#CYPHER VOL.2 (feat. Cerounno, Homer El Mero Mero, IL Tano, MPDhela, Soui Uno, T&K y Troubless)

Eh-yaoh
A-C-R-U Roman's in the house
What's up, man?
This is Cypher Volume 2
Soui Uno's in the house, Cerounno's in the house
My brother Tano from LATRIPE's in the house, T&K's in the house
It's Troubless in the house, what's up Homer?

I'm celebrating 'cause the goods made it to the spot
Tonight I won't sleep even if the wine runs out
A Bolivian drops it off and a guy from Corrientes takes it
And I step in between their two paths

I'm the blade that never lost its edge
By air it reaches Aeroparque and by land I pick it up
All my crew knows I never back down
Quality's a priority for people like me

Recognized everywhere for my skill
A rapper who hit the stage with authority
More bars than a maximum-security prison
My pages pay for my sweet bread every Christmas

I keep a piece under my socks
When winter hits, just in case evil comes near
I always ask the Holy Virgin for my buying and selling goods
So much time chasing the white stuff, bad life, loose traps

The night keeps enchanting me with its beauty
Your gaze tells me the game is just starting
I always laid my cards on the table
With some players who helped grow the business

Smoking my own stash, resin on my fingertips
Paying my own sentence with drugs in my veins
Kid, don’t think making money will take away your pain
And enjoy this with a blunt under the full moon

Blood, sweat, and tears, the screen or the pages
Fire, grass, potions, and machines, hoods, caps, and cans
Everyone's out to leave their mark
The world is yours, one said, there are some strange things

In the city of crime, by the grace of God
Like death, there’s no two, I used my voice as a sword
We came to break the beatbox, now the blocks hear us
I'm a rap addict, electroshock therapy

I can't escape anymore, I'm all in on this shit
When we grab the mic, those hands go up
I gave love to this movement, it gave me back a family
Where words leave marks, thoughts come to life

Sometimes they come for me, anxiety and insomnia
When dawn falls, I find myself among the beats
When you grow up with nothing, you don’t settle for little
When the sun rises in the morning, everything renews

Ideas rain in my room like bullets in the hood
On those nights where it starts but the chaos doesn’t end
From bus to bus, building my destiny through Rosario
A heavy dose to cure your fright

I found a 90s beat to tell you about it
Stellar sensations written from above
Discomforts that went away, I had to resolve something
I keep growing inside and learning with every step

There’s no more gap, I leveled the ground
Everything that hurts, I drain it
I walked in expecting nothing and felt like I touched the sky
I’m what formed by mixing antidote and poison

I can be your worst problem and solve it if I want
There are looks that don’t fit me, don’t step in my block
If you’re the type to talk behind backs and throw shade
I represent a circuit and a sincere verdict
So don’t expect me to understand those who move just for money

I sense and read betrayals, the wall whispers
I don’t mess with other people's drama, let each one handle their own
Today they flee with a noose around their necks and silence what they fight
Here’s music that saves when you let it influence you

I greet a lot of people but only open up to a few
Whoever read my eyes will be the next to know if I fail
I’m transparent like water on flat ground
And when you go deeper, you discover what I battle

Parts of me want to mess with fools, clip their wings
Shoot my palate, ruin it, and silence the plague
Here I use the pen without pay, respect this lady
Hit me up to work, not to get in your bed

With A-C-R-U, Lonzo Ball and Coby White on the Bulls
Know my role, WC the 93'
In the renders, I’ll defend my honor on Fender's
Remember, I play chess in the agenda

For me, the Rela is my Newell's, TWA for Howard Hughes
How are you? I’m like Red Light Boogie
Halos in a plugin, or I cut everything and put Thuggin', also Ballin'
Good night, always a rap overflow

Underrated, I got my facts, the game changers
With my language, deny it and divide like Greenwich
I plan to be in Long Beach, arrivederci
UZL with my hands, I-L-L like Tano
The Hispanic rap scene knows I arrived early

Appetizers from Milan and sweet genetics
Gemini, Sui Generis, skillzy letterings
Beautiful game, Thierry Henry, heavyweights
I stay motivated, they know anyway, anyway
For the level and for the under, still hungry
I open the Ambers, in front of the Andes and the numbers come

It doesn’t matter how I got it
To fulfill it, I must conceive it
Don’t bother with following or possessing it
They’re chasing me from behind, my legs can’t keep up
Fireflies light my path with their lanterns

This is making me sick, they’ll even admit me
I’ll make you dance with raps, break it at your waist
I visualize where I step with my inner light
They don’t wake their conscience even with your siren

At this point, it’s sad, they end up stuck to the fridge
With the insignia in the cupboard
My intact codes are the same as the school’s
The story about Pela’s rhythms is comical

Baby, hit it hard
What happened that today everyone’s throwing weak punches?
They say they’ve always been witnesses to all your steps
From the start, I advance, if I cross them, I clean the quartz

Now the municipality backs me, I tear the place apart
I shake off all this shit, maybe I downplay it
First, they start the circus and then kiss my ass
It pisses me off, I make happy those who discover me

When inspiration fades, I try to get you to regulate
After a victory, there’s an insignia
Give your best even if you don’t understand the message
I don’t buy the medallion because they don’t sponsor me

If you’re Raekwon, I’m the investor in the kitchen
And unexpectedly, I enter the spiciest circle in Argentina
To talk to you from my memory and not in fake stories
Each one drops a fact, at this table, we conspire
I’m repeating the dish and you’re blowing on the food

I’d rather be at peace than giving a jackal a rematch
I swear the one who gets hooked loses and ends up looking bad
I suffer the lack like everyone, but I still hold it down
And even if luck costs me, I carry an arsenal (carry an arsenal)

Like it or not, good or bad
You have to take responsibility for the mistakes you have to pay
Luckily, I have a debt with myself and it’s to heal
Before running, learn to walk

Because knowing gallops take you further
Of course, not losing essence means hate doesn’t grow
I’m not a wise man, but I know I bring a bit of flavor
To spice up this episode, a hell of a monopoly

I know making a bit of cash is my business
So I put on my jacket, dude, easy pickings
I bring relief, like eye drops
I know wanting to eat the world is a fleeting delusion for some

But no, I assure you it’s not
In fact, I’m so convinced that I feel utopian
Tell me, how sure are you of yourself?
Especially in moments when everything is an abyss, right?

Here’s the key, work hard, extra hours
And show your worth when the light goes out
Better to keep your feet on the ground when you get stuck
I send it soft since I have my own key

We negotiate the plate in the accent of the leaders
That we became music for puppet elevator rides
Blisters of interest, budgeting the weekend of the month
Or low key rap with pure slang from the English flag

Codes and codes, they’ve turned into machines
I bought the house by manicuring the grammar
Hacking the karmic work
In the script of plastic honor
Since I was 17, I’ve been healing people through the pages

Outside this trade, I’m a man of my word
The rhymes are whims, without ideas backing them
Testimonies are jewels, the curtain falls and applause sounds
You all kill each other for podiums while I water the plants

Today the rope shines, I’m all in black with the crew
In the shadows, I dome dogmas, I maneuver with bamboos
Check my rules, I jumped, The News of a saint
I threw the "no look" and hacked the setup, noob saibot

Smoke from my tires, neon in my yard
The harvest I presume is the fruit of my lips
My pen sinks your skull, they’re underground cars
I walk through Zagala like Lamar through his hood

They Not Like Us, they’re not like us
My team drops flashbacks while yours takes photos
Medals on my neck, they’re another skin I now know
Turning these letters into honey, I carved the faith in your eyes

With postcards of a present and truth in a condenser
The light I conduct orchestrates the loop of the subconscious
From the south to the shore with a hundred pe', that’s where the Acru the game sees was born
I was 17 in that 24/Always.