What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
And don't talk on the phone
I work every day and I think about the choice
I don't listen to love and death
They ask me for alpha gamma
They kicked me out of prison
I learned to bring stuff
To drink the heavy
The sorriga put dama
Until the Isagelea
Now in the studio with the Thana
Like Repetes in Berea
I don't do breaks, I work until the bunia
The girls are dreaming
They burn coca in the tatounia
I go for a walk with the rose
Trapetsona and the birds
Blood like from poverty
And if we love the culture
Kid from the 90s, XXL
With the truth I hit you
I make jokes like David Chappelle
I have rhymes that count with Abel
Because I electrify your mind
I put bars to work
God damn, we are the same
Oh no, because I don't look for a crowd
They come alone, they stick
I have the melon, you know
Since then many looked like a mountain
Now I eat from what we got
Without respect and I keep it
I change page, not a book
It's a hiccup
Learning starts, I catch a cold
He thinks he knows them
Cockroaches that I suck
They will make wine for a nap
In a porn
And what will sit to rise
Preparations for everything from behind
But you want promotion
The panic button
Presses to push
And with a chupsa-japu
On the TV
Hey, yo, yo
Ay, ay, ay
I carry the champions down
Keep selling underground
In a new phase
And I hang Babylon
I feel like Peter Pan in Greece
His country where we play with souls
Only for the fun
I don't even get out
I give pain for the fans
One more Alan
And a baby with a kiss
I give vibes for those
Who talk to them in the match
And I kill souls that suck you
They just eat van
On the crescent
I write a document
All that I am
In the art, in the manifesto
I'm fresh and clean
Every rap and look
Shutdowns, bullies
And haters this year
Respect from the market
Puts good people
And from the street
The * bitch
We are still here
We flex with the strap
And I still feel
We have feelings in the neck
Neat, everyday
Well, I'm a monster
Respect your sound
Respect, respect your sound
Come on now, come on now
Yeah, respect, respect your sound
Well, DJ Zylo, yeah
cluster a, hey
Woah, woah
Respect, respect your sound
Respect, respect your sound
Students are coming
This man goes out.
This man goes out.