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I ain’t from Brazil, But you can call me Zepekenio still. This rap game’s too easy to kill, You Geppetto with the pen— Your bars? Straight Pinocchio, they fake as hell. You got no words, no flow, I make heads nod, even animals at the show. Your rap’s Frank from Shameless, Better recognize who’s the king, And who’s just chained up, brainless. On the beat, I’m Dahmer with the violence, You just Jeffrey from Bel-Air, full of silence. You think you a big fish? I spit passion, been rappin’ since way back, You wasn’t even born—don’t act slick. Back when you was fightin’ acne and snackin’ boogers, I was crackin’ beats with bars like rugers. You lookin’ for solutions? I got nothin’ but problems to hand out, no substitutions. I came to crush your chickpea-sized brain, If I lose, I’ll gift y’all hash bricks by the train. Then I’ll hit you with some distinguished regards, This that “who the hell is this?” when I’m spittin’ bars. No need to pray for me, I was born to shine, Like a diamond’s soul trapped in a human spine. You’ll get that line when you bald and toothless, Put all your eggs in one basket? Say hello to the snake in the bushes. Come down my alley with no detour, The only thing I offer’s rap and a one-way ticket—pure. Under the hoodie, I look grim, My weapon’s a pen with no cap, real slim. In my game, the field’s full of mines, lil’ man, Close your eyes if it feels good— Open ‘em if you feel the evil take a stand. Raised without Tom & Jerry, I fry brains with flames before they even get wary. Rollin’ solo, no big entourage, For rappers, I’m the plague—it’s sabotage. They claim they real, they claim they whole, But I don’t even see half of a soul. Warning: I’m a lyrical criminal, My bars kill—my murder weapon? A trowel, minimal. I got the Gargamel swag, They just Smurf clowns with a joke in their bag. Achoo! That’s your fear, Let the teacher preach—class in here. On the mic, I expose the rookies, You got the frame, but your engine’s mushy. I give ‘em pleasure, way above the belt— At least that’s what the rumors felt. Life’s cold, bruh, no surprise, Full of pain and small highs. You better wake up early, don’t snooze, Or you’ll wake up broke, on the curb, confused. You say you got it all, but I hear you lack, I’m a vulture—not a plant-eatin’ snack. I’m Vegeta—you just a basic earthling, I’m behind you now, but I bring the hurting. If I hit your spine, it ain’t no accident, My rap’s real, yours irrelevant. Had to put this truth on the table, Hope you stable— Now pack your bag and get back to school, You just flunked, fool. Your grade’s zero, 10 hours detention, Class dismissed—time to learn the lesson. I’m landing while you lift off slow, When I hit Deezer, I’m gone for sure. I spit grime for my villains with no reason, But where the hell is the kaikonnection this season? Quit rap, go back to lickin’ popsicles, And if you want fame… Well, you’ll need to suck more than icicles.
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I ain’t from Brazil, But you can call me Zepekenio still. This rap game’s too easy to kill, You Geppetto with the pen— Your bars? Straight Pinocchio, they fake as hell. You got no words, no flow, I make heads nod, even animals at the show. Your rap’s Frank from Shameless, Better recognize who’s the king, And who’s just chained up, brainless. On the beat, I’m Dahmer with the violence, You just Jeffrey from Bel-Air, full of silence. You think you a big fish? I spit passion, been rappin’ since way back, You wasn’t even born—don’t act slick. Back when you was fightin’ acne and snackin’ boogers, I was crackin’ beats with bars like rugers. You lookin’ for solutions? I got nothin’ but problems to hand out, no substitutions. I came to crush your chickpea-sized brain, If I lose, I’ll gift y’all hash bricks by the train. Then I’ll hit you with some distinguished regards, This that “who the hell is this?” when I’m spittin’ bars. No need to pray for me, I was born to shine, Like a diamond’s soul trapped in a human spine. You’ll get that line when you bald and toothless, Put all your eggs in one basket? Say hello to the snake in the bushes. Come down my alley with no detour, The only thing I offer’s rap and a one-way ticket—pure. Under the hoodie, I look grim, My weapon’s a pen with no cap, real slim. In my game, the field’s full of mines, lil’ man, Close your eyes if it feels good— Open ‘em if you feel the evil take a stand. Raised without Tom & Jerry, I fry brains with flames before they even get wary. Rollin’ solo, no big entourage, For rappers, I’m the plague—it’s sabotage. They claim they real, they claim they whole, But I don’t even see half of a soul. Warning: I’m a lyrical criminal, My bars kill—my murder weapon? A trowel, minimal. I got the Gargamel swag, They just Smurf clowns with a joke in their bag. Achoo! That’s your fear, Let the teacher preach—class in here. On the mic, I expose the rookies, You got the frame, but your engine’s mushy. I give ‘em pleasure, way above the belt— At least that’s what the rumors felt. Life’s cold, bruh, no surprise, Full of pain and small highs. You better wake up early, don’t snooze, Or you’ll wake up broke, on the curb, confused. You say you got it all, but I hear you lack, I’m a vulture—not a plant-eatin’ snack. I’m Vegeta—you just a basic earthling, I’m behind you now, but I bring the hurting. If I hit your spine, it ain’t no accident, My rap’s real, yours irrelevant. Had to put this truth on the table, Hope you stable— Now pack your bag and get back to school, You just flunked, fool. Your grade’s zero, 10 hours detention, Class dismissed—time to learn the lesson. I’m landing while you lift off slow, When I hit Deezer, I’m gone for sure. I spit grime for my villains with no reason, But where the hell is the kaikonnection this season? Quit rap, go back to lickin’ popsicles, And if you want fame… Well, you’ll need to suck more than icicles.
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