Andergraun
Tote King
Underground
You want iron, champ? I lock you in a line nearby,
I put a plug in your mouth and a pronoun on the door,
Picking a fight with me in the forum is on sale, for sure
No one crosses the pool because the water smells stagnant when you see it,
Slow sidewalk, counting lines, dividing the turn,
I'm the complete opposite of everything your crew represents,
Are you going to exhaust my exclamation mark?,
For every monotonous tone that comes out of the microphone in each composition,
What are you inventing? (hahaha), give me the bill, lung represents,
Turn the marker around, you can't do a 360 anymore, right?,
Song, shut up, your style begs me on the ground to kill it quickly,
Don't think and put it on automatic,
I wear Double V shirts to lift weights,
Sweating rap is normal, you're making a reservation,
I'm having dinner tonight, I'm a Ferrari without brake fluid,
An all-terrain vehicle that polishes your rap with a good face,
(Tote is the one with a weak voice), your mother!, those are garbage,
Your jaw would break if you let go of three of mine
for quality, you've got the Hispad backpack stuck to your back
or do you also have that face at Christmas,
I climb mountain skirts without safety ropes, believe it,
I'm a shepherd without sheep like Pablo Coello,
I'm in a social coma, I like normal, mediocre days,
nothing special, nothing is supernatural on a pedestal
when you turn around to hog the camera,
You wanted to cut and end up screwing on top of the lamp,
You go for the most dog rap but with colorful clothes
the rainbow comes out and I see it black, I disagree with your definition,
Juvenile's gold teeth make me cringe,
Amena is my sponsor because my lyrics are,
I clear the canvas, I leave you perplexed with insults
from young people in reflections of mirrors in the area,
It's simple, soft like quince meat
you'll stay if you wait for the chorus, kid,
Hey, what do you know about Underground?,
Look kid, do you hear the keys? It's late to your house