Messi’s Masterpiece

Yeah, let's look at the tape.

Let's talk about the pure art.

Not just the numbers,

the soul. (unbelievable)

They talk about athletic builds,

machines in the lab But I'm talking about the kid from Rosario,

making 'em grab At the wind,

at the air, he's a ghost in the space No unnecessary steps,

just a change in the pace One shoulder drop,

three defenders are gone No need to show off when you're painting

the dawn He's the composer,

the architect, drawing the lines While the other is working,

Messi just shines

He don't need the flash,

he don't need the roar Just a touch of the left and

he's unlocking the door No machines can replicate what nature designed The

greatest of all time,

the master of mind (yeah,

the master) (the number ten)

Look, one is a product of training and sweat And we honor

the grind, yeah, we pay that respect But the other's a gift

that you cannot construct A beautiful system you cannot disrupt He drops

to the midfield to carry the weight Then glides to the box

to seal up their fate Most assists in the history,

most playmaking gold A complete work of art that can never be

sold

He don't need the flash,

he don't need the roar Just a touch of the left and

he's unlocking the door No machines can replicate what nature designed The

greatest of all time,

the master of mind (yeah,

the master)

Rosario's own. Eight golden balls in the cabinet.

Pure genius.

No argument left. (hahaha)