Los 4 raptasticos

I introduce myself, with Bazzel, Nayck and Cloud,
I am Porta and you already know me from my previous show.
I overflow with flow, I have a kid's voice, so what?
Does it bother you that a 17-year-old kid outshines you?
It's not a matter of age, I think it's already clear,
ready, I insist, I raised the bar, you've seen there's plenty of rap here.
Soma is on the device to leave you speechless,
if you want to be truly amazed, come to my concerts.
You drool like me playing Final Fantasy,
or Dragon Ball, I grab a pen and a paper syntax.
It's what I master and I have plenty of vocabulary,
I knock you down like dominoes, I screw your meticulous style.
Your metrics taste like a little suffocation with rap,
I put on the mask and I am the beast of the deity,
like in Zelda, the sows want to turn me on,
the girls' theme was a hit with all of them.
None of them take it personally and it goes for almost all,
I'm not sexist but reggaeton is for idiots.
An ex will always be fuckable, it's my legendary phrase.
You see the hysterical girl from Zara, it's not about aesthetics.
Are you trendy? Do you want to be super rappers,
then go to a forum and criticize me without criteria.
Envy is bad, you have a fail in your rap,
because I know very well that you've failed math your whole life.
I am amazed by myself, my style amazes (I'm unique),
I cast a shadow, on top of that you charge for absurd collaborations,
the second is the first to lose, this is the show of four,
this is my turn, exact rap, I distribute for free, I break it, I share.
You get excited, there are mistakes in your English exam.
My weight, despite everything, in gold is equal to my intellect,
I leave you with a straight penis, I bust, I get into your earphone,
you will be amazed by the rap we bring, gentlemen, age is not a matter.

[Chorus (x2)]
Bazzel, Porta, Nayck, Cloud, we are the 4 Rap-tastics.
4 against all, breaking your classic style.
it's basic, we shut your mouth,
explicit rap, we leave your typical style out.

[Cloud]
Scrimp, your peak makes me pity,
file your most intimate rhyme,
put on mascara, dry your bedel on my tablecloth,
with Bazzel, loyal Porta, eat my cimbrel, new school.
Alert, on sale, your ass is on sale,
I, born in the nineties, face,
my short age pays off, evasive, passive rhyme
and so on, as a defense mechanism.
You are the elite offense,
I give you more laps than a satellite,
so jump before the enamel jumps, get excited,
Porta, Bazzel, Nayck and Cloud, checkmate for your delight.
This is not your Turman show, they mock you,
you sweat, you think you're the sultan,
and in this instrumental I release it, you're banal,
there's an abysmal difference, your differential doesn't work well.
So you stagnate, every time you rhyme you choke,
take your dick out of your mouth,
if you then suck me off, you're not good for more,
your crew of blankets lick each other's asses.
So everyone is happy in your environment,
I am the entity that equally portrays it with composure,
and if you don't like it, my rap deceives you,
yours is crap dude, your flow is scary.
You admit to being modern at first sight,
you act progressive, you boast
about recording tracks and you stink,
you show more when you take a nap.
At full speed, look, I know it sounds beastly,
if you set up your fake battles to avoid falling at the first hurdle,
what a scene, you're embarrassing,
get lost, my vein swells.

[Nayck]
They are four egos that hit your stereotypes,
those who blow up speakers,
although, you know, rapacious birds, flying far from your lands,
flamboyant rhymes, verses in lace.
Despicable lies in juggling games,
You criticize and back down, I come back and hit,
to the beat of the tempo and I seriously believe
in the crap that sounds on your stereo.
Rapattack creates arrhythmia in your buddies,
they call me Nayck, or something similar,
international brands don't bother me,
I provoke mortattack, suicides daily.
Because of my rap, I play with verses,
and you are amazed,
new school representing, I ignore your attempt,
and I fuck anyone, of your lackeys.
I come to leave it, to leave it embroidered,
while you can continue anchored,
you say you're not inspired,
and it serves as an excuse not to measure up in this county.
All the shit you see goes towards me,
without disguise, I fuck your crew and raw flow,
I work hard in front of your garish attire,
I don't measure and I feel an uncontrollable soul.
It's detestable to see you on the street, I spit on your shit
I sweat if you want me I get on stage,
and I put on a show, I work hard,
and I get where I am without licking anyone's ass.

[Chorus (x2)]
Bazzel, Porta, Nayck, Cloud, we are the 4 Rap-tastics.
4 against all, breaking your classic style.
it's basic, we shut your mouth,
explicit rap, we leave your typical style out.

[Bazzel]
You're stupid, do you boast about your age? Come on, go away,
your rap goes through my ass and I throw it in the toilet.
You're an MC and you don't know what it means,
four against all the fags from your clinic.
Your girl's throat itches,
maybe because she chokes on the tip of my dick,
your girlfriend, the slut, added me on MSN,
she says I turn her on and wants a sip of my penis.
Spit on Cupid from glory,
I shit on love, and on my ex-girlfriend's whore,
dressed up as a posh rapper, I'm the one who drives you crazy,
bitch just finished sucking me off, slut, clean your mouth.
I'm the one who makes you handsome with a brush,
you blush and wet your red panties when you see my dick,
there are many idiots who comment nonsense in forums,
my demo may be shit, but yours is for the deaf.
You're my fan and you're hot, better for me,
if you don't fuck or suck me off here, I put you on the 'do not admit' list.
You suck to get maxi pads, have sexy pussies,
let them suck in taxis and then, where do you put the logs?
I started rapping seriously this old autumn,
since you've been listening to me, you only think with your pussy,
darling, your beauty doesn't always come from within,
I only fuck you if you put a bag on your head.
Your criticisms are so typical that they're pathetic to read,
they could be classified as typical and silly criticisms,
you're bad at rap and take antidepressants,
if I comment on your demo, I just put ellipses.
Dirty girl, if you suck well and you're a slut,
add me at: elbazzel@hotmail.com
or call here if you want to suck dick for breakfast:
636336091.
(This is Bazzel's number, here's the nymphomaniac kid,
if you're a slut and want to suck me off, leave your message after the beep.
If you're a guy, sorry, I'm fucking your girlfriend).