Bla Bla (Freestyle Session) (feat. Bnet)

You don't get it, no
Can't tell me anything about flow
They keep saying no, bro
No to drugs but then too much snow in the bathroom, hey
I don't get involved where I'm not called
You get involved everywhere
But only with your buddies
I get involved all around, it's fire
I don't care if it's the jungle, the desert, or the Savannah

Between the sheets, I see nothing
I forget the world taking a puff
My heart stops, like yours when I drop bars
They say they're rare, but rarely
Do they end up not looking like a corpse
Because I'll end up being a rich dude
And you'll end up covered in criticism, my brother

What up?
For those rappers who think they're pop stars
But the truth sounds pop if it is
Bnet rapping like a rap rock
They can't answer me, can't control me
I shoot like Counter Strike and have to kill them
They're on the third strike and I have to eliminate them
This is called freestyle, you stick to talking

Blah, blah
Start picking up that blah, blah
Blah, blah
Nerso Verse and Bnet have skills
Blah, blah
Start picking up that blah, blah
Blah, blah
Nerso Verse and Bnet have skills

Hey, I don't have an office
My office is my environment
I don't get dirty
I saw your tag and I don't cross it out
Because I do you no favors, dude
The truth is it was ugly, but I don't believe it
Those rappers live in comics and it seems like a comic book
And I see you're too weak
I choose what I rap, not your weak piece
I don't get wet over your crap
I just get mad giving you a smack
Now I smoke a lot and I'm not talking about blunts
I'm talking about wearing out my lungs
Like NASCAR cars
That get stuck at night

Eyow Bro!
I started in Conde Duque with Waskar, no bitch educates me, you don't scratch me
Although if it itches me
Tell me you need me, your balls are marbles
Your crew doesn't apply it
And the drugs you bought, the cops take them away
Oh my god, leaving crumbs along the trail
So it reaches the stars
In any environment where I sound, I'm rougher
Hey, enough, enough
I'm out