It is time for you to see the universe. There are more than 6 billion men on our planet. Genetically, we are practically all identical. However, sometimes a mutation occurs. These people are not ordinary. Son of a rhythm machine, then of a mine, a banger. I am at the heart of the rhyme, a style like the Avengers. They are a bunch of useless, break their cursed raps. The DJs who mime mixes, they threaten me with comics. Threaten the industry, precipitate the strata. Cosmic force, pure style, a stone of space. Success, surprise, son who challenges the stages. Fast like the small bolides that fill up in Spain. Original distributor of galactics, I whistle. Call me the abattoir, let them know. Sit on the top of a building that shelters the city. Exorcise your wanderer, your *** art, he has beef. Mythical, mystical, pile, all these kings of the area. These guys who hate us, these deals, reload and give it. Write your HP, lyrics, it's the beats of the album. I arrive, do my job, my team, pass the gums. Attack with massive bass like Sly and Robi. They have doubts about their own nature like David Bowie. Pop trembles on its bases when we *** the copy. We, the most superb villains of the category. Forged in hell, the streets of a rotten neighborhood. Snatch the underground, the velvet, Tartaruri. Terrestrial extract, when I rap, that's how they call me. At Def Jam, of course, but with a life license at Marvel. Mutants are not just fictional characters. They are among us, they exist. It's irreal. By essence, their technique makes them superhumans. Marvel, it's not a ***. Half man, half fantasy. When I rap, I see lions and atoms. My rage increases, the power grows. Marvel, it's not a ***. I can always increase my energy. Sitting, sitting, on an MC pick-up. We never feel like coming, I move against the wind. My eyes kiss the city where I'm about to dive. Tracking the insipid in places where those who have time to row are hanging. My bros are colossal grips. As soon as the other gags, I'm colder than the frost. I come from the bones, live like a dancer. I pose like I have a belly, do the inimitance. Mortals are the pages, I take their energy field. They are apathetic, just like Thanos. I come to trample on nano MCs. The odorama guides me, my instinct speaks to me, and my fury grows. Their variety flows, all crushed under the weight of my balls. I'm not Kirikou, their war, I will lead it all. And until the end, they will have to trace to keep their neck. Cerval, adamantium technology. A quarter man, three-quarter animal. Pestilence and marine porn, blood on the waves. Genetic exception. Invincible gaze, king on the top of buildings. I plunge into the size, and God will spare the most worthy. Healed in combat, open to a thousand suns of power. Everything is agitated at the bottom. Alas, all in the path of indecency. Marvel, Erotrip. Extra, hard and machin. Assassin's Creed. Extra, pure are my lines. My rage boosts my senses. Extra, raw are my words. At the bottom of the night, I say what I pray for. It's not my eyes, it's my guts. Mutants are endowed with the ability to rhyme and flow. Largely superior to all other human beings. Prepare to meet them. Marvel, it's not human. I'm Calacul, I come to devour your planet. We come from the red planet, Erotrip. Ultra-violet rap for a bloodless life. Marvel, it's not human. A black sun, I create a dark energy. Sidereal, knockout, intergalactic. It's the pure power of its paroxysm. Erotrip. Erotrip. Erotrip. Erotrip.