Zkillz (part. Lil Supa y Rayone)

I don’t know what you were expecting, man
But here we are
RayOne to the fucking Little Zu
And the wickedness can
Who’s gonna teach you to
Love the rap from here
Who’s always adding a grain of
Sand to hip-hop, yeah!

This goes out to you from Maracay
Yeah players
Haters better recognize that there’s no one like me
Open up your eyes so you can see, buddy
That none of your tracks
Can top this punch line, don’t try!

I grab the same mic and a bad
Beat, so many fools wanna beef
I know no one does it like this hit
Now listen up when the sax plays
And keep your hands up for the chorus

Asphalt, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, family
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are

Asphalt, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, family
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are

I’m on guard with rhymes for a while now
Defending my brothers from
Fakes and cops
From so many enemies who have a
Pact with empty songs
If it were necessary, I wouldn’t
Shake their hand, but

I unleash the venom against all those punks
Like toys, affecting my ego
I hate it, I manifest honestly in this game
I respect the ground, the pavement, and
The desire to be sincere, but

So many little tags looking like ladies
I’d rather have a pair of Jordans
And a big shirt
Submissive attitude, tagging corners and avenues
This is Caracas, man, and anyone
Can take your life, but

So we keep signing like the beggar
Until some loser shows up and
For no reason, twenty-five (Chk-Chk Paw-Paw)
This is what happens, one action, one cause
And from the wake to the house, but

Violence, awareness with a competitive
Attitude
Are whole pieces of hip-hop in Venezuela
So understand that both of us are culture
So understand that we both
Live the same shit, but

I don’t support you, you don’t support yourself, you support
And whoever supports you is just using you
Every night they give you a couple of kicks
And then if they call you because
You’re a real hip-hoper

Love for the art, don’t mess with me
I’d rather be a street musician than
Paying for play, it’s
Love for the art, don’t mess with me
Here are Ray
Canser and Supa’ making rap instead of trends

Asphalt, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, family
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are

Asphalt, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, family
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are

Sometimes I think about not singing
Anymore and stopping writing
So that no more fools
Try to be like me
Claiming to be MC flow
Represent, underground, ghetto
All those trivial phrases that
Only the missionary throws

That Canserbero contradicted himself in that track
That he’s on drugs, that he’s fake
That he scratched his balls
That yesterday I passed by him and he didn’t even say hi
I’m not an artist, man, I’m a person

I hardly hear rap, almost all is empty
Modesty aside
I’ll have to start listening to my own
Which can be boring for
Wanting to help people
Different from those who
Are now aware to get famous

Well, at least they’ve improved
Before they copied foreigners, now
They copy Venezuelans, not to mention those
Fighting for African brothers
With Jamaican flags
And North American rhythms

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
I’m a real Caracas dude and I don’t
Sing if there’s no cash
Because I’m tired of
Advising those homies
Who don’t pay for my entry
But do for weed

I got the skill for real
You just have the desire
I see you with drama overacting for fame
I’m not gonna record with you
Even if I hit on your sister
With her fake tits and nothing
Laying in bed

I come from a neighborhood where sometimes I ate
The same pasta every day
With pretty cold water
But I’ve never gone hungry
Nothing has been given to me
That’s why I’m cold like a soldier

There are those who are born to take the lead
And I don’t buy that story that
There aren’t stupid people
Don’t even try to return, get off that path
It’s before Supa’ and Ray with
Canser that your face gets spat on

How can they not be pissed at us?
If we’re more connected than
Many celebrities with labels
With lyrics of
Truth and no dancing
Fighting the flag like Miranda did
In his era, whoa!

That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are

Ray, Can, Zu

That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are