Matando La Liga

The only monarchy where you like the king
If I enter, I'll sew your mouth shut, like David Blaine
Bars you don't deserve, yes, again, man
They call me parachute, my job is to combat the void
Come with me until the end of days
Until we're ashes from a B-Real blunt
Until mother hen comes to collect her chicks
(What else?) and my prose dynamites the entire pantheon of your poetry
And now I don't write lyrics, I write articles of interest
(What else?) better than the newspaper's staff
(What else?) my rap four minutes without bills or bridges
So every million of mine on YouTube is worth three
Three years ago I was going to quit on the Lebron album
Then Kobe left us and made me see reason (you see)
Now I know that maybe the last stop
Is when I'm ashes from a Wiz Khalifa blunt
I bring Electric Wizard to your priestly rap
And you catch more roller coasters than at Port Aventura
The years have changed since that first piece
The cabby recognizes me and turns off the radio
A porn video leaks, Britney, and sinks your career
One of mine leaks and a new one begins (a new one!)
I'm as annoying as Greta (like Greta!)
The world ends if I snap the gem glove

The type of individual that seeks ways to stack mad figures
(Killing the league!)
The type to shut down the main man just to make his game plan bigger
(Killing the league!)
And when you scheme, he's ready to move much quicker
(Killing the league!)
So when you flip and he slips the clip in, then he relies on the trigger
(Killing the league!)

Among my people there are no believers, what you see is what you get
Around here they give you two hits and you've already tasted the body of Christ
Forty-one and still giving wax in the circle
You look at the ground and dance, snitch, like the spider in Goodfellas
My brain resting in motion like a shark
My heart pumping Cabernet Sauvignon
I open a liquor, don't know what, in a numbered bottle
I shoot a 3-pointer with much love, like Kevin with the Cavs
Did this reference hurt you four times?
No, I write for four but get paid by hundreds
In every beat a mistake and it sounds good because this is jazz
You're all blocked on my phone except the chat I have with Stash
Those years I've lived until the end
Those nerves have stolen more balls from me than the opponent
That test I failed because the one that was right
Was the first one I thought of when I did the multiple choice
That chance I lost due to my shyness
That woman who looked at me that I never approached
The bullying I felt repeating until yesterday
The punches I didn't throw stuck under my skin
Today the sun shines, and I'm writing here
I don't want to hear about comfort zones
I'll die for you, remember me
And it will be the only prize I won't say no to

The type of individual that seeks ways to stack mad figures
(Killing the league!)
The type to shut down the main man just to make his game plan bigger
(Killing the league!)
And when you scheme, he's ready to move much quicker
(Killing the league!)
So when you flip and he slips the clip in, then he relies on the trigger
(Killing the league!)