#CYPHER VOL.1 (feat. Santoz, Kelo, Kundo, Brapis, Urbanse y Saje)

Minimalist track my rival imitates mixed lyrics
Cynical mythical rhythmic view
I saw my graffiti in my empirical city covered, pure pencil and can
Hard chalice and particle circular my healing
For me it's hippy happy and I only offer you a pinch
I want to drink from the source

To be the manager of a conscious life
The narrator of the story I invent
From this slope this flower has fallen, hours and months of forgetfulness pass
Like a heartbeat I could see, that even the swamp can bloom
According to the shelter that people provide

It's hard to believe to think about jumping then stepping back
If I know that tomorrow I'll have to return
To the same path that made me stronger
Death is relative if I don't know what it means to be alive
It's not enough to listen to my heartbeats
When I wake up far from Babel

I left my nest a long time ago and I swear to God
That I haven't regretted, every action I've done before
If the rotten helped me grow, for it to inspire it has to hurt
For it to hurt you have to bear in mind that no one will be there
To see you that's the luck of the indifferent and now I find myself
United with the passion of a malnourished kid who used to think
He was lost and with a sound his belly filled
I don't want to be different nor do I want to be born again
I prefer to leave you all this power so that my mind
Saves itself from neglect

Half a life dedicated to the art of rhyming and avoiding my face
I semi-covered it threw Dybala's
Neither the American nor the viral one, no movie invaded me
Kelin badass ah
The team is heavy bad, delivery of a thousand bars
Fertile land in which to nest I gave birth to the dawn
From my lair to humanity the ability to
Match sea and magma, do you ask for more?
There's no sensei that supplies seven Einsteins in a pickpocket
Fakes that toughen up, they have in front of them the germ in gede
Expert level of boombap
My rival? Dirty laundry and Sunday anguish
Not your music if deep down you suffer the same, mate
I wanted rap, you decide for my psyche a toast
Or a thousand apologies cheers

I bring you the magic of Yupanqui
A k of Atahualpa and I walk calmly
Gathering ovenbirds and franklins
I even give them an advantage in the ranking I don't fall into their party
Although more Argentine than Yankee I'm still the daddy
Oh my neg oh my neg
I bring the style mommy you know
I'll float over this space that my passion is the flow rather
Listen buddy don't compare me
To real rappers you don't muzzle them
What can I tell you about this constant sacrifice?
Fulfill the mission even if it means having another job
I find truth in the phrases of those who don't wear disguises
I don't let anything happen to the poetry that comes from me
Because you have to dare, crazy we are capable
Luck is for beginners we are in this ahead
I put on the gloves I'm going to make my fist hit
When I break the beat into parts I don't see anyone standing
Kundo one three, from one six, one nine
If I put together this fluency it's pure haze that moves you
Oh my negge
I'm the one who brings it, I'm the one who has it
And I'm aware that I wouldn't do it without you

Digiti give me the mic
I have infinity in my hand
I'm more critical than critical
At the moment I only tell true stories
I'm a preacher I was rescued by hip-hop
Dad paya what the soul doesn't silence
Dad paya so that the bad goes away
What's the limit, who draws the line?
If they don't understand my fucking flash, they trip
Always ready to fall into the loop
Giving Anderson, giving groove
With a flow that smells like Snoop
We're apart fuck your rules
I won't be 2pac but I can give you juice
I rise like the smoke of a joint
Cooler than cool for the photo
I know my future is dust
Until then, mom is praying for us (yes, Rosario)

I bring it to you as they don't give it to you in real time
Example of nothing I spit without filter
Among so much noise I stand out, not only on Sundays does my team play
Shut up, I don't talk too much I learned it as a kid
I write future classics anthems how do I explain to you?
That, that all this that I rhyme is worth
I'm not talking about money, I think it and it happens so what I say comes true
I duplicate what they offer
That, they're all judges looking for trials
They want my freedom I want the same, that's why I rap otherwise I would have left already
But I continue on the mic, without waste
Music my trade the street who sponsors
I put my neighborhood on the map and the map to talk about the rap I take out under
My sheet metal roof what's it about?
You'll understand when you step on my block and dirty your sneakers
I don't stop on the corner, nor at home
But Juno every matter, every point in the play and I know
That around here no one points fingers papa

These storm clouds lend themselves to our men's and mix business
It's just rap, here the poles are opposed
And the one who flaunts the Rolex broder today you see him run like Forrest Gump
I prefer to be robbed by three, than to sprout clones like Tesla
And before you get angry, remember your teacher in this
They believe themselves to be ogs and I read Borges, flourish
We have come to germinate, the seed from which the gems emerge, leave it
And if the tree grows wrong or something twists it oh don't make an effort
Let rap straighten it out, I'm the one who exercises it
It has to be woven in peace, um, I have references left to generate
And other cuttings, pray that I let them in I am the boss
And that's the central axis

Away you can find me with introspective lines or some other
Hymn to cancer, cognitive sensors are a stimulus of my art
That draw the smile of a child in the debacle
My phrases are vestiges, principles of before
Legacies of ancestors, sculptors of the moment
Second material life I came to purify myself I am your shock therapy
Under a rain of blood, the nightmare
I educated the devil to listen when he speaks, I brought a crack to the end
Like when an iceberg falls, nice move but it's too late
I live in my curse like someone going to rehab
Boiling in my mind, terror in my teeth
I warm up vomiting fever
My texts are the gallery that is visited on Fridays
I would give it to you processed, but in these parts they don't sell chewed bread
Everything changes according to the focus you give it
Don't confuse demanding cache with being professional haha
Dig in the touch look beyond
Perhaps infinity also has a final point
Thats right