Doble V

Double V

I climb stairs, my medals hang from my chest,
hearts punished by emotions step on my heels,
I boast of making good rap,
now kids on the street are already talking about number ones.
I only bring technique in the rhyme,
when I handle the microphone with eyes on me,
it hurts,
when girls sleep,
instead here everything works because guys move with my rap.
You evaporate your patience,
perhaps science will find some meaning in my metaphors,
I speak of intact reputations,
maybe physics will decipher a more exact metric.
Guys claim, that I bring
in my style the canons of rap.
Only royal weddings steal the spotlight from me,
throats that shout my name are many.
They forbid, what my hands write,
I have the plan they pursue, but don't let the children look.
I only live with dirty boots
because poets also cross the streets on foot.
Dirty atmosphere, rap like a third-class wagon,
don't look for defects in the Sphere,
if I write chronicles, I solve mysteries,
I describe orbits around the Sun.
If I boast, in Rap Solo of holding the position,
of being a hardcore rap drug lord, however,
I only give what I give, that's how I am,
guys shoot their Polaroid.

Lower the volume, lower the volume
If this shit ain't real motherfucker
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I climb stairs
And my balls hang
Competitions to me
It's not
You don't eat gifts
What the fuck are you talking about that I've lost my mind
My rhymes are faithful
I have my balls where yesterday
Mc's see
There's nothing to do
If anything, lose
Wanting is not power, no
Wanting to fuck me is
Wanting to be fucked
Here you have me once again
With the hardest sound on the planet
The left bank is still alive
Hands up b-boys
There goes Javi
I'm just a drunkard
And I think I'm god
Sometimes in the helmet
I mosh with gogos
I'm the philologist
Microphones with drug monkey
With what co!!!
With monochrome tones I
Don't let there be a woman to love
As is necessary in this best-seller
I rap, I don't prowl
If I see desire in your keo
I grab my ass and shake it but
But save the love for later
I'm going blind
And pretty words are not my game
Number one
MC to me not you
I do to you
Because I have big bands as a clan
Lower the volume if this shit ain't real motherfucker
Because your defeat is already evident.

Lower the volume, lower the volume
If this shit ain't real motherfucker
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I climb stairs, raise the curtains
Tonight is a gala night, put on your best clothes, sit down
Make your presence felt shouting in the seats
Hold on to your tails and tie your ties tight
There will be a blizzard here, the best hairstyles ruined
Rap virtuosos are hurricanes
Strong bases emerged
They grew tall
They are no longer green, mature, fall to the ground because of blindness
Laws screw up people's vices
And being too good doesn't go with me, I was born a little rebellious
Life made me this way, I learned to fend for myself
I do the right thing I believe even though I sometimes fail I know
The great drunken magician has the patent
Don't copy, abstain or you'll pay for it
I always admired graffiti on walls
And the only aerosol I can handle is toilet freshener
Although I stained facades sometimes
In bright silver with my hardcore mountain
Since I was a child I always did what I wanted
And that's how I always go a little haphazardly
Rap of rapists on pedestals
Rap of fecal mcs in urinals
Double V rape verses And there's no hidden agenda here we're loose
street dogs

Lower the volume, lower the volume
If this shit ain't real motherfucker
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