Unpredictable flows but also unbeatable like these Nike Neon
Because they are pure fuel,
exclusive,
for which I do not vibrate,
nor do I empty
If they challenge me in the beat,
I tend to be uncompassionate
And now it's with me,
pure lyrical god,
pure engender of the underworld that returns as a spawn
From the underground where these Latinos emerge,
from the captain like Kung Lao with your platinum album
Don't put all the balls in the same basket,
first rhyme of antipasto,
time did not waste it
Under my harmony,
melodies and beats,
working in the factory like Marshall Mathers
Lyrical mother,
beat master,
writer with Faber-Castell,
Almo and Castillo Grande
Graciosa,
gaseous,
Pichanga studio,
heart of Stacy,
Tony Alva's claw
Blue days,
black nights of San Juan,
in Santiago by the Caddy with clarity
When I turn,
I handle the rhythm like Ringo Starr,
the son of Star,
I remember you under the stars
Rhyme by necessity,
Cadillacs and dinosaurs,
speeches for applause and then the truth is revealed
The audios are invested in silver,
hands release the kill,
posters for kill,
they reject,
attack ignorance
And wow,
how strong it is to see him celebrate,
smoke my blunt,
thinking about what will happen
We go from stage,
although it never ends,
this is for life,
Lyric Clan and Eptos One,
the lyric never dies
The tank full,
just like the bottle,
but there is not always high and low
This highway is a roller coaster,
surfing the city with the songs you like
I put the playlist of Phil Collins,
turning on a feeling,
tremendous coding
The young people say,
I say style,
they say CD,
I am vinyl,
bluetooth in the car
If you don't imagine,
the tone in the suitcase,
let's go derry,
maltarima,
from junk to carraso
So pin my ride,
let it show,
let the car fix you,
I don't have so much luck,
what you see is what there is
Cruise speed with the monsters,
bye bye,
lyricists in the house,
never die
Chile, Mexico,
don't look for competition with the lexicon,
doing what you love with your friends is success
Think about the past,
looking in the mirror when you didn't have credit,
unpublished verses
Sometimes I look at the sky and I only see cables,
in my pocket music and keys
What is the key to be happy,
someone knows it,
I will learn during the travel
Sometimes I look at the sky and I only see cables,
in my pocket music and keys
What is the key to be happy,
someone knows it,
I will learn during the travel
What is the key to be happy,
someone knows it,
I will learn during the travel