Batalha De Rima

Yo, yeah
Mic check, mic check
Yo, yo, yo
Son Classic, uh, oh
Yo, yo, yo
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah

Notes
Since you got nowhere to drop dead, I bring the coffins
I spit fire, if you wanna face me, bring two cannons
I send fakes to the ICU, with straight lines I stop hearts

Applauded at your funeral, way too bold
For challenging a celestial, way too emotional
Like Pyto, I don’t hold back on the bass
You bring a weak one to face me, I say turn it up to 6

Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo

Supreme entity, comet in astrology
If you face me, I’ll sign your retirement
Like a stray bullet, I’m cruising down the street
I was born to rap, so feel the magic

The way I kill it in the game, first-degree murder
Cryptographer in my mind, brain encoded
I channel the ancestors, spirit of the wild
Legacy from my grandpa, I’m a gifted child

Adopted by the world of rhymes
I drop my masterpieces, to feast on your cousins
So much blood in the game, I never lose control
Joystick in my hand, fishing for rappers with a hook

Teacher, no one speaks when I walk in the room
I take them all out, one by one, each with their own doom
Vital signs, grab the bar
Time traveler, I came to take you to the future, pack your bags