken my only school, you ride the rhythm but you get pierced by my spurs, real and true like being at odds, competition in rap and in life is what makes me move, obsession with competition can leave scars, when you see everyone running, you stay behind, feelings of inferiority sneak into your mind, bad thoughts roll in, screw the hundreds of players who never play.