Arte Callejero
3 Coronas
Street Art
P.n.o:
We shoot the poison arrow, but never keep a fully loaded barrel
When it comes to battle, you see the shadow the gun fires
Careful, it's not that I act tough, I want to make it clear my talent is creative similar to Pizarro, it's the predominant hardcore art
Graffiti poetic letters expressed with honor
Not just anyone can master the microphone, it's about sweat, passion, and having the gift, yo!
It's a culture, a sure addiction where the harsh life is expressed in murals
And also in writings, graffiti in the subways, graffiti in cities
To leave a stylish mark on the streets,
It's about qualities, grabbing microphones, spitting truths, breaking instrumentals
And graffitiing immensities, artistic characteristics of the graffiti or mic break
The strike is always ready to fight, be prepared to be a studied lyricist
A well-trained painter and leave the critics silent, brave
This is phenomenal, beastly from my guts with a hip hop storm
Chorus:
For my niggas still represent the real hardcore
For my niggas still bombing trains, hitting walls
For my niggas who have this in their pure heart
Yo! I represent pure street art
Rocca:
I represent street art, I carry it inside me
Leather
Look at my hands and you'll see the mark the microphone leaves
I've been spitting lead for so many years, not like those who tell tales
I'm a veteran, in the business no one can stop me,
Shoot your lyrics, compare, buddy
I leave you in a mess and I send you back to your mother
It's pure, you have to be strong with the life I chose, I live in
Troubles
How many tough guys fall in four walls, there's no border or
Barrier that can stop my career, rap until
I die,
I paint this world with my verses, I'm like a graffiti in
The streets
Misunderstood, marginalized, one of those illegals, if you don't know
Who I am
With my flower, I engrave my name, R.O.C.C.A, I break it here
Bogota Paris New York in goal, three crowns like a
Hormone injection
Without rules, you hear my rap and you distort, I consume so much hip
Hop that I sweat it
I leave you speechless, I carry rap like a shield, it's in my
Veins
Forget suffering and pains, external criticisms barely ignite
You burn
Chorus: x2