Largo

I keep it cool, looking sharp on the mic
I end up bad, not practical, not right,
it's time in the rhythm,
talking to you about the same,
like Hazhe "Flow Fanatic", the game's already won,
if my shit were a record, it wouldn't be down low, it’d be in the attic,
the competition wouldn't be within reach, God doesn’t count,
which of the beats,
the ace of phrases, the ace of classes,
more than the weight, the end,
give me rhymes and I’ll juggle,
I impose endings on plans,
crush the opponent, you’ll reach ecstasy,
it's easy like this, MC, you almost burn the pastry,
this way it’s impossible for you to beat me,
crush or not, rappers appear in my lines,
you see, it’s better to catch them, practice on trains,
give your hundred percent,
I still have the verse at my bitches' command,
grow if you understand,
raw rap, rap is tough, cannibal rap,
pure dynamite, your quality wilts,
compete or not, your struggle is quick,
it's my peak, it's your tombstone,
it's my life, the rhyme throws lyrical typical, no,
more than Americans,
more than we aspire,
more drinks, more long ones, more chaste,
the worse is the verse that I write on paper,
failure made me act like a fool,
screw it,
did the work come up short?,
no more than the delay of grabbing the pen,
you’re grass, dirty rag, I catch the thief,
weaker, I’m disgusted by the pact among bad rappers,
a long time without hearing the crap,
you represent the listener,
for a while I was messed up, now I’m back to mess with you,
even if I don’t want to, Nacho, the bags, the bills,
life’s been screwing me over and my ass already hurts,
I only think of my own benefit, screw the people,
I want something from you, pass me the liter and forget about me,
seriously, I’m done with drama, I grab the mic,
the crushed technique, I keep the style,
orgasmic flow, the typical rhythm I leave without a hitch,
full attitude,
I’m not to blame if you’re shorter than a virus’s dick,
my shit is brown, the sky is blue,
face it, Fittipaldi, your end has come, don’t change tracks,
the crack of rap, the flick, the flack,
the most capable pair coming here with the rhythm in sync,
Xhelazz, more than you were, like this you won’t win high cards,
money is what I want, tell me what I see,
one piece of shit like me with talent, polishing MCs
with your CDs, playing frisbee,
they’re worth less than a shot of whiskey,
wackos, traps, maquis, I’m disgusted by you,
exactly, my artifact, the microphone and the movement,
I won’t say I’ll be poor for making a rap statement,
I’m not a capitalist, I’m not rich, nor am I poor, I’m mediocre,
in this damn life if I can, I kiss myself,
I put effort into those verses, I wait for the thick time,
I’m not looking for stardom, I’m looking for daily bread,
with rap as my way,
tragic poetry, do you like liquor?,
I’ll be the jerk that reminds you of that alcoholic coma,
I’ll be the one who cries when you die,
I’ll be the one who applauds when you hit the stage even if you give me pain,
respect, for what?, if you don’t respect me,
Hip Hop community in Zaragoza, you won’t see it,
with the pen, do you break your schemes?
I grabbed the Bic, grabbed the mic in the ring and saw the end of a thousand MCs,
my dream team to Kirstyn,
because dying at the end of living well isn’t about money,
hookers, luxury, ten thousand bills,
Bill Cosby never made me laugh, at a distance,
on guard, effectiveness, I never had it,
from the base to the real elite I stayed,
like the whores drunk on martinis,
I want girls in bikinis,
I want red Lamborghinis,
I’m angrier than a whore with her panties stuck up her ass,
like an avalanche of snow, it’s easy to provoke me,
it’s impossible to stop me,
instead of selling me, remember me in the current,
put your tape in chrome,
I always sound fat,
whether stereo or mono,
I take you as we take,
you’re chrome against gold,
I’m bending over for the podium,
let my troll be the demon,
my body to the crematory,
I consider myself the architect of the throne,
poet by necessity, the first before this,
of course,
that this is more than the rest,
of course,
that this is more than the rest.