Contra Todos

[Zenit]
For that shitty joint nicely
By force, somersaults of posers
You can't see me going there
Better to be a club of ravers
Than to keep being a Hip Hop club without knowing how to be one

Don't beat around the bush, you look like koalas
Tell my rap that you really want to stop it
Rap like the one that always caresses my tonsils
Don't get it wrong, you know nobody can do it
If you stand under my rhymes, you get soaked
An umbrella only my people can have
If you see me, join your hands with mine
My hands are busy, your face will thank you
A utopian wish like stopping bullets
There is only one person who can grant it
Bravo heart, his like William Wallace
And being 995 times more you can defeat him
High-class rhymes, you know, nights at the Palace
After winning great battles like that of Waterloo
Coming soon Zenit in the best venues
If you don't know him, damn come to meet him

[Chojin]
Against everyone, calm
Come try it now with me
I'm ready, I have a mic, a rhythm sounds
And right here I have room to tell you what it's like to play with me
Hey, hey, hey, look at what you're doing
It's not a good idea to have Chojin as an enemy
My life has been anything but calm
I've seen so many things, so many lies, so many thugs
So many roosters that turned out to be chickens
Who would say that nowadays no one is what they seemed
But I learned my lesson
And now it's me, it's me who takes control
Life is just Hip Hop, a lot of fences
A lot of jumps, a lot of traffic jams
A lot of years doing nothing waiting, not anymore
I tell you that Chojin now knows
That there is no impassable path, there are cowardly travelers
Who face life in the easiest way
Acting normal, doing what everyone does
I tried to be normal but it doesn't work for me
Behaving normal and being presentable
But when you're into rap, there's no turning back
You can't be normal or adapt in an environment
Where hatred is breathed, I hate you
Are you all coming against me? I'm going against everyone
Turning the other cheek is nonsense
Chojin, Zenit, Zatu the hustlers

Who's afraid to fight against everything
We are not, we don't owe you any favors
What we earn we will deserve
Hate us, we will continue to give hip hop

[Zatu]
Thinking about it, my life has been 23 sabbatical years
Always with a math problem, you know?
I've been a flower in the attic
Where bad luck
For not having met you for 13 years
And I'm capable of spending an hour listening to the skip of a record
All because I don't get up to turn it over, I'm lazy
I assure you I like what I get
And I love that structure of leaving the sentence loose
Here I am
With a pure soul Jefe instrumental I can bring out what I have inside
Today is January first
May this year go well for us, I hope
To keep taking care of myself and be a sincere guy
Hash, tobacco, paper, lighter, and an ashtray
I only ask for that, to sing well
I work hard leaving my bones
The dog is loose even though he's sad
I don't behave the same as when you met me
I've been stealing seconds from life after a year
We seem like strangers, don't ask me for more
I did it in secret
If I left breadcrumbs along the way
So I wouldn't get lost later and you wouldn't tell me, 'Zatu, you don't warm me up anymore'

I'm sorry but at this moment I don't need to ride with more weight
My horse is tired
I live under a cloud of smoke under a cloudy sky
And that's how I do it
There are no choruses in my music
If I did something wrong, I don't plan to fix it with an excuse me
It's not my style, my style is to keep it alive
I believe in it and that's why I live
Not a regular at any place on weekends
I like weekdays, what the hell do you want me to do
Take pills, snort cocaine
Or fuck a horny girl who doesn't even know why the heat dominates her
It's not my style, it's not my style, it's not my style
Damn, I'm as scratched as a record
If you see that I talk too much, give me a pinch
Or pass me that red apple so I can take a bite
What's up? Is God going to kick me out of paradise?
I have paradise in my apartment and only my grandma can kick me out
If one day I shit on myself, tell me who will come to clean me up
Or promise to love me until death comes to take me
In Seville, I don't give a damn about a cop and in France a Gendarme

I know no one can tie me down
That's why I'll fly before I disarm
And I kiss myself in the mirror because I want to wish myself luck
Every morning I wake up and think
How am I so intense
How to capture my life on sheets and not on canvases
And I thank I don't know what if Lorenzo comes out
Dogs also like sweets, not just kibble
That's why I think and think
That's why I move forward dodging
That's why I write, I write
That's why I'm known
That's why I'm a lucky bastard
That's why I don't stay at home every day and go out to see you
That's why I do what I do
Whatever I want, I'll pee in your sink
I work hard leaving my bones
I love smoking when I poop
And all those hidden pleasures
Sometimes I don't like being who I am, I slip through the bulk
But I always come out on top like good shit

[Zenit]
Tell us what you think you are, challenge us there's no way
Zenit, Chojin, Zatu see, work elbow to elbow
Watch what you're doing or you'll sink in the mud
Idiot your face and idiot your nickname