Duki Vs Lit Killah (Semifinal 14/8)
Ey, ey, ey
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Che ¿qué quería un trap?
Yo quería un rap
Para partirte a vos en la semifinal
Entre con la mente blanca, porque la banca, man
Imposible que el partido me lo puedas ganar
Más cuando rapeo solo a mi manera
Mala madera, la tuya mala manera
De decir todas las cosas, vos sos ramera
Y yo haciendo que te quede muy chica la remera
De diez vece', que perdes, men, fresco
Lo ofrezco como quiero
Vos mientras en el frasco donde lo seco y lo fumo en casa
Con mi rancho paso, que pasa, what's up?
Para vos mamasa, mi num de WhatsApp, ¿lo quere'?
Va a ser una amenaza, poderes
Tengo varios, estoy en la casa
Me presento donde quiero, men no podés
A ganarme a mi, con mi free, ¿qué querés?
¡Dale, Duki, dale!
Tan solo sos un bobo y no te la voy a flashear
Solo te voy a matar y te voy a despedazar
Este tonto es el Duki, pero este es el Dakar
Y yo vengo cual Duque de la Zar
Entonces no sé si la entendiste o te fuiste
Porque para mí que sos cualquiera
Se hace el trapero con mi chica
La ramera le gana a tu chica
Y me voy con tu chica la rapera
¿Era cómo era esa manera?
Te digo que lame como el magma quema
Ya no puede ni siquiera decir nada
Porque no tiene un problema, pero igual ya se acelera
Si hace el rap que se va en el track cada vez que esta
Y este pelotudo quiere competir conmigo
Pero ya no puede porque no da más
Entonces te lo digo siempre
Si pensás que no me va a romper el vientre
Vi entrenar a este tonto nunca pudo conocerme
Yo voy a matarlo, le voy a partir los dientes
Es un tonto y ya esta muerto
No tiene precio, se ofreció el necio, le lesiono el cuerpo
Te ofrezco de ofrenda para que te pierdas y no la trates
Mi estilo ya se decide
Viene para matarte loco, yo provoco un crimen
Yo te rompo el himen, tonto ya te asesina
AC Milan porque le hace milanesa pa' los pibes
Ey, tonto ya te tienen de puta
No podés ni siquiera decir que me discutas
Yo te voy a matar y te dejo en el suelo
Que me bajen de las nubes porque yo ya pase el cielo
Si he lo-grado matar a cada oponente
Es un tonto topo, no lo conozco, lo comienzo, no lo tongo
Pero igual, no es un tongo si me gana
Porque yo prolongo siempre estos combos cuando ¡ay!... Gana
Como vas si se traba
Pero lava te quema cada vez que este suena
Su ena-moramiento no esta por acá
Porque los cimientos son los que Lit Killah quema
Parece un suicidio porque sube al hilo
Delirio es tener a Lit Killah hoy en frente
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Es un tarado, un discapacitado sin mina
Viene por la torta, te la clavo, disciplina
Tengo varias, de mi torta, no tene' ni miga
Es el Lit Killah, Dam sin pila
No hay nada pa' vos
Me lo traigo yo desde arriba
Mostrándote como se rapea bien en la liga
Escucha pa' que le pueda acomodar
Muy tranquilo, no sé qué esperar de vos y tu estilo
La de milanesa la dijo Klan
Que es alguien que deja mucho desear con lo verbal
Entonces vo' que, men
No me para de fren, yo en te-niente, entre, TNT
La detone en frente, un demente, men
¿Qué decís coherente?
No vas a ser, si yo estoy en el frente
Y de frente, die' diente te baje, descendiente
Indecente, estoy en Marte
Amarte impotente, ni a palos
Ey, ey, ey, ey
Perdón
Si te duele demasiado y no podés aguantar este rap que te baja la presión
Y vo' con la cara de que quere' ganarme... De tener una mansión
Esta mierda viene tranquilo hoy, y tiene conexión
No hay chance de perder, yo sé que hacer
¿Eso es perder?, no es una opción
Partirte yo a vos, tranquilo al nacer
Mostrar que mi ser, tiene ese don
Pa' hacerlo bien fresh, clavarla tranquilo
Que lo veas slow
El tiempo frena
Va' ma' lento mientra' tanto tu pecho se congela
Sabe que esta mierda lo puede agarrar, hay algo que te anhela
Es hacer rap mejor como el que hacen todo' mi fella'
Y el parecer que no lo hace y que vive a prueba
No lo tiene, quiere ser alguien que no es
Y eso a vos te gede, debe doler
Ser tan fake, debe doler o seguir la ley
Quiere competir con el estilo, piensa que me va a ganar
Pero ya no puede porque no es oponente
Dice que teniente, yo soy un terrateniente
La gente en la tierra porque eso lo que tiene en mente
¿Ves? Lo que te puedo decir porque sabe que para mí que a vos todos te tienen de mucama
Pelotudo, no soy pecho congelado, pero soy el que tiene la mente ahora en llama
Este pelotudo, para mí que ahora no me para
No es la-lámpara, para-lam
Memh-meh pelotudo, se va agacha en su cama
Dama, de la' que te tiro, fijate que
Para mí que te va porque no es la rre TNT, a la TNT
Porque tenía en mente que te podía matar porque lo hago flama
Tiene un flow y que me gana
Pero para mí que ya no puede, porque pierde
Para mí que se debe vender toda tu dama
Este lo co-loco recto
Soy un loco por eso sofoco lo correcto
Entonces vengo para acá para disparar
Te palabra el paladar y marate el arquitecto
Para mí sos un tarado
Piensa que me va a gana' en estilo lo' pariado
Dice que se va a la mansión, sos un menso
Me solta ese flow que no llegas a ningún lado
Ey, no te entiendo para ser sincero
No sé qué te pasa, si yo voy primero
No es por golpearte a vos
Sino quiero humillarte con tus compañeros
Con mi' compañero'
Yo no te quiero, gonca
Con calidad puedo decir que acelero
Piensa que me va a gana' pero yo no litero
Porque te mato vos pana y to' rompo tu cuerpo entero
Ey, flow clavo
Flow' claros, cóncavo
Con cada, vocal que entablo
Tu cara, matado
Te he variado yo en cada ritmo
Te lo aclaro, todo el panorama
Flow' clavo, claro
Con flow' raro
Por eso yo, puedo colocarlo condado
Loco yo voy, con todo lo' dado'
Vo' perde' tu suerte, es tu muerte
Vos quedas anonadado
Perdóname bro
Yo hago lo que haces vos
Y vos no haces lo que hago yo
Esa es la diferencia entre vos y yo
A vos te follo, te parto acá con to' mi don
Pero igual no es un despe-lote
Te voy a matar si yo te tengo en el lo-te
Lo te-nía que decir
Yo no hago lo que vo' porque tengo métrica', flow, estructura y acote
Buena, Lit Killah
Tus amigos son to' de mentira
Vos no te hagas la señorita
Le duele perder, es lamentable que lo admita
Pero piensa que me gana en el free
No tira mentira, tira men-talida' de pi' wachin
En-toce', no te puedo matar si es tu fin
No es rin'-tin'-tin', si veni' con blin' blin'
Mentira, no tira mentira
Me mira a mi
Si en la mira esta vo', te entran tin'-tin'-tin'
Tre' bala, tranquilo, sin berretín
La R swing, te va a doler, ma' prim
Pero igual
Ey, ey, ey
Mucha' gracia'
Por darme gana' de rapear en ve' de darme desgracia'
Yo no voy como lo dema' demostrando que con la cara le tiro la falacia
Si sabe' que le gano como quiero
Demuestro actualmente que le queda toda su ignorancia
Demostrando que esta mierda viene buena pero no pensando
Como su mierda que es demasiado, rancia
Lo mato en el destino
Piensa que me va a ganar pero yo soy Al Pacino
Dice rin'-tin'-tin', soy el dream team king
Ti-niebla vos vas a ver en tu camino
Que soy potente, piensa que me va a gana'
Piensa que me va a gana'
Se le cae la cara porque es un impotente
No sé qué me dice con lo tiempo
Date cuenta que mi hip-hop está latente
Y voy demostrando que no me gana
Estás arrasgado de que te mate como a toda la gente
Vo' poniéndome cosa' delante
Sabiendo que no me gana porque vo' no sos potente
Solamente me mentís, en free
Como hace la actitud, de todos los presidente'
Como presidente
Eso, eso no tiene precio, frente
Yo lo voy a mata' con la rima que le tiro
Pelotudo si le juro que le estilo es muy potente
Piensa que me tente, tenía enterado que este no era un terrateniente
Te puedo matar, con cada pa-labra
Para dar cada como granda pa' el indigente
Ey, no es un terrateniente
Perras te mienten
Vos no sos buena, le erra al siguiente
Tiempo, este entra, te parte mi mente
Pero la rima que tira no concuerda
Pelotudo yo le erro al siguiente, puede ser
Pero el que tengo en frente, ahora lo hago mierda
No tiene nada que ver
Ello' te lo gritan, quieren ver
Que gane su amigo y eso no va a ser
Puta habla demasiado y te toca per-der
¿Perder? No es métrica
Qué decís que me quiere ganar si vo' fuiste al que le regalaron toda' las réplicas
Ey, métrica hay en todo' lado
Alguna' la co-pian y les salen iguales, -cucha, tarado
Métrica hacemo' todo'
Alguno' tarado lo hacen en combo
En cambío yo lo suelto todo' desvariado para matar y sacar a esto' tonto'
Métrica hay en todo' lado'
Pero Lit Killah es el único que lo tiene patentado
Yo te puedo demostrar que vo' no pode' porque sabe, vocalizo si piso tu estado
Este pelotudo me quiere gana' y no tiene la gana'
Pana, porque para mí no gana en lo pa-ria-do
Es cómo lo voy a matar, con lo combo' que yo tiro porque está frustrado
Ey, ey, patentado
Voy contra la suerte, patentado
Parte en todos lados
Este es mi arte, agrandado
Va' pa' atrá', voy acentuado
Asentado, este es mi num, tas agendado
Despue' te en-seño el mejor rap de él con-dado
Te voy a matar, con la rima vocaliza
Te voy a decir que yo si voy deprisa
Yo no estoy paten-tado
Estoy tentado del, oponente que da risa
Entonce' para mi que no me gana, pana
Porque voy a clava' cada palabra
Como si fuera que este pelotudo me quiere gana'
Pero ya no puede má', porque te digo que soy la fiera
Escucho tu rap, pero la verdad, se papá que le faltan agallas
El se va deprisa, no aguanta la brisa, aguantar la batalla
Le da demasiado miedo, la piel se le eriza cuando pasa la raya
Sabe que no puedo hacerlo
En tu hip-hop no veo nada bueno, solo veo fallas
No podés, ni siquiera venir para acá a improvisar
Dice brisa, pero vo' está limpiando lo' parabrisa'
Mientras que la Brisa para cuando me escucha rapear
Que acá solo saben mentir
Duki Vs Lit Killah (Semifinal 14/8)
Hey, hey, hey
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Hey, what did you want with a trap?
I wanted a rap
To break you in the semi-final
Come in with a clear mind, because the bank, man
It's impossible for you to win the game against me
More when I rap alone in my own way
Bad wood, your bad way
To say all the things, you are a whore
And I'm making your shirt too small
Ten times, you lose, man, cool
I offer it as I want
You while in the jar where I dry it and smoke it at home
With my ranch I pass, what's up, what's up?
For you mamasa, my WhatsApp number, do you want it?
It's going to be a threat, powers
I have several, I'm at home
I show up wherever I want, but you can't
To beat me, with my free, what do you want?
Come on, Duki, come on!
You're just a fool and I'm not going to flash it on you
I'm just going to kill you and tear you apart
This fool is Duki, but this is the Dakar
And I come as the Duke of the Tsar
So I don't know if you understood or left
Because for me you are just anyone
He plays the trapper with my girl
The whore beats your girl
And I'm going with your rapper girl
Was it like that way?
I tell you that it licks like magma burns
He can't even say anything anymore
Because it doesn't have a problem, but it still accelerates
If he does the rap that goes on the track every time he is
And this idiot wants to compete with me
But he can't anymore because he can't take it anymore
Then I always tell you
If you think it's not going to break my belly
I saw this fool train, he could never meet me
I'm going to kill him, I'm going to break his teeth
He's a fool and he's already dead
It's priceless, the fool offered, I hurt his body
I offer you as an offering so that you get lost and do not treat her
My style is already decided
He comes to kill you, crazy, I provoke a crime
I'll break your hymen, you fool will kill you
AC Milan because they make Milanese for the kids
Hey, you idiot, they already have you as a whore
You can't even say that you're arguing with me
I'm going to kill you and leave you on the ground
Bring me down from the clouds because I've already passed the sky
If I have managed to kill every opponent
He's a dumb mole, I don't know him, I start him, I don't fool him
But still, it's not a scam if he beats me
Because I always prolong these combos when oh!... Win
How are you going if it gets stuck?
But lava burns you every time this sounds
Your crush is not here
Because the foundations are what Lit Killah burns
It looks like suicide because it goes up the thread
It's delirious to have Lit Killah in front of us today
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
He is a moron, a handicapped person without a mine
He's coming for the cake, I'll nail it to you, discipline
I have several of my cake, it doesn't even have crumbs
It's the Lit Killah, Dam without a battery
There's nothing for you
I bring it to you from above
Showing you how to rap well in the league
Listen so I can accommodate you
Very calm, I don't know what to expect from you and your style
The Milanese one was said by Klan
That is someone who leaves much to be desired with verbal skills
So I'm going to tell you, man
It doesn't stop me, I'm the lieutenant, between, TNT
I detonated it in front of me, a madman, men
What do you say is coherent?
You're not going to be, if I'm at the front
And from the front, die' tooth I lowered you, descendant
Indecent, I'm on Mars
Loving you impotently, not even with sticks
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Sorry
If it hurts too much and you can't stand this rap that lowers your blood pressure
And you come with the face that you want to beat me... To have a mansion
This shit is coming calmly today, and it has a connection
There is no chance of losing, I know what to do
Is that losing? It's not an option
I will break you, peacefully at birth
Show that my being has that gift
To do it right, nail it calmly
That you see it slow
Time slows down
It's going slower while your chest is freezing
You know this shit can get you, there's something that craves you
It's about making rap better than the one my friends make
And the appearance that does not do it and that lives on trial
He doesn't have it, he wants to be someone he's not
And that must hurt you
Being so fake, it must hurt or follow the law
He wants to compete with style, he thinks he's going to beat me
But he can't anymore because he's not an opponent
He says lieutenant, I am a landowner
People on earth because that's what they have in mind
You see? What I can tell you is that I know that everyone has you as a maid
Asshole, I'm not a frozen chest, but I'm the one with the mind on fire right now
This idiot, for me now he doesn't stop me
It's not the-lamp, for-lamp
Memh-meh asshole, she goes crouching in her bed
Lady, from what I'm throwing at you, look at that
I think it's because it's not the real TNT, it's the TNT
Because I had in mind that I could kill you because I make it flame
It has a flow that wins me over
But for me he can't anymore, because he loses
I think your whole lady should be sold
This one freaks him out straight
I'm a madman that's why I stifle the right thing
So I come here to shoot
The palate speaks to you and the architect marates you
To me you are an idiot
He thinks he's going to beat me in style
He says he's going to the mansion, you're an idiot
It gives me that flow that you don't get anywhere
Hey, I don't understand you to be honest
I don't know what's wrong with you, if I go first
It's not about hitting you
But I don't want to humiliate you with your classmates
With my 'partner'
I don't love you, gonca
With quality I can say that I accelerate
He thinks he's going to beat me, but I don't
Because I'll kill you, buddy, and I'll break your entire body
Hey, flow nail
Flow' clear, concave
With each vowel that I establish
Your face, killed
I have varied you in every rhythm
I'll clarify it for you, the whole picture
Flow' nail, of course
With a weird flow
That's why I can put it in county
I'm going crazy, with everything I've been given
You lose your luck, it's your death
You are stunned
Forgive me bro
I do what you do
And you don't do what I do
That's the difference between you and me
I fuck you, I break you here with all my gifts
But it's not a mess anyway
I'll kill you if I have you in the lo-te
I had to say it
I don't do what I want because I have metrics, flow, structure and boundaries
Good, Lit Killah
Your friends are all lies
Don't act like a lady
It hurts him to lose, it's unfortunate that he admits it
But he thinks he beats me in freestyle
He doesn't tell lies, he tells men-talida' from pi' wachin
So, I can't kill you if it's your end
It's not rin'-tin'-tin', if you come with blin' blin'
Lie, don't tell a lie
He looks at me
If you're in the sights, you'll get tin'-tin'-tin'
Tre' bala, calm, without a fuss
The R swing, it's going to hurt you, ma' prim
But still
Hey, hey, hey
Thank you very much
For making me want to rap instead of making me miserable
I'm not like everyone else, showing that I'm showing the fallacy with my face
If you know that I can beat you as I want
I now show that all his ignorance remains
Showing that this shit is good but not thinking
Like your shit that is too much, stale
I kill him in destiny
He thinks he's going to beat me but I'm Al Pacino
It says rin'-tin'-tin', I'm the dream team king
You will see darkness on your way
I'm powerful, he thinks he's going to beat me
He thinks he's going to beat me
His face falls because he is impotent
I don't know what time tells me
Realize that my hip-hop is latent
And I'm showing that he doesn't beat me
You are torn apart by the fact that I will kill you like everyone else
I'm putting things in front of me
Knowing that you can't beat me because you're not powerful
You just lie to me, in free
As does the attitude of all the presidents'
As president
That, that is priceless, front
I'm going to kill him with the rhyme I throw at him
I swear to you, you idiot, that your style is very powerful
He thinks he tempted me, I knew that this was not a landowner
I can kill you, with every word
To give as much as possible to the homeless
Hey, he's not a landowner
Bitches lie to you
You are not good, the next one makes mistakes
Time, this comes in, it breaks my mind
But the rhyme he throws does not match
Idiot, I'll miss the next one, maybe
But the one in front of me, now I'm screwing it up
It has nothing to do with it
They shout it at you, they want to see
Let your friend win and that's not going to happen
Bitch talks too much and you have to lose
Lose? It's not a metric
What are you saying that he wants to beat me if you were the one who was given all the replicas?
Hey, there's metrics everywhere
Some people copy it and they come out the same, listen, moron
Metric we do everything
Some idiots do it in combo
Instead I let go of all the nonsense to kill and get rid of this 'idiot'
There is metric everywhere
But Lit Killah is the only one who has it patented
I can show you that you can't because you know, I vocalize if I step on your state
This idiot wants to beat me and he doesn't feel like it
Boy, because for me it doesn't win in what is par-ia-do
That's how I'm going to kill him, with the combos I throw because he's frustrated
Hey, hey, patented
I go against luck, patented
Part everywhere
This is my art, enlarged
Go back, I'm stressed
Seated, this is my number, you are saved
Later I'll show you the best rap of the county
I'm going to kill you, with the vocalized rhyme
I'll tell you that I'm going fast
I am not patented
I'm tempted by the, opponent that makes you laugh
So, for me, he doesn't beat me, dude
Because I'm going to nail every word
As if this idiot wants to beat me
But you can't take it anymore, because I tell you that I am the beast
I listen to your rap, but honestly, I know dad that he lacks guts
He goes quickly, he can't stand the breeze, he can't stand the battle
He is too scared, his skin crawls when he crosses the line
You know I can't do it
I don't see anything good in your hip-hop, I only see flaws
You can't even come here to improvise
It says breeze, but you're cleaning the windshield
While the Breeze stops when she hears me rap
Here they only know how to lie
Escrita por: Duki / Lit killah