No, No, No

The guy who's taller than all the walls
MC Squirrel blows up and battles, keeping watch
And taking out the punks, I catch them on the line, consider yourself dead
They watch over me, rehearsing even in the desert
But there are many out there who think they’re on top of the world

Okay, it’s Moises again, back for all the workers
Here’s the boss of the company
I know it weighs on you, but surprise
When this gangster sings to you
With these thick rhymes that always lift the crowd
And on my scale is all the rhythm your ear can handle
Breaking through the sound barrier
Beastly, real as it gets, supernatural and what’s that?
Smoke, smoke, everybody smoke
With the gangster represent, let’s go
Neither your ugly talk nor your bullshit impresses me
Because everyone knows you’re the biggest devil in your area
So you wanna come sign one of those, one of the antisocial
One of the criminal, but

No, no, no
You can’t take me on
Squealer witch Rekeson, you can’t take me on
If you want, send your three thousand, I walk alone but
With projectiles

Who am I? An alarming singer shining like a diamond
Distributor with class in gangster land
Who am I? Squirrel, the one who dresses and fits and in rhymes zero
I stroll because you come out with a crew
Who am I? The one who draws blood with rhymes and when you see me
In the face, it changes your look like a weather change
Who am I? The boss of the boss of the frozen, you’re down, knocked down
The first round pawn, pawn

Who are you? A bastard with a delay who wants to be a boss and you’re the
Shame of the blacks for being such a snitch!
Who’s the other? The biggest braggart, the one who doesn’t blow up and that’s for being such a loudmouth
You gotta shove a .40 in his mouth
Who produces your music? That fake, the one who uses them
The one who now pays me for protection because I gave his a beating
Who makes that bad music that doesn’t sit right?
I assure you, I swear it was the snitch who never grows up