Barras De Terror

Lyrics of Bars of Terror
Tote King's third album bars of terror
I'm the rap equalizer, Windows media's bastard
With more info than Wikipedia, step aside
The deformed soldier who betrayed Sparta for sex
People want a damn piece of the pie
And if necessary, bet their family on cards
But my style is superior, it's a hit worldwide
And my flow! It's the armored lion of the wolf pact
Five years without spending a damn dime on clothes
They sponsor me down to the boot laces
I'm out of here before they start judging
I've seen your future as an MC, tearing tickets at the movies
I have a pact, I'd rather die than be lazy
I'm puking in the bathroom while they call me for another collab
I want to be buried with a Twinkie
After watching the last Boy Scout again!

Chorus:
Who are the ones rocking Rolexes?
Rappers can't, I send them back to school
Who are the clueless ones?
They don't sound, don't shine, don't look for options
Bars of terror, run run run
Tote takes it all, nothing left
My lines are the lights of central airports
Where land flows bigger than cathedrals

Tote King's third album, fire burning in the body
I'm going to give you goosebumps, got it?
Until they comb dunes, until they pop a Puma ball
And deflate like fasting sex
Unique, legitimate, respects the scene
Never neglects his skills while criticizing the system
Just like big trees seem like treasures
Tote grows and grows and never loses value like gold
How much are you tripping
Talking about sales, and I just keep singing
Your crew, crying, whining in the field
And I know games aren't won by talking
I'm twenty-nine years old physically, chronologically
Mental crosses in my head, it's a zoo
Don't come at us with real because that's so played out
I'm getting on a city bus announcing my album!

Chorus:
Who are the ones rocking Rolexes?
Rappers can't, I send them back to school
Who are the clueless ones?
They don't sound, don't shine, don't look for options
Bars of terror, run run run
Tote takes it all, nothing left
My lines are the lights of central airports
Where land flows bigger than cathedrals

Tote King's third album, it's already a mess
You watch so much TV that Antena 3 is your dad, does it hurt?
That's how the one who crushes your temples with great words rolls
That only works for you, where?, in Scrabble
Everyone's supposed, the southern star has arrived
We make dents like sharks on surfboards
I bury you, my land grows, and the quarry is iron
But my flow is top-notch like dog food
I define my style: parody
I define coke: talking for four hours straight with someone you hate
I've tamed the language, worked hard to achieve it
Only His Majesty King Juan Carlos can shut me up
(why don't you shut up?) that..
Your album smells worse than my 2002 sneakers at a cheese tasting
Bars of terror, kids, bars of terror
Someone take over, I'm tired of being the best!

Chorus:
Who are the ones rocking Rolexes?
Rappers can't, I send them back to school
Who are the clueless ones?
They don't sound, don't shine, don't look for options
Bars of terror, run run run
Tote takes it all, nothing left
My lines are the lights of central airports
Where land flows bigger than cathedrals