Intro)
Yo...
Sometimes a powerful man has to do the hard thing,
even if it breaks Peter Parker’s heart.
(Verse 1)
Kiev, zucker, canvas, zircon, paladin dives in, from the sky, Dick, kid from the forehead.
Hip, ditch, dick, party, think written, flow is flex, but the next one only wears 30 that's a beast.
I come from the ghetto where the pot is ratche, Caingga prowls where your gang of fakes sinks in the same sling.
Dread, it's cornflakes in the account, you come with that mainstream kid pose, the square casts the line and the boat shines, I am on my way.
Mass and sound, fairground puppet that ruins disgrace, they buy money, race.
(Verse 2)
Step by step, I tear space with iron, I bury you, the blocker scares, bro.
Punchline in sardeiro that leaves you tilted and without seven dead bread cat baraka.
This is street low, raw slang, vernacular and posthumous, sound co-product, an underground orifice.
While you [hang] in the corner without north or direction, banking on the release, you must think I'm wild, mere poison in the mail.
Only accepted if you want a ticket to the theater.
Let the homo need you catch semen on the edge of the bed, spitting the cursed antimony tape right in the center of the amphitheater.
(Chorus / Bridge)
The whole time you have been chasing me, you forgot to ask yourself one very important question:
What’s in it for them? Let the bear walk, a beast, until the spider wins, schwaben.
Go, mic, man, that pox, sound of, a single kill of rhymes that fucks up your thousand,
so stick it in the bitches, before the tile reaches royal bad, stay chill. Tien plus.
Big antes, android, wheel sin, tap bills, there are no second chances here,
look at us, advancement, existence, mercedes, kill, Ribs, El Carall, MC, Esquilo, happy b-day...
(Outro)
Happy b-day, the people who love you, we love you not because you're special,
we love you because you're you.
We love you, we love you, we love you not because you're special.
The whole time you have been chasing me, you
