BZRP Freestyle Sessions #6

Yo', it's Trueno, father
With Biza
Hey, yo'

They hit REC and the session begins
Trueno, the best when he grabs the microphone
I'm like Chino Maidana, a champion without a belt
If you go into the sea, beware of the shark
I'm far from home, but close to a million
All those rappers talk, but who the hell are they?
Son of a bitch, when did they write the song?
I don't know if they're right, I don't know if they're my sound
I don't know if they have voices, do you know who they are?

I never saw them, they don't see you there
Little man, you know I do it like this
I'm a dog, you're a wannabe
I do it like this, I win just because
Because I have flow, because I have free
Because I have hits, because I have a thousand
Ideas to kill a fool, but with rhymes and skills

To hit him in the face, hit him again and press play
Oh, my God, doing everything I want inside the game
They give me replays, as I say: Why do you wanna say?
Those rappers are all ninjas messing with the sensei

I don't think they can, I'm above the sidewalk, hey
Whenever and wherever you want, flow that grabs and sticks
I'm the strategist, this rhyme is masterful and that's why it arrives
That's why my rap defenestrates you, doing everything I want, ah

I'm always calm, I'm always fresh
Flowing on vinyl, I deserve it
The more they look for me, my flow disappears
So only, hey, I remain

In the culture, a few years ago
That's why now I want to leave all the battles
But I keep doing it
Because only my ego demands it and all my courage
My rhymes don't fail, damn, only
It seems to me that you were the stingray

I'm, uh, a shark, I have the stimulus
Although in a belt they fail
All those rappers, hey, end up at zero with me
They think Trueno gets stuck
But he breaks it because he starts over
Real flow, I'm not a fool
I know I'm not new
They have too many flaws to want to be roosters
They're not even eggs yet, oh

All the hens broke on me
I send it straight to the kitchen
My flow kills you, I know it assassinates you
I'm an expert at throwing rhymes
Everything is born, my nigga
Surely even my neighbor hates me
For all the music I put on top
My flow is serious, daddy, I'm even in China

Or in Japan, I don't know, I don't know, my bro
Sometimes I don't modulate, sometimes I swear to be
the best of all, but I realize I'm not
Because I surpass everything that happened to me before

I'm the first to do what caught on
The whole world when I started rapping
So don't tell me what do you want and what happened
That I do it very well, my black, you missed the train
At the last station, my black, I do have the gift

And I do it calmly because I have flow
And because I do it on the beat
Because I have all kinds, because I throw the messages
Because Trueno does it, because your rap falls apart

Accelerate to the first or second
I don't know where it is, but I know Trueno gives you a beating
We're making music, yes, my flow has the cover
Here we're street kids, don't get confused
Don't get confused
Here we're street kids, don't get confused
Don't get confused
Here we're street kids, don't get confused