With the lyrics I’m obsessive compulsive
And the alphabet is on the verge of collective suicide
It doesn’t matter because as long as I’m alive
Even without words I write
Breaking the rules is what it’s all about
Getting a chair to stand on one leg
That with a single verse in the middle of the commotion
Find peace in a parallel universe
You don’t need to think so much my saint
I’m a rapper so why don’t I sing?
Without playing the victim without so much theater
I rhyme it like you in 4Ñ…4
Because of the soup ‘e letra’ I make a sancochо
And on top of that I rap them in 6×8
I respect movement
I also put bricks from the pavement
I also mixed cement
If it didn’t work out I’m sorry
It must be sad to write to end up rapping it in the wind
What you have not said in your entire life, fierce
I said it just one year into my career.
I fed my notebook so much
That they stopped fitting in my suitcase’
Cooking without a recipe book
I learned to take out the pencil when the heart gets tight
Really rhyming the post the clear
From bar to bar writing on a napkin
Until my pencil bleeds
With ice in the fridge I learned to write while hungry
I am a rapper even if I only use a guitar
Without beat and without DЈ the bars are still bars
And I’m going to duel against the cello
No one can take me out of here even if all the angels from heaven come down
Rap in the street with all his voice
The words that the dictionary still does not recognize
What you didn’t even know with a doctorate what it means
Rap with a rhyme explains it to you
The story of the bullets that do not splash at all
From the one who shoots them to the one who makes them
Rap is not defined by your brand
It is defined by the verse that the track becomes
It is defined by the power of the word
The punchlines that hit your mind until you open it
Rap with me does not complain
Because I was more faithful to him than I was to my partner.
Rap is everything you can’t see
He saw my son being born, he saw him grow, he even fed him
And he tied my leg with which I jumped
So that depression would not push me from the twenty-fifth floor
And I connect with you on another level
Because he taught me to say what doesn’t fit on paper
And if I get lost in the middle of nowhere without transportation
I let the pencil decide my direction
And here I will be even if you don’t see my contribution
In this sport until my machetes no longer cut
Although this entire mission is aborted
I’ll be here even if the lyrics no longer matter
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