[Letra de "Pa’ que lo Sepa" ft. Superbad Solace]

[Intro: Superbad Solace]
Check, check
Cut the shit, cut the shit
Solace, the Superbad MC
Knockin' teeth, feel like Jack Dempsey
With my brother Little’ Supa
Lou Fresco, you know the dress code
Check, yo', check, check, woah', yo’

[Verso 1: Superbad Solace]
Excercise my expertise for excellence
The rhyme specialist, got their heads spinnin' like "The Exorcist"
Never let 'em question my intelligence
It's effortless
Worth the precipices and all the deficits
It's ways that you can't find on Twitter, homie'
Ultra-light beam, blind your vision, homie'
Poor stand peace, this ain’t your little ponys
Shouts out to my gorillas out in [¿?]
Everytime I open my eyes
The culture never dies
’Cuz Solace is alive
They hopin' we divide, but we conquer
Ninety foe, indian chief from my chest
Call it the [¿?]
Flow bunkers
Destroy every [¿?] just like ’em old tunkers
Wack rappers get the chanclas
Playin' with your life, this ain't a contest
Death to non-sense
The gossip will get you shot, kid!
Me and my Venezuelan connect
Severing necks, 'cuz we never settle for less, bless!
Don’t get your snapbacks, rad homie
That's about the one and only Soly bromie, slowly
[¿?] with [¿?] looking holy
Simple black coffee and canole to control me
Little' Supa, Bad Solace, the soldiers
The best to let you detonate explosives
[Verso 2: Lou Fresco]
Ah, it ain't a safe play
It's a check-mate
Little' Supa, Bad Solace, raps heavy-weight
Venezolano en Queens hablando serio (Serio)
The wildest rhymer, so Manu Beats gettin' respeto
Real recognize real fundamentals
I dedicate this to the kids and the ghettos
I live & die for this a tiempo completo
Desde mi templo (Dojo), conocimientos
Shout-outs to the old G's por emprender el viaje
Por entender la calle, por el aprendizaje
A mis hermanos en Madrid, caballos de linaje
Coleccionan joyas textiles en su equipaje (¡Elio!)
You know, my steez no lo venden en tiendas
Aprendí con G's en contiendas, never surrender
Today's agenda: debo convertirme en leyenda
Tengo contactos en París hablando de mi mierda
I don't even get high, but I'm always flyin'
Each bar sounds like fire, you can't deny it
People is always saying: "Hip-Hop is dying"
I'm like "Shut the fuck up. Sh, sh, stop lying"
Escribo letras doradas en mi libreta
Lyrics from another planeta
Sonny, you get that?
I'm world-wide, ya conocen mi sepa
The most-wanted latinos HipHop, pa' que lo sepa (word!)
[Coro/Outro: Superbad Solace & Lou Fresco]
We be the second to none
¡Pa' que lo sepa!
Burnin' like Dominican rum
¡Pa' que lo sepa!
Venezuela gettin' it done
¡Pa' que lo sepa!
Son, if you ain't got the sazón, ¡yo', respeta!
We be the second to none
¡Pa' que lo sepa!
Burnin' like Dominican rum
¡Pa' que lo sepa! (¡Pa' que lo sepa!)
Venezuela gettin' it done
¡Pa' que lo sepa!
... ¡Toma! Cachetazo en la cara
¡Mijo, respeta!