This is a song about "Departe de lumea rea"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace