el suelo debajo [Son Rompe Pera’s Versión]
The God killer, this Tokyo and I'm Godzilla
Playing blackjack versus death
Gun on the card dealer just bought a Demon
I'm screamin' up out the car dealer
The last temptation of Mike
But I'm a god figure
Tell Beelzebub that the God don't need a job
And if I did, the oligarchs would be missing
Murdered and robbed this is Bonaparte and he
Paired with Toussaint
And they went on a world conquest
Tearing your bone apart
Michael remained murderous
But still virtuous
Wait to kill the petty and
Foul at the church services not a holy man
But I'm moral in my perverseness
So I support the sex
Workers unionizing their services
You say that you don't love me (Ayy)
I'm guessing I'ma be okay
You say that you don't feel me now
I feel like I'ma live somehow
Quiero cumbia más en mí
Quiero cumbia más en mí
Quiero cumbia más en mí quiero cumbia más
Born from the ether
I just appeared out a cloud of reefer
Screamin' "Fuck the world
" it can drink what's coming out my urethra
I'll slap a dying child
He don't pronounce my name correct
Rules have gotta be rules
Any exceptions and I'm not a leader
Think in the box, I'm not getting my fix
Then shit is iffy
Felate a donut hole wife don't get
To the crib and quickly
I'll watch my mouth when I'm
Finished watching y'all suck clout
Don't doubt you put an ounce of
That evil on me, I'm flippin', ricky
I give a inch to you simps
I'll never forgive me
Not saying it's a conspiracy
But you're all against me
You see a future where Run
The Jewels ain't the shit
Cancel my Hitler-killing trip
Turn the time machine back around a century
You say that you don't love me (Ayy)
I'm guessing I'ma be okay
You say that you don't feel me now
I feel like I'ma live somehow
Quiero cumbia más en mí
Quiero cumbia más en mí
Quiero cumbia más en mí quiero cumbia más
Naucalpan
En el clásico, en Brooklyn, chipurasu
Every child, woman and man
Opinion don't matter, stick to your plan
(Chipurasu) if they judge, still don't budge
Don't give a inch, don't give a nudge (Nudge)
Life a bitch, leave you battered and bent
Lose or win, gotta hold up your chin (Chin)
And I put it on Jaime and me
We just gave you inspiration for free
The money never meant much inés