Orígenes Vivos (feat. Gera MX)

I keep my life with rap
I keep rap with, with life
We're savoring victory
Making history
I

I throw to the ground what's left of the touch
For those who fell in the block
Those who lost focus
Some buried, others locked up in the pen

Don't get it wrong, don't go crazy
Here we scare the kids like the ice cream truck
Yes, in my hood, culture is strict
They don't ask your name, but how you paint

I live hip-hop, rap is my life
But it doesn't give you a dime or pay for food
No matter what they say, I took the books out of the backpack
I packed clothes and went on tour with tequila

Today I'm on the bus looking at the length of the line
All tickets sold, it already turned the corner
The wheel has turned and now luck is on my side
I told you I wasn't lying, that day would come, yeah

And those who say they want to catch me
First they have to come to my street and that's not gonna happen
Because I have sentinels on the block
Who teach you the rules and measure you with the square

Here the rats steal in the traffic
And plaza battles are drug wars
Now you see why they don't understand my raps, how?
If they got to know the street on Google Maps, wax

They fall by the wayside I drive
Success wasn't made for idiots
Here it's twice as hard to get far
Because we live in Mexico, the crab bucket

They didn't help me catch the fish
But they sure want a piece of the pie
You're sad because Mau is no longer underground
And I am because Lateo went to paint with Paus

I keep my life with rap
I keep rap with, with life
I, I, I
Re-re-representing
The rap from the streets of my hood

I keep my life with rap
I keep rap with, with life
I, I
How does it sound, Sonic?
We come from the bottom

I ask the sky to bless my block
I go out blessed, not a bullet touches me
I ask my mother to cover me at night
My race is 4x4, they'll jump whoever they bump into

OK, the plan is clear in my head
Mrs. Teresa, winter smells like sadness
We travel the world to bring bread to the table
Here money doesn't make you happy, but it cures poverty

A decade has passed, I can't explain more
There are types of stars and I'm not fleeting
What else, Mau? I call this effort and destiny
If I started as an opening act with Tanque and Rinox

Today I'm more than proud of the long journey
I'm shining bright, and what can I say? I'll kill you
The crown has an owner, no one will mess with my dream
Because time is not sold by any pawn shop

No matter who tells it, the country exports bars
That's why it doesn't matter if they understand or grasp it
The course in my hood, here it's pure rage and grit
So ask for mezcal at the bar for the celebration

More Mexican than the cactus, eagle eating snake
Here the dead are still alive because of the trackers on the bridge
Some looking for evil, I know the pressure is felt
No one repents, look at the faces of my people

I know well how they treat you when no one knows you

I keep my life with rap
I keep rap with, with life
Yea, yea, yea
Re-re-representing
The rap from the streets of my hood

I keep my life with rap
I keep rap with, with life
I, I
How does it sound?
We come from the bottom

It's Gera MX
DJ Sonic
Mau the Aczino
I, I, I
Playing on the microphone