Maestro Raro – The Microphone Masta

Maestro Raro The Microphone Masta

Maestro Raro – The Microphone Masta Lyrics

Artist: Maestro Raro
Song: The Microphone Masta

Le doy jaque al soplón, esto es una agresión
Tío presta atención, crezco con la presión
Vivo en mi universo inverso de versos dispersos
Inmerso en un estilo inmenso que crea adicción

AA Ay caramba! Piensa bien lo que decir
Antes de rajar de mi, somos criminales sí
Quieres flows en exclusiva ves y pilla pasta
Puf du aha! The Microphones Masta

Sin mesura, ¿quién está a mi altura?
Me pongo las botas con mi visión remota
Quiero un casoplón para mi culo gordinflón
Tendrías quе rezarle a la madre quе me parió

Mira al sibarita cuando saca su varita
Hago que la historia se repita
Yo chuleo con el groove follando culos
Tu ya sabes quien soy, si queréis el sumun

Ya voy b-boys!
The Microphone
The Microphone Masta
The Microphone

The real sit
Bajo un foco ves un loco, un jodido reactor
Os saco mi sustrato de cerezos en flor
Te mato mentecato cuando entro en calor

Eh! Nunca falla mi aparato locomotor
No eres para tanto tío así que piérdete
Somos de los pocos que quedamos que aún rimamos bien
Os elevo con un simple gesto

Todos me respetan por qué saben que yo se de esto
Y sin motivo os inflais, pero no me molestais
Por que simplemente me la peláis
Soy un hijo puta de oído privilegiado

Un cinturón rojo, tu un pato laqueado
No doy un paso en falso, vivís este holocausto
Lo veo todo claro con la soga en el cadalso
Me cubro y marco mi terreno

Nena ponte de estreno
Tú ya sabes donde está lo bueno
The Microphone
The Microphone Masta

The Microphone
Se que mi estilo
Se que mi estilo es demasiado
Se que mi estilo

Se que mi estilo es demasiado tentador
Se que mi estilo
Se que mi estilo es demasiado
Se que mi estilo

Se que mi estilo es demasiado tentador
Mi mierda habla por si sola
Esto no es lo que parece co
Ando centrado en mi movida

Pillo un bazoka y suelto locos skills
Os tengo comiendo de mi mano
Nachodowntemo te lo sirve al punto
Interrumpimos tu programa favorito

Se que mi estilo es demasiado tentador
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The Microphone Masta Lyrics – English Translation

I give jaca to the snitch, this is an aggression
Uncle pays attention, I grow up with the pressure
I live in my reverse universe of scattered verses
Immersed in an immense style that creates addiction

Aa Aoy Caramba! Think what to say
Before split from me, we are criminals yes
You want flows exclusively you see and pilla pasta
PUF DU AHA! The Microphones Masta.

Without measuring, who is at my height?
I put on my boots with my remote vision
I want a caplone for my fat #ss
You would have to pray to the mother who parked

Look at the Sibarita when she pulls her wand
I make the story repeat
I chuleo with the groove f#cking asses
You already know who I am, if you want the sumun

I’m going B-Boys!
The Microphone.
The Microphone Masta.
The Microphone.

The Real Sit.
Under a focus you see a madman, a f#cking reactor
I take my substrate of cherry blossoms
I kill you mindcate when I enter heat

Hey! My locomotor device never fails
You are not so uncle so I get lost
We are one of the few that we remain that we still rhyme
I raise you with a simple gesture

Everyone respects me why they know that I know from this
And without motif you inflais you, but it does not disturb me
Because I just peise me
I am a privileged ear f#cking son

A red belt, your lacquered duck
I do not give a fake step, you live this holocaust
I see everything clear with the rope in the cadalso
I cover and frame my land

Babe getting premiere
You already know where the good is
The Microphone.
The Microphone Masta.

The Microphone.
I know my style
I know that my style is too
I know my style

I know that my style is too tempting
I know my style
I know that my style is too
I know my style

I know that my style is too tempting
My sh#t speaks for itself alone
This is not what it seems
I’m focused on my move

A bazoka and loose crazy skills
I have you eating my hand
Nachodownmo serves it to the point
We interrupt your favorite program

I know that my style is too tempting
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Maestro Raro Lyrics – The Microphone Masta

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From the album:
Tulpa [Explicit]
Release Year: 2018