Round One

I'm not surprised They thrown the lyrical part aside And only give a f*ck about the vibe I don't get mad anymore I used to complain Now I get it, why they don't even try Why try? They'll just find the faults inside the design It's gonna cost 'em valuable time To go back try to change, rearrange and prefect Something both they and their listeners don't even mind We live in Cyberpunk times Just say dumb shit you can get away with it Self-claimed lyricists resort to lame tricks And this is what we end up with So I'm going back to the basics This is rap, simple just like a head kick Like Conor McGregor's slip counter left fist It's always utterly simple the times that I hit I had a motorcycle accident And broke my ankle on both fucking sides of it I know, the past is irrelevant But this is the present I haven't taken my first step yet I can't stand and I'm hurt Nursing myself back to health And I just can't wait for my body to regain it's strength Cuz my life is at stake I need to start to walk again and kick again Ride the bike and run again Must go fast I'm on a race to be famous Before the new world takes over everything Although I'm very capable And I will do well in a new world Hell, I'll do well in an apocalyptic wasteland I just wanna get the product out before we get there And don't worry I'm ready If I'll fail like a Samurai I'll cut my own belly Present to the world My guts hanging while I'm still standing I bet it will barely faze me I'll thrust the blade in and cut left to right Different and not ordinary But I don't think it will be necessary When everything is terrible and nothing goes my way It's the first round and I'm hurt bad I won't show any pain all the while remind my self Who am I I bathe in volcanos and train with the Tengu I work on my craft when I sleep I'm the El Cucuey of Hip Hop I rap with no beat You pussies don't know shit I'm hitting the Mokujin 'till my arms bleed Rap 'till I can no longer breathe I'm a freak Yeah I practice weird drills No one else does because I know what it means Wish I could get my competition like an Israeli Rapper in a ring I'll do my best to avoid the chin I'll just hit the body so he won't get in And in the midst of chaos Ask him how does it feel When the stage is set for a different skill Just say whenever And we'll ramp it up to eleven And see who's the first one to quit Here I'll drop off the mic you take all the advantage you need I'm the genuine article, the real deal I need nothing to win When everything is terrible and nothing goes my way It's the first round and I'm hurt bad I won't show any pain all the while remind my self