It's terrible
Cheloo:
I'm a little El Chapo
Between urban legends
Sentenced to 2 years for 0.6 grams
I don't practice what I preach, but I preach what I practice
And I look civilized, but I am still a savage.
My patience is limitless, but I don't like to wait
And I know I won't finish in time what I never start.
I poke you with words until you bleed.
DEA stole my weed, I want to report.
I don't have treaty, plagiarized semantics.
What's with the internal struggle and tantric wank.
My music is romantic like quantum physics.
When you realize you don't get it, you get a panic attack.
We cultivate rape, we condemn culture,
Jesus Christ, we like booze.
We start the engine again when the adventure is over,
Because damn it, that's nice: To fuck it.
I walk with vipers after lights out and I don't trust
to leave your hookers in trouble, alone.
Let the rhymes flow into rap. I'm motivated.
I am not original, I'm one of a kind...
Chorus (Cheloo and Ombladon) × 2
This is rap, this is rap.
The message is uncensored.
This is rap, this is rap.
My head spins when I'm high.
This is rap, this is rap.
The weed works when I'm drunk.
This is rap, this is rap.
If that's a crime, I'm guilty.
Ombladon:
Suck my dick, I have feelings, I'm not a robot.
When the rap is fucked in the ass, out comes trap and pop.
Not my place, but fuck it, you're very fake
When you search for the "Underground" at the upper floor.
"Oh, come on"
Yes, we know you, You're a "great" MC.
You and another 3, 4, hundreds of thousands.
Look at BDD, not listened by even a flaccid dick
because they swing with a little heroin.
I pee on your root so your nose would grow.
Annoying like the Gangster, I want your wallet and chain.
We fabricate trouble, with our heads shaved.
I didn't sell myself when I had nothing to eat.
So fuck off.
You started from the bottom, then never went up.
You still kneel for money, Fuck you.
Well suckers, well suckers, you better leave the rap.
If you didn't get it, stop singing it, dance to it.
You're full of mistakes, I don't know what that means.
You say you're showing the reality, but always mess it up.
I pulled myself for years and I only know
how much they are cunts and how much I am a boy.
I started it, won't leave it.
I can die and I'll still do it.
This is rap, this is rap.
Fuck your mouth, Fuck your head.
Chorus (Cheloo and Ombladon) × 2
This is rap, this is rap.
The message is uncensored.
This is rap, this is rap.
My head spins when I'm high.
This is rap, this is rap.
The weed works when I'm drunk.
This is rap, this is rap.
If that's a crime, I'm guilty.