I feel my evil side that's about to come out People laughing at my Rap Like my rap is crap Look at the stats Because I'm rapping facts Beats so packed In matter that I get to go a new level So I turned into a motherfucking rebel Rap my recipe The beat my main ingredient I check the menu so I ordered mozzarella I think I'll turn to acepalla At first I didn't be the best I was so terrible that I put rappers to rest I focus on my books So I ain't a magician That makes the mistakes disappear And the problems reappear I'm Deko People thinking their life's in retro While they working at the metro Girls like to tease me So I can try to please them The truth is that everyday a life challenge I ain't a gangster that hustles But I got the muscle Rappers like mocking birds with the fiery attitude I think I should come up with better punchlines Because wannabe gangsters throwing up fake gang signs Youngsters dieing fast Because their lives don't last You saying you rap poison While exactly it's toxic My raps bring back the undead Acting so zombical Then my flow made the people brain dead Everyone crumbled in life Then they also stumbled Fake people ain't humble I should've become a general Because my armor inpenterbal Life gonna be eternal My rap so dope Because it got hope Young kids mainly hang themselves with rope Rap so top rated People innovated I faced my fears Like telling you oh dear Putting beware on the rhythm My rhymes so rare Because it got a vip pass People don't respect me Because they just suspect Making rap into a theory Other than a terminology Holy Ghost asking for a apology