[Featuring: Smugglaz]
Verse 1: Harlem]
My brain is lame, call me broken
A glass of your ink, is that a bucket to me
Oh wrong, a a tank that is still moving in the war
Heavily beat even the primer,
I am a needle beat the cloth my letters are threads,
constructed torn, connected drawings
that words that will make you forget it,
The paper couldn't handle it so it was carved in stone
that was blown out, you don't know what else I can do
I am the one with a headache that you cannot cure,< br/>Even if you call five more specialists,
you will taste bad luck of batista
You will be harmed, don't try
to collide with someone who is already used to ink,
Don't write, use a different line
Just leave a MINOR gap, a few miles..
[Verse 2: Juantamad]
Hold the mic tighter, with the right hand before speeding up,
to show the cruelty I have to those who want to go along,
In words, changed, more than eight sentences,
Those who blew my barra surprised me like Tupac,
I couldn't stop stomping on the cylinder,
You'll catch up so if the rotation of the wheel is like a fan,
Reason to create..
A tornado that will drive away anyone who blocks in the middle,
The crime that life has reached has become critically ugly . day the pa too!
With my strange sound, Sira, the stage is crushed,
Like Manny Pac if you punch, The opponent is sure to be crushed,
Demolish the old rotten style is the result of Disappointment,
The skull was broken outside even though it was only SECOND.
Our hearts that are set to music smooth and crisp,
Through a tongue that is mercilessly slapped on the tongue,
You can't get that sound if you're a fool,
So don't answer and just keep quiet if what you know is meager,
Letters are deep but you can't explain where they are being picked up,
I endured so much just to be strange lyricism,
Until I didn't realize how far I had sped up,
In times like this there is no difference in the speed of the mouth,
If you are really determined to laugh it's only fitting that you listen carefully,
All the sentences floating in uncontrollable strength will be side by side,
Hanging, attacking, rushing my tongue with a contour that doesn't learn to dull...
From my personality prevailed the desire for me to remain like this,
Continuously rushing in the swift rapture in which I was caught as the Seventh,
Became one of the most cruel, as the Curse of Shockra,
All left wide open that is the danger of TIRSERA..

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS