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

Minimalist track my rival imitates mixed lyric
Cynic rhythmic mythical view
I saw my graffiti in my empirical city tapan, pure pencil and can
Hard calyx and circular parti-ticle my cure
For me it's hippy happa and I only offer you a pinch
I want to drink from the fountain

Be the manager of a conscious life
The narrator of the story I invented
From the slope this flower has fallen, the hours and months of oblivion pass
As I take care of it, I could see that even the swamp can flourish
According to the shelter that people provide

It's hard to believe to think about jumping then backing away
Yes I know that tomorrow I will 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 heartbeat
When I wake up far from babel

I left my nest a long time ago and I swear to God
That I have not regretted every action that I have committed before
If the rotten helped me grow, for it to inspire it has to hurt
For it to hurt you have to keep in mind that no one is going to be there
To see you that is the luck of the ignorant and now I find myself
Reunited with the passion of a malnourished kid who previously thought
He was lost and with a sound his belly was 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
Save yourself the carelessness

Half a life dedicated to the art of rhyming and avoiding my face
I semi tape threw Dybala's
Neither the American nor the viral one, there was no movie that invaded me
Kelin badass ah
The team is very bad, delivery of a thousand bars
Fertile land in which to nest for the dawn
From my lair to humanity the ability to
Pairing sea and magma, do you ask for more?
There is no sensei who can supply seven Einsteins in punga
Fakes that are hardened, have the germ in front of them
boombap level expert
My rival? Dirty laundry and Sunday angst
Not your music if deep down you suffer the same, fulfill
I wanted rap, you decide for my psyche a toast
Oh, a thousand apologies chinchin

I bring the magic of yupanqui
A k from Atahualpa and I'm calm
Bringing together horneros and franklis
Even I give them an advantage in the ranking, I don't fall for their party
Although more Argentine than Yankee, I'm still the daddy
Oh my neg oh my neg
I bring the great style mommy you know
I will float over this space that my passion is flow rather
Listen buddy don't compare me
Real rappers don't wear muzzles
What can I tell you about this constant sacrifice?
Fulfill the mission even if it is having another job
I find truth in the phrases of those who do not wear costumes
I don't let anything happen to the poetry that comes from me
Because you have to cheer up, crazy we are capable
Luck is for beginners, we are in this ahead
I put on my gloves, I'm going to make my fist impact
When I break the beat into parts I don't see anyone who stands up
Kundo one three, one six, one nine
If I put together this fluidity it is pure haze that moves you
Oh my negge
I am the one who brings it, I am the one who has it
And I am aware that I would not do it without you

Digiti give me the mic
I have infinity in my hand
I am more critical than critical
At the moment I only tell true stories
I'm a preacher I was rescued by hiphop
Dad pays what the soul does not shut up
Dad pays so that the bad goes away
What is the limit, who draws the line?
If you don't understand my fucking flash, flash
Always ready to fall into the loop
Giving Anderson, giving groove
With a flow that smells like snoop
Let's separate fuck your rules
I may not be 2pac but I can give you juice
I go up like smoke from a joint
Cooler than cool for the photo
I totally know that 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 na spit without filter
Among all the noise I distinguish myself, it is not only on Sunday that my team plays
Shut your mouth, I don't talk too much, I learned it as a child
I write classic future hymns, how can I explain?
What, what is the value of this rhyme?
I'm not talking about money, I think about it and it happens so that what I say is fulfilled
I double what they offer
That, they are all judges seeking judgments
They want my freedom the same, that's why I rap if I would have already left
But I'm still on the bus, without waste
Music my job the street who sponsors
I put my neighborhood on the map and the map to talk about the rap that I release under
My tin roof, what is it?
He's going to understand when he steps on my block and gets your shoes dirty
I don't stop on the corner, I don't stop at home either
But Juno every issue, every point in the play and I know
That dad is not mentioned here

These clouds lend themselves to our cloud and mixing company
It's just rap, here the poles oppose each other
And the one who shows off the Rolex broder today you see him running like forest gump
I prefer to be robbed in threes, to sprout clones like Tesla
And before you get angry, remember your teacher in this
They believing themselves to be ogs and me reading borges, they flourish
We have come to germinate, the seed from which gems emerge, let it
And if the tree grows poorly or something twists it, oh, don't try hard
Let the rap straighten it out, I'm the one who exercises it
It has to be woven in peace, ahem, I have references left to generate
And other cuttings, pray I let you in I'm the boss
And that is the central axis

Far away you can find me with introspective lines or some other
Hymn to cancer, cognitive sensors are the stimulus of my art
That draw the smile of a child in the debacle
My phrases are vestiges, beginnings of before
Legacies of predecessors, sculptors of the moment
Second material life I came to purify myself I am your shock therapy
Under rain of blood, the nightmare
Educate the devil so that he listens when he speaks, I brought a crack at the end
Like when an iceberg falls, nice move yoh but it's too late
I live in my curse like someone who is going to be rehabilitated
Boil in my mind, terror in my teeth
I warm up vomiting fever
My texts are the gallery that is visited on Friday
I would give it to you processed, but in these Laos they don't sell chewy bread
Everything changes in the approach you give it
Don't confuse demanding cache with being professional haha
Dig into the touch, look beyond
Maybe infinity also has an end point
That's right