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[Verse]
Well, waiting for this track to start
And waiting for the homie to place things on the table
Look there, you know that bottle looks sexy
It’s not Coca-Cola my brother, it’s a Pepsi
You heard it from Mozart La Para
Because Coke comes with red paper and that one silver
Don’t pay attention to anything
You know I go in how it is
And we came here right after we ate, hey
Look there, hey, what a pretty thing
Rap Snack is the name of these chips
But this guy you know is a rapper from the ghetto
And I’m pure clean, homie look, anti reggaetero
These chips I’ll eat them later as a snack
And if you take me to church ill place them in the offerings
Something heavy because improvising I’m the best
Now they brought me a basketball
With this basketball listen to what just came to me
Thinking about how LeBrron didn’t beat Curry
Something super normal, you already know
Here whatever doesn’t kill you makes you fatter
But to me the best will always be Jordan
That’s what there is bro, from the top of my head
Keep taking things out, you know, but suddenly
Look at it there, you know I see it
Since I’m out of league they brought me this trophy, hey
The king of kings in free', in free' in free'
You know homie that everything I sing is from here
And I’m not a novice, whoever crosses I destroy
And they gave me the trophy for winning the championship
Okay, look there, give it a break
I think this is the production of Drake
Something great, you know that rapper is a trip
And I saw that they haven’t released him singing with Romeo
Something very cool, they showed me one of these days
Spiff TV you know we went to hang one of these days
Ok, ok, ok, you know, what kills you fills you up
Look at it homie, it’s Kim Kardashian’s book
If you want get offended
Kanye’s girl, and inside mad pics of her naked
You saw know what it is
You know, rooster with spurs
And you know Mozart La Para wear off soles
Let me see, you know, what they brought me
Well, another ball again they brought me
But to this one I apply the forkball pitch
It’s green, much smaller than the basketball and the brand is Wilson
You know what it is homie, I’m not Bill Clinton
Came with the color green and it’s not me who paints it
I’ll throw it from a fourth, or maybe a fifth
Remember homie, that my style is different
I’ll keep freestyling, no? you don’t care?
If we run out of things there’s more on that table over there
In the table that always has an end
They’re white and red, you know, like Valentine’s Day
We’re doing a freestyle now of whatever I get out
Because my rhymes cost, homie, worth what it’s worth
The thing is that Mozart La Para revolts
A mic in hand and behind me there are four speakers
This is a freestyle my brother, kicking rhymes
Whoever doesn’t know how to freestyle please start a line
Because if Mozart La Para does fight he will relax you
I’m the rooster and you’re the chicken
Hey, the track is done
And you know, homie, that this is over
But don’t worry about anything, you know this is a freestyle
And if they bring me stuff I’ll stay up rapping