CUATRO:DIEZ (feat. Kimmø y PUGSPUGSPUGS)

Four: Ten at 10 out of 20, at 10 for a blunt, at 10 for a hit
A white card and a blank page in the white city
In the Yucatan Peninsula waiting for the Sun to rise again
Thinking about all the fake and quick scum
Wondering how they haven't been eaten by the larvae
Thinking about who might have done the dirty work
More like begging for answers from Ixchel, why her crew barks with such confidence
I'm still not a boss, I'm still a nobody
According to who? According to my wallet and my cliques
I see my gift disconnecting the wires
Burying Luis and making Dupe sing

I don't lose my cool, I don't think, I write
I see and measure
I live spaced out and watch your crew
Fuck what I tell them, there are no adjectives, just a noun, appetizers
Rappers who only have the vices of rap
They want cash and their rhymes are shit
They can't even take off a pair of socks
They don't even get stuck in the artery, hysteria!
I don't know who they think they are, but me? History!
Sick of the copies and their photocopies
Pure free fame rappers
They only dream of the bizarrap, they're bizarrappers
No message, no sweat, just massages
They pay for guidance in the hustle
I look for checks, not to sign papers
I just record and burn rappers, you get it?
My shit is good, I don't care about the haters
Do you believe it, your producer, or your fucking bitch
Bitch, dirty, infertile, shit and disgusting fucking label (damn)

I got a .40 in case you get too stupid, and it's been forty weeks that your crew's been in mourning
Little rapper, clever dude, tell me where my money is, we don't talk twice about it sensibly
Or if you want, we can go to war and show up at the hotel door
With a chainsaw and play who’s the biggest bitch
We write with a pen dyed in blood
So invoke whoever you want to pray to (amen)
It won't be a pleasant chat when they ask who
I nail the rhyme of the 4 freshly
And I'm smoking a kush from a Taliban friend
I just cough and cough, I left the leisure and focused on making business, partner
I came for the big prize
They tell me that flow you carry, lit, I can't stand it
Come see the fruits of my branches and ask where I cut
Kids who misbehave, it's better if I report them.