Éxodo Lirical Vs Lokillo

Look, Mr. Steroids
Your biceps don’t impress me
Neither your triceps nor your whole physique
You ain't got the balls like the androids
Keep it up and Exodus, you’ll be out of sperm
It’s that simple, the sauce for the party
Of course, I take a life and the kid doesn’t even notice me
I come in hot, I’m feeling it
Like a ripe mango
Shoutout to Colombia and the salsa from Grupo Niche
Salsa so you can see, bro
You think you’re Dominican
I’ll take you down, slice your hand
Pure Cuban flow like the villager, hey
They had me eating pork
I’ll beat you in Chile, in Colombia, and if I go to your house, I’ll beat you there too
I’ve got one more salsa, papi, for you to enjoy
I want you to get into the rhythm
Like I get into the flavor of the congas
Bye, you’re out, mediocre brother
You got tough when you had one life left
Why are you tough when you’re on the edge of death?

I got strong because I can fight
The size of my muscles is proportional
To the size of your insecurity
You can’t talk about my face, my hair, or my knowledge
You on the dance floor, no matter how you dress
You’ll always be considered shit on the inside
I freestyle and focus, if you want to sing, get out of here and head to karaoke
Because here we freestyle, real rappers
Who sound like a fourth
I raise the note and you, not even as a pianist
Could hit this high note
I really freestyle, I’ve got gravity, I’ll take you out of your league, I’ll hit you with double tempo
Because you’ll never have it, because Lokillo is 10% of Lyrical Exodus
I won 4 battles in Central America in a row
Not even with 5 lives would you achieve what I did in half of mine, but
Get out of the way, I’ll beat you on your own turf, I’ll get into a body like it’s poison
Santa Claus left you without coal and without reindeer, I’m the best at this freestyle even if it hurts
I’ve reached the point that in the end, to rap, you’ll have to copy me, Vallest.