Román

I'm not up for rapper duels, I play my part
Which breaks in my need and what goes to my mother
I am my father's blind faith
Without intending to offend you, I am synonymous with hunger
Victor Cruz shed light on my art
I returned it to his eyes, years later
Life of rap game, how to explain
I don't know musical notes, time falls what is born in my flesh
I have a compulsive need
To give what the beat asks of me and self-improve
Evolutionary chain of letters extracted from lived sequences
That shape me as someone

I am the result of having shit on the approval of the one next to me
The domination of the verse is in my favor
Who knows me, knows why all this
The text is mud, iodine of the tempo
With slow hearing, the composition for sure
Truths are born in my room
This shit filled my spirit before the plate
My energy is a channel searching, gathering lyrics
I never left, I was just transmuting
You guys bought that flash that I was camouflaging
And of course, I want to be one with the beat, A.C.R.U is Agustin
Making smoke for your team

The closest thing you know, sacrifice
Was to stop being you, matters of principle
It's not a beef, (no, no) don't feel attracted
I don't give bars to those who don't give me a chance
Real or not real, I'm in mine
I started a skills SME, I have bars as you ask
I'm a bartender, those who live it will understand
For that crew of cats today a splash of cold water
Overtime, that's the trick
I play breaks in which I hum flows that I later spit out
Slap in the face, you son of a bitch

The one who criticized me yesterday, today faces me
These texts I offer you are our war arsenal
That arise from hard work under electric state
Rhythmic beat we are pure merit
Those above already know my purpose, on purpose
I use the floor beat for this sonic impulse
In my condition as an alcoholic
Who paid for this round, basis of these lyrics
Our goals are achieved, it's not metaphorical
I get euphoric
The energy that guides me, source for skeptics
My exotic verse, I was born at home
Highlights the lack, sets the standard that there are no technical defects
Now it turns out they always had faith in me?
Or did this willpower change their prognosis

Skills, skills come to me, the criminal mind
Squeeze the pen, like a dose of hash narrowing your senses to me
The criminal mind, write it down
Skills, skills come to me, the criminal mind
Squeeze the pen, like a dose of hash narrowing your senses to me
The criminal mind

Depending on the day I write with Xavi's wall
In one go like Flaco Schiavi
It costs me double, I don't look for the easy
It seems like the ouija is dancing the pencil
I don't get frustrated anymore, I look for it and that's it
I'm at that point, in the right and what I think I need
I give up if I'm not comfortable
I aim for a tutorial

I won't stop until I unlock a new trick
Flowers in a joint, chrome on the radio
I nail them from the corner, brother, it wasn't momentary
I got together with the sound, they're like goals from the corner
I leave truths, you
Things clear, no skrr or dab
We give a clinic of skills and cable
As the rhythm protects me
So atypical that face, you lost dignity my brother
That this duo is not common
The partner providing loops, I texts of light
Writing with hunger led me to earn my bread
With the cheeky attitude of chipping it in a penalty
On days like today I want to win a World Cup
Olympic goals, young Roman