[Verse: MC Babo]
Killer of killers, like Raid I get rid of them
Because they're only the shit that hinder in the way
My fate is at the top to make better rhymes
Meanwhile here in your tomb, they drop you off the stage
Don't waste your saliva wanting to compete
Because from M to the C, I'm the better MC
Get away from here because your rap is disgusting
You fucking lousy darkie, get out of that well already
Ten years and you don't know how to make good hip-hop
I know beginners who can teach you a lesson
Listen to my voice well, and shut your mouth already
You fucking circus monkey, I'm your tamer
My whip is the flow that cause you those injuries
You're searching for fame by challenging La Artillería
Filth, what were you thinking? I'm the Real-Emeciaz
You've got envy for me and I'm the stigma
I'm the egnima that shakes away all your minions
With only two phrases I undo their aces
My jaws open up and break the style
Foolish killers that wanted to play with me
Now with my edge I will finish you
In the control room, you've approached to greet
Meanwhile behind you, you're wishing us death
But during that moment you're like; "Cool, I wish you all lots of luck."
Up front, you're a fag, you lack too many balls
And you lack even more to be good
You're not even a fart, and you say that you're the shit
Wordo, please just really go fuck yourself
Because I'm sick of listening to all your stupidities
You'll pay a high price with very high interests
There's no need to pray to the Real-Emeciaz
Your wish is conceded, I already answered to your rhymes
And your gang were saying that you were the best
Now they light up candles to the mega-rhymer
I mean me-me-me, they couldn't withstand my flow
Even less they won't withstand my whole battalion
I'm the action, I'm the glory, in my mic I'm victory
I've got more audacity than the moles in Cambodia
I'm the stockpot where MC's boil
When they try to approach with the mic to combat
They can suck me here, all together one by one
My rhyme to King Neptune, grand like Atilla the Hun
Visible like the smoke from a forest fire
You shit your underpants when I release my freestyle
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay! I've got a mic in the hand
And in my eyes, the hell for whoever wants to confront me
You go back, backwards, like crabs do
I still remember the councils that one day my old man gave me
Listening to a moron is just enlarging them
Feel yourself gigantic because during 2:28 I just did it
[Outro: MC Babo]
I've always thought that a true MC must be direct in their messages, to not have restraints in their tongue, that who throws rhymes at me, will receive rhymes, and that who throws strikes at me, will receive strikes, in the world of Hip-Hop and its four elements, the most important thing is competence, everyone wants to the biggest predator, always the biggest one finishes the littlest one, as long nobody finishes me, I'll still be the biggest one, peace, out