Imperdonables

Dangerous like anthrax
And as urgent as 911 is the ghost threat
That on this record I don't use plasma
Not because we're wise but because we're drunk
We're four cheesy guys causing serious trouble
Just in case wreaking havoc
Drinking bottles looking for the last sip
And that's how I became a strategist
Four years working on this second delivery
Dude, don't get confused
I no longer aim to gain more audience
Nor for the critics to dominate
And label us as unique
We already stained the red carpet with mud
It wasn't impossible to fix any loose screw with WD-40
Rattlesnake, you corrupted Eden
Being more fake
Than an awards show
Big talker (scam)
Like the Tower of Babel
The crazy union keeps unstoppable on this train
Now do the math that I won't get off
Like Menem from this second round 18 tracks for sale
Try this mint candy
Son of a bitch, who represents you?
Now say it, who represents you?

Wipe yourself with a handkerchief
Let the fears fall
After waiting for three years
I'm coming like a FedEx package
Second delivery, nothing stops it
I've been hidden like behind bars
Coming out today to crush strategists
And now who will defeat me?
If the first part was complex
The second can be a problem
So check, buddy
It's the other side of the coin
It's the second floor, level 2, and now who tolerates me

As a lyricist, explicit
Convicted of illicit crime
Know this written tale
I'm truthful and in the soul
There's no clinical doctorate
For cardiac patients
In a commitment
I don't ask for permission
Here I specialize to see rap
From 300 meters high
And in the ad
In the race, I'm precise
From the beginning
Without exercises
I catch girls like fish on a hook
That's the game
And among my sheets
There's no comfort
That's why I surround like without the condom
Gallant and avenger like Zorro

Pass me the joint
I'll spare you
You're dangerous like a bumblebee
A nuisance
We're still on board because there are plenty of fighters in the ring
But they can't take away our king's belt

Me, me, me
And brutally killing
In your tiny face
Son of a bitch, taking in this second delivery
The baton with two eyes ahead
And four thousand for the grand
I'll make these failed clowns
Who thought we were just passing through, expire
I don't feel like a duke
But I'm a crafty giant
Who brings it, deceives you
Getting you in your own web
Join me, my good belts in solitude
I fit well
Between box, kick, and bass
I'm an anti-mathematical guy
Authentic hero, dynamic, doesn't cool down
Don't come looking for in my hip hop and philosophy
Who do you trust
Cosmonaut suffering
The good impact
Here putting myself in 2005
This time we'll always be the path
For your feet, son of a bitch, unforgivable
Here we are again at home