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letra de super nuclear killah - mc tesco

[verse 1]
sound the alarm it’s an emergency
rush em to a medic he goin need one certainly
urgently there ain’t no hurting me
armed an strapped for them small burglaries
y’all live in luxury f-ck with me luckily
i ain’t never been afraid
mucking all these artist like a renegade
you’d catch a fade
you couldn’t dodge these ballistics on this army blade
you to basic face it with the songs you made
it’s all okay it’s all a game i’m like roy in the hall of fame
i’m fire bending with a ball of flames
looking like houdini when you call my name
web you up like spider man if you f-cking my mary jane

[verse 2]
they are around us, among us
in many cases, we are the ones making promises
without ever keeping them except for calculation
the end is only the useful, the means every possible
the stakes are maximum, the imperative is to win
and don’t let anyone else partic-p-te
in the logic of the game, the only rule is to be shrewd
no scruples or respect for one’s fellow man
because the last will be the last if the first are unreachable
there are many, arrogant with the weakest, doormats with the powerful
they are replicants, they are all identical, look at them
they stand behind masks and you can’t tell them apart
like lizards they climb, and then if they forgive their tail they buy it back
they do what they want to be known around
they spend, they spread and they are what they have
[verse 3]
and like suppositories, they live in full-optional blisters
with dogs over 120 decibels and dwarfs it was not even disneyland
they live with the fear of being able to appear poor
what they flaunt, they envy everything else
then they buy it, in constant escalation with the neighbor they build
they leave the meadow and go up to heaven
they have more parables on the roof than st. mark in the gospel
they are the ones who wash cars on sat-rdays
which in the evening whiz between the asphalt and the little ones
medium like the classes to which they belong
ground-to-ground like the missiles they look like
very tight, they float
they alcohol and then they mix on a tree – boom!
white noses like fruit of the loom
which turn redder than a doom level

[verse 4]
its all fair game
why change if you can’t
i woke up like i knew what was the answer
if we ride out we riders
lets get this money
its blast blast blast
the blacks won’t crack
master the identity
every case got cased
check yourself
i am well
i am fine
too faced is to face
live in fear
theres n0body better than the first
im the last one left
this yo last test

- mc tesco

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