Vampiris (Parte 2)

Viris and primo is like a Bambino concert
I grew up in a street HipHop anthem Gambino style
You start singing softly
Just like my Man Dino
Don't make movies mufuka you're not Tarantino
Vampire, I suck and spit blood from those niggas
Viris with the mic in hand is Kaka in San Siro
They lied, said I was wack
But couldn't explain the impact of the rap that everyone felt
You thought I gave saliva but I only gave rain
When you open your mouth you worsen the greenhouse effect
I know it's suspicious to say that the effect of the rhymes you lay is weak
But when you lay them I just fart
We just scrape a bit to prove that your rap is wack with rhymes in black and decker we make the law
When the microphone operates we cause craters in the street and in the blogosphere
They accuse me of being contradictory as they accused
But then they say they're straight but never let go of my dick
They act like Thugs but are actors like Niculau
Mouth shots I also give... BANG BANG BANG BANG
With pure Rap I prefer walls ramparts
I swear, I'll spit from the darkest to end the commotion
And now I leave you in trouble without ground and without future
So safe and hard in a poem I'm much better than Guru
It's the bomboclat of your area like a dreadrasta
I charge your front and ask what's going on!
I shoot bars until you say enough Jack
And I still bring Gula so you end up like a BlackMastah face
Go sew yourself up, your ass is already torn
You must be from the sect of those Geishas like Nereida
Get out of the scene, leave the American life
Bro live your panorama you're not in Alabama
You're not Barack Obama either