Luck Ra || BZRP music Session #61 / Politólogo del Rap REVERSION

I’m not pretending to be tough, I’m the mature one
The one who shuts down your game lyrically
I looked into the dark, I’m not Maduro
Today, who lasted longer like that Diddy track

I saw antonyms with a philanthropic, utopian, explicit dream topic
Don’t come at me with your fancy requirements
I’m taking down five cynical politicians
And I can’t even count how many times I’ve been stuck for months
You see, I crossed through the swamp

Behind you, you see bestsellers that I doubt ever kiss
That a hundred do good for rap at once, Arabs will see
That wars on land are buried for being faithful to Allah
Money that leaves oil, you see hate with God as an excuse, will they lock them up?

The only thing that hits hard is the pay cut
Stupid, clear your ass, you’re relaxing for a change
They love to brag, rates rise and spiders crawl
At the end of the month, it’s horrible to see that money’s missing and you hum

I eat the hate badly, I’m the white boy king with talent
On the bench, I take out everyone watching me with freestyle, 8 Mile?
I always mess with Biza because I saw some losers heating up to entertain
They get greased up, they wake up, man, I don’t do playback
I stand on the court like Neymar

If I change the B to a G, they catch on if you see my bars
Sharp prose in the shape of Wolverine narrates
I bought a cell with rap and they hang on to what comes out of my head, Rapunzel
Bad surfer on the lost wave, spin the bar carousel