Lyrics:
Fuck the Real Rap
Fuck the Fake Rap
I'm just for my place
In this Fucking Rap Game
Fuck the Real Rap
Fuck the Fake Rap
I'm just for my place
In this Fucking Rap Game

I start my career, without straps.
I kill everyone, without competition ah
These fake ones show me that they are full of comics
Full Discs, diss with new ones. Emcees, what you talk about? if I bring new style. 
I move the ground. I kill who pretends to you. And who say that can win against me when I rap-
I not fake, fuck Kidd Keo
I point to the faggot and I leave it knockout.
I do not see them, what do they say "Rap is Business" I created them
I not fail on the beat. They try to imitate to this MC? Rookies!
It will not take me a skill to mark them. With the free(style) I flooded skills, and I kill this morons Rookies.
I'm the God Killah, The Godzilla.
Who does not measure his two rhymes, and oscillates to oxidize my doctrine, will see sums of two and more, is touch to the down, my don to the flush of perfection. Who are you ?, sorry If my vision is to be a God, what is the problem?
Better diction, better version of the Rap you have today. The power to give more of what you can give...

Fuck the Real Rap
Fuck the Fake Rap
I'm just for my place
In this Fucking Rap Game
Fuck the Real Rap
Fuck the Fake Rap
I'm just for my place
In this Fucking Rap Game

...In more than two songs. I don't fear the Gat.
Do you see them? They are CATS, I cut this cats and put them to cry. 
It will not stop to give good Rap . 
Rappers do not escape from my sickle to the Mic. 
They are Buzz. I'm Light,  And they are Years to can reach me.
They do not see me? I am God. With such technical metrics, there is no ethics when I rap.
If they medicate me with replicas they will see me explode.
And if they reply with "What will they say?" I will postpone it to mark.
And if my replica shoots me, you'll know what will happen
When I put two to this gossip, I don't meditate to kill.
If my lexicon was not explained, I extinguish them by keeping silent
And if my doctor medicated me with epsilon, I exile when talking
Because If I dedicate it to my replicas I put them in the air when rapping.
Prrra

Fuck the Real Rap
Fuck the Fake Rap 
I'm just for my place
In this Fucking Rap Game
Fuck the Real Rap
Fuck the Fake Rap
I'm just for my place
In this Fucking Rap Game

Murdered Rhyme