Pa’ que lo Sepa Lil Supa (Ft. Superbad Solace)

[Letra de "Pa’ que lo Sepa" ft. Superbad Solace]

[Intro: Superbad Solace]
Check, check
Cut the shit, cut the shit
Solace, the Superbad MC
Knockin' teeth, feel like Jack Dempsey
With my brother Little’ Supa
Lou Fresco, you know the dress code
Check, yo', check, check, woah', yo’

[Verso 1: Superbad Solace]
Excercise my expertise for excellence
The rhyme specialist, got their heads spinnin' like "The Exorcist"
Never let 'em question my intelligence
It's effortless
Worth the precipices and all the deficits
It's ways that you can't find on Twitter, homie'
Ultra-light beam, blind your vision, homie'
Poor stand peace, this ain’t your little ponys
Shouts out to my gorillas out in [¿?]
Everytime I open my eyes
The culture never dies
’Cuz Solace is alive
They hopin' we divide, but we conquer
Ninety foe, indian chief from my chest
Call it the [¿?]
Flow bunkers
Destroy every [¿?] just like ’em old tunkers
Wack rappers get the chanclas
Playin' with your life, this ain't a contest
Death to non-sense
The gossip will get you shot, kid!
Me and my Venezuelan connect
Severing necks, 'cuz we never settle for less, bless!
Don’t get your snapbacks, rad homie
That's about the one and only Soly bromie, slowly
[¿?] with [¿?] looking holy
Simple black coffee and canole to control me
Little' Supa, Bad Solace, the soldiers
The best to let you detonate explosives