Verse 1: (Harlem)
Tagalogin Schizophrenia : Punch every line.
It's the same even if it's reversed, thick application of ink-
Not on paper, but on the enemy, even if suddenly always ready that.
If you think it's just words, to me it's murder.
All kinds of people including the poor or class A.
Modern classics, my failure is different.
I was called crazy because I was the first to be silly.
We are the modern book that will be the cure for stupidity.
The sword of the word, there should be no wound, only the cut.
In the word like a katana, when the paper is sharpened and torn.
That's how when I'm not ready, when beat the gun
Each letter is bullets. The obstructions are straight.
The enemy's air runs out when he hits his lungs straight.
I am not spitting, I am spewing PHULUM OF A POET.
I am erasing wrong scenes.
Verse 2: (Shehyee)
Crowded scene like sardines in a can.
It's like a queue among the masses of free rice.
Sweating the stubborn fools.
That if we compare , it's just Practitioners.
I'm a cobra atat of those who are too whack!
Amputa, in rap there's no tomorrow because in drugs,
notes are ruined.
Soy the just? My apology is not like a rubber band. Science was put down.
Pest creatures feasted and went down. Este, JEJEs that only cost twenty.
S turns into X. G turns into 6.
These photos have no face, just cheeks.
Are these people? Why is it like this? the whores will weaken.
I will put them in the bars, not in the court.
Crushing the face of the forte, the gagoons are going straight to the morgue as long as they can rap PUTAPETE.
The difference is, when we rap, Puta! YOU CAN!
Verse 3: (Juan Tamad)
The stage is full of whack puppets.
We will consume you before, you can no longer be sloppy.
By practicing the six it's so hard to recognize
testing with the right suspicion is so deep that you can't handle it.
You can't imitate it? do you look cheated? I'm really like that when I throw stones.
When I was your leader, I probably played it, you guys are the same.
Even if,
you drink wine to cheer yourself up,
Surely,
it will foam like a plate I overturned.
Brain full of playfulness. You are ready with the sacred book.
No sound, you will be stoned. And even if you stop it, you can't stop it.
No beating, no nervousness. It's almost impossible to calculate
each breath of words that burns and cannot be extinguished.
I was busy writing, one of the bones of the legends.
because the bites spread even though they formed their own title />of courage will not be trampled on by the opponent who blocks.

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