Hijo Mio'

Chorus:
My son, what a world he has to walk through (from the sovereign land I am)
Oh, the embers burn me, I'm not going to kneel down (like a detonated bomb, hey!)

Sunken in the darkness of desolation
Human beings only advance towards their frustration
Pollution first starts in the head
Challenging nature (what's that about?)

Living a shitty life based on the vice of what I accumulate
With no more perspectives than saving our own asses
Doing hard, null, androgynous calculations
To see what's the best way to screw and take advantage of others

It seems scientific, this tragic sound
It responds to any part of the planet or geographical limit
Static paralytics, overdoses of hypnosis, metamorphosis
From a critical state, diuretic, laxative style
Rhyming has taught me to vomit my shit and turn it into art
To tell you from another place
Fellow countryman of the same world when communicating

I'm already building flights.. If they see me trying to enter
With this style rapping, with every step I'm knocking down walls
Taking with me the gift of my words so they stay with you
And with this abracadabra, I enter through your ear
Because rap for this, my friend
Has become the protective guide for those who were lost
Since the moment they were born
It has transcended, survived
And it was growing slowly, I assure you a movement
Now it's increasing, branching out, intensifying
Uniting supportive ties that multiply around the world
Who would have thought it would be like this

In any part of the hemisphere
Human life is rotten, smells like a cemetery
They say there are no options, no alternatives
Let's not be cowards, changing history is a matter
Of collective living wills, not passive lives

In full romance with our sorrows
Let's break the chains, lower the shields
Because in one way or another, they all screw us the same way
Don't be so stubborn, idiot!

Chorus

I come in accelerated, immersed in the beat, nothing stops me
I come in recklessly, whatever happens
Rapping, rhyming, fighting, thinking, kicking, cutting
Putting myself to the test
Trying to step stronger against the ground each time
It's not an excuse, it's not a comfort

My autistic, egocentric point of view
I'm putting down roots in life, not as a tourist, you hear!
Expressive, communicative, living networks
Active, compulsive narrative motivates me

Sir, it's what we are, what we want, and what we do
In different international branches like cadet preachers
Female and male rappers, we carry and bring supreme messages
Attention!

Brothers, end of the sentence, let's break the chains
This extreme situation burns and is a serious problem
Falling into the abyss of individualism
That keeps attacking against ourselves
Right here, too much idiocy
It's time to change the mechanism once and for all

I heard comments that something wants to explode
It's ready, start improvising
The countdown can't be stopped
Because they can destroy us with the attempt

Absolutely denying this new order that seems old
Changing the container of the content is a reflection
Year after year, the world advances but in the opposite direction
Some call it progress, the evident regression

Drastic, common, basic, reality is tragic and pitiful
It's not like gelatin
Soft my rhymes bring you and flow with adrenaline
I say life seems like a fossil
But rapping makes me feel more useful

People bewildered, dismayed by the phenomenon that shakes
All latitudes, altitudes
They ask what is it?
Is it a prophet? No!
It's hip hop surrounding the circumference of the planet

The only brute
To think that to succeed in this world you have to be a son of a bitch
But likewise, your theory is recruited
By observing that destruction is absolute
Lack of input involves me, the soul is amputated, son of a bitch!

Chorus

In this war, the enemy can hardly be distinguished
It's invisible to confuse
Oh earth, give me the truth
Only you can set me free

I hear a moment unraveling, they can't stop me anymore
Oh, like a detonated bomb, I'm about to explode (repeat)