It's my goddamn face you know
Ghetto-Represent, rap my part at the press conference
Eko is the man, chat with the fans
Wear my necklace again and it shines
Set the trend, many want more
None of you thinks your defeat is fair
But this young gentleman offers more
Fake rappers can now complain again< br/>You smoke a bunch of weed, I'll write a thousand bars
A lot of these motherfuckers can't see it
Well, then go to the eye doctor
You're downloading my album? Suits you, break clown
At some point all the shit will be hairy for you
Just like my eyebrows - come with the illegal pasala coats
They'll shit a big pile on your father
And they all like to wear starter jackets
I'm the best rapper, those are hard facts
People find my music entertaining
And they know that all gangsters are gay
>Guys want to practice with the band in the basement
Show on stage but end the misery
I'm the one who sticks to my guns
On command 1, 2, 3 writes
A bunch of geeks, looking in the blocks
You're the one who shows envy in this lifestyle
The cash register always rings ching ching ching ching
Wear in the club when I drink gin , Bling Bling
The sleazy dudes admit it
Because I'm king just by instinct
All my brothers are scared of the sound
Freezy, that motherfuckin' champion in town
Know me, hang yourself
Diggah, you can't do anything but chew dicks
Action Jackson, fantastique
These rhymes give your team War
The other G's are starting to get beef
Your friends are just trying hard to make love
You with your standard beats
Think you can get in my way?
But I have more of it
Chill and don't give a fuck about their songs
I always rap very skillfully, nobody keeps me in the scene
While with you the dream it doesn't fall
Do I kill my opponents or count money
Crazy tattoos, bass that vibrates
I imported my lyrics from prison
Why is this fun for me impress?
Feels like there are only bastards here
My fans are hustlers like us
The whole country has almost subscribed to my channel
They say: Eco, was do of with me?
As if Muslims had ??? tried it
Rise from the ashes to the sky
Show you bottles, the king is like Thor
I would really like to hear your tracks
But money in your pocket hinders my ear
Get my lines straight to the beat
Don't you think so? Then get your mic out, you dog
Say your prayers now, because after this track there won't be anyone else pumping out any of you shit
On the way among fakes
Need 100 takes so you don't sink
I'm the best thing since the Bunker Tapes
While you pretend to move your mouth
Stay out of a job, top flop< br/>While your landlord is knocking on your apartment
I'll collect your dead head on command
For me it just happens automatically - RoboCop
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