[Lyric] MadMan - Veleno 8 ft. Gemitaiz (Genius English Translations)

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Gemitaiz & MadMan]
It's Gemitaiz, I still answer: "What?"
Your bros are bots, you must be a flop (Rrah)
I'll avenge hip-hop, I'm like Holy Ghost
For the posterity, with our posters in their room, with their Uniposka
And our signature, in some places like a gang (Uoh)
We all have got red eyes, like a carousel
Broski, we're like monsters in this shit
My skills are way better than the last time
I'll start the engine (Rrah), give me a second and I'll go (Ay)
I've got my rap on that high horse, you're crazy
I'vе been writing for ages, I've got demons, and I rap
I'vе been here forever, I'm a ghost
Yes, I crash femurs (Ooh), my methods are worse than yours
They're like: "Alright", and when I come: "Goodbye"
So here I am, and excuse me if I pass by (Ay)
No, you can't fill the gap, there's a password
I'll call you later, I'm gonna shoot you with my guns
I've got the highest rank, they never let me play with y'all
I want to count cash with the sea in front of me
Eating shrimps, smoking trees, and leave the scraps
Because it's not enough now (Ay), I want fire
I've got new rap, I'm spitting gems, I always win
Where's the game? (Ooh) My flow shines like a pyre (Ooh)
Grinding my teeth like a dogo
Yeah, bro, then press "Play" (Eh), I'm drinking beer with my bros (Ooh)
He's like: "Look at Gemitaiz, he's still spitting in Blue-Ray"
You're feeling this shit like a pill at a rave
You're gone in sixty seconds like Nicolas Cage
I scratch your chain, you probably got it on eBay (Ah)
Black and white on film, bro, like La Haine (Idiot)
Brother, we're like Apple, you're like Huawei (Ay)
Get out my way (Ooh), I'll send you back to bed, I've got a beautiful flow
It'll cut you like a knife held by Kurt Angle
I ride this sample like I'm on a Lambo (Vroom)
I assure you, I won't come to your concert
Veleno wonderful, I'm making another two-hundred (K)
I'm here with double M, baby, you look like Hugh Grant, bro (Asshole)
Wanna fuck with us? You can't, bro (Ay)
We're Misfits, they saw us in the hit list
Give me a beat, I'll give you an aneurysm, yeah, bro
You want to diss me, I'm like Keanu Reeves, I'll rip off your crucified Christ
Dope like Swizz Beatz, yeah, I'll give you a lifting
I'll rip off your cholecyst (Ah)
I know you've got a gun, but to make piercings
To send you back to school, bro, that's very easy (Ay, M, hi)
[Verse 2: MadMan]
The techniques you're looking for, you're copying 'em
I'll cover my ears and then my eyes, monkey
You know my flow is OP
You get in the lobby and you blow up with two shots (Ah)
M is Modern Warfare, the revolution (Ooh)
Full equipped, bro, like the BOPE (Ra-ta-ta-ta)
Among these soft guys, bro, I'm like a totem
Jack the Ripper, bro, Pedro Lopez (Ah)
I kill a beat and then kill the next one
I throw a firecracker, it's like Pearl Harbor
You talk about soccer, I'm the whole bureau
Baggio, Ronaldo, I mean Nazàrio
Bro, I'm mumbling, not 'cause I'm cold
But 'cause I've got some grams inside my bag
Even if it's January, I feel like I'm in Cairo (Uoh)
I'm flying, autopilot (Wow)
Lyrical bitch (Ay), Billy Bob Thornton (Ay)
Maximum income but with minimum effort (Ay)
You're locked inside your studio like in a church, and yet you can't match my flow, bro (Eh, no)
You're not a pro, bro (No, no)
I'm writing this shit in like twenty minutes, just like number 6, brother, that's a double platinum
I've got the magic touch, I'll empty a .16 on you, then I'll reload
I'll lock you inside your house, panicking (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm with Davide who's blowing you out like a pasha (Ah)
Flow's riding like Calabria on the wing
Every bar's an axe that leaves a track
I follow it like hunting dog, and I find your face (Eh)
My flow hangs you, slaps you
It's running fast and it doesn't stop, it goes and takes
My voice leaves you limping, Schwarzenegger
You feel ashamed among other people, Fassbender
Ay, M, baby, I'm playing, I'm always rapping (Eh)
I'm dribbling like Dwyane Wade, ankle breaker (Eh-eh)
First place in this game like the Lakers (Eh-eh)
I'm burying these rappers, Undertaker (Ah)
My style is complicated, it's a puzzle (Yeah)
Sneakers matching with my hat (Yeah)
Rhymes of lineage, call me "Boss" (Yeah)
I'll eat this guy and I'll shit him
Brother, I'm too heavy, I'm the rap king (Eh)
I know that if I think too much I have a bad trip (Eh)
I'm like Norton looking at his reflection in the mirror (Eh)
Have you seen these movies? (Eh) My double is Brad Pitt (Eh)
M is too sexy (Eh), you can see my crackhead face even in the press kit (Nah)
The best is yet to come when you're talking about songs (Eh)
They call the detectives, I've got a million HP
You asshole, rage quit (Rage quit)
At least there is Mad, the rap artist (Ah)
She's in the back, she's with you, but she stares at me
I couldn't get in the club, I think I was in the blacklist
Now black track, Dsquared (Ay, eh-eh)
Hickory-dickory-dock
I'm poppin' a shampoo, you're cheering with Brut
To get an original flow you've to go to Lourdes
Fuck your dead relatives (M)