Teknik - Venting

Monitto

I ain’t gotta save face, dawg I get younger by day

Age on the mind and on moves, sountrack of deals by Sade

Vision is totally different, I lobby where most niggas groove

The nigga be deep in a mission, they say that I been M.I.A

The actions will do all the talkin, words getting cheaper by day

And I know you can't pay shit, it's that lebron in M.i.a move

Y’all can’t afford if I stay, y’all cannot keep in chains

I break all the rules, hungry for days, belly is full

But belongs to the beast

The way that we rap is a crime, y'all are deceased

Somebody call the police

Hommie believe, be glad that I’m quiet

Don’t make me speak

Brain got the bullets, mouth gonna spray

Hasta la vista, baybey!

Screaming Los Siete, Trap House all day

We counting heads, you still on beef

Y’all cannot catch me today

Up on the moon, shooting down stars

Niggas got bars, well I am Mozal e é ponto final

Esta vai para as ruas

Eu estou num escritório, não busy no pódio

Se mandas só ódio vai ser teu velório

Y’all cannot catch me at sleep

Land of the wolves guess who's the sheep

Meanwhile I’m sharpin my teeth

Niggas Try Testing Money

People tell me that I changed a lot

Was I supposed to be the same, now?

I’ve been focused, I’ve been on my job

‘Cause this is not a fucking game, now!

People tell me that I changed a lot

Was I supposed to be the same, now?

I’ve been focused, I’ve been on my job

‘Cause this is not a fucking game, now!

I remember when I came up

I was bound to fuck the game up

Tipo as festas lá do F.E.I.M.A

Couldn’t barely keep my flame up

Brought myself back from the ashes and took off

You cannot walk in my shoes ‘cause you too soft

I’m right in my lane and I’m runnin’

And you might not see me comin’

You’ll know it’s me, when I come in

Woooooah!

Monitto

I ain't that fly but u feel when I land

I create the demand, got supply in my hand

My monsters are inked they live in your head

Never say rest guess I'll sleep when I'm dead

Nr 2 in command, either your best on my worst comprehend

Blame me for writing and not what you read

Few understand there not other equal you know I ain't canned

I don’t pretend, boys wanna act so I show who's the man

Got your chicks leaving you with your dick in your hand

Mess with the flag, off with their head

No more snakes on the grass

Search for your best he just fell on the pit

This is that Sparta I gave him the kick

Only 2 options, death or destruction

Evil the first, genius the second, no more introductions

Spoke about talent but no one would listen

The noise of those coins is higher than feelings

I’m higher than buildings, God is my ceiling

You filming, we living

No lambos, no flamming, my miggas txintxillin

Niggas keep talking, girls catching feelings

Lord please forgive 'em, the things that they preachin

To talk about heaven, it cost you 11

The lies that they sell are bought with some ignorance

• Artist:Teknik
• Album:phouse