[Intro]
I can see the world unclearly through plexiglass
As if someone had turned off all the lights after being angry
I feel in the dark, looking for walls with my hand
I got fucking glaucoma again

[Chorus]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man

[Verse]
I respect the people of the courtyards, I throw SPZ chrome on the wall
Another guy wears a holster, tell me where the fuck do you have that gun?
I'm going to the front, bar bazooka, I'm going first like Yuri Gagarin
Monsieur, pardon, beaten pots, Dom Pérignon, Dom Pérignon
I dеflate the Reebok, pressurizе the blocks
Mine do it from the heart, yours only for show
The shell has broken into several parts, it's just a simple shell
Without a plume, logo, sticker, it looks worse than a cheap whore
I don't know what's going on anymore and maybe it's a game, a show of menacing faces
Fucked up at other people's cinemas, they sound good, but it's not a movie
I have the ingredients, I make a dip, I know the prescription to the gram
Chips crack under my teeth, and it was so sharp in the commercials
[Chorus]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man

[Outro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man