If you wanna go to war, More than likely I'll catch a warrant, But I'm a Taurus, so watch this bull rush, You can call me Dexter Lawrence, Applyin' pressure, watch you scramble, You should never get out of pocket, But for this rhyme scheme, it makes sense, So there's nothing you can do to stop it, If we ever meet in Houston, Your gonna have a problem with the Rockets, I call that an Apollo 13..... But there's no astronauts in a cockpit, Have you feeling like I threw away the key before I put you in a cell and locked it, Made special content with your woman, Then sat you down and made you watch it, You jumped into battle too eagerly, Just a light pack that's easily dispatched, My pen is physically a sword that leaves your spine and brain stem unevenly detached, Words are like heat seeking missiles, You get concussed after every discussion, Now I got your wife with her mouth open, On her knees, head buttin' my belly button, I'm Ringo Star when I get to drummin' Spin the block, you'll hear the percussion, "That dude there is just poppin' off" Trust me, I can hear the assumptions, I proved 'em all wrong along the way, You can't interfere with any interruptions, This inner monologue constantly debates between living right or getting into something...
E voces achando que plebeu tinha morrido Olha eu no teus ovidos Usando esse beat so pra poder desabafar Passo esse tempo incomodado Com o que o a vida vem gerado Desde 020 pra cá ...
