121

I treat the beat like the Bitch's plate
It crushes us, soundtrack of those who steal and pass by
If I don't have calm, it's not my business, I go in peace
Even if it's suspicious, 9 in the back seat (just kidding)

This is just my state of mind, lyrical, citric
Acid, damage, psychic, damn
I look from afar hitting like a Camper
Beat that awakens in me the Under syndrome

Raised in war like a Hammer
I have dinner with these guys in rap, flow Jeffrey Dahmer (mothafucker)
He talks a lot, but he knows that if
Invades the space, sleeps with an upper

She has fire in her ass like Charmander
Who before saying good morning, already asks me to lick
Depending on some MCs, rap dies (it's 'fi')
Needs to let out what consumes

The maneuver mass
Is always in misery
Who comes from below using the mind
Gets a target on the forehead (it's a fact)

What they want is to see you succumb
The system injects drugs making more zombies
Under the viaduct, many turn into fertilizer
Patrol car turns a blind eye, since it saw everything

More and more real in my Art, like Spike Lee
I don't give a damn about the MC who's on the hype

Cold and calculating, scope on zoom
Sniper on the beat boom, article 121
They are vehicle like medium
You only value water after the source has dried up

Cold and calculating, scope on zoom
Sniper on the beat boom, article 121 (they are)
They are vehicle like medium
You only value water after the source has dried up

You only value water after the source has dried up (oh)