Elissir

Chin-chin-chin-chin
Afro
Yeah

Hip-hop is the movement that represents me
He was born in New York around the seventies.
Consequence of crappy racism
Serving as an expression for minorities
What am I trying to ride the wave (what?)
I'd rather shoot myself with a gun
Before belonging to his jalabola circus
And having to ask permission to play a song

Now everybody wanna be famous
Until a label arrived and they broke their anus
Mine is on the street, not on Twitter or Facebook
Big boss like Raymond, always Swift like Taylor
I'm Thanos in my kingdom, Rodney Mullen on a skateboard
You are whiskey, I am an elixir like Blue Label
I defend the mine with rhymes which garimpeiro
Because when I die that will be the only thing everlasting
I have them in the palm of my hand like Play-Doh
I sow poison in the verb like a crowdeer
How cute, they thought I was competing
And I was only using 22%
I feel like the time has finally come
That Latin rap shines solidly in the firmament
Sonamo' on your favorite artist's playlist
But they don't go down to the little town because they miss the story
The industry ignores that this fashion has a niche
They suck it because they think mine is a whim
Yes, I'm sorry, Chente, sorry for what I said
And tell Nico Canada that the bug can suck me
I don't understand, if according to you I'm lying
What's all the fuss about me?
I watch them while they are having fun with my member
Feeling like they're hurting me and I'm here laughing

Playing Nintendo, eating teriyaki chicken
Looking at how they are giving me so much free promotion
Neither you nor your colleagues would have enough pencil
To write a song that piques me, they're out of the ranking (they're out of the ranking)
Next generations enter
And even so we will remain 'in force' for the transcendent
Their artificially intelligent pods
They will never be able to stop the sea of omnipotent rap
Now there are outsiders searching my file
Could it be that they have a small, complete lieutenant?
It's so stingy than an independent artist
I passed the dick on their best client's face

Totally, nobody wants art anymore, only controversy
Money pushes me, but I move by inertia
None is in poetry, nor in romance, nor in experience
The whole world is in joseo, doing its diligence
When we started we just wanted to rhyme
Experiences, thoughts, what we wanted to tell
It is performed over an instrumental
And it has no parameters or rules, just being original (yeah)
The way you arrange the words
The ingenuity of rhymes, the message of the speaker
Even the tone of voice with which the song begins'
It's what will make you different from a standard rapper

As the years go by, the rhythms vary
But it hurts whoever it hurts, it's still hip-hop
Sometimes the theme is social, sometimes it is recreational.
The most important thing in the end is that it becomes an anthem
Here are some short rap classes, ha
For the supposed number one at the top
I master all the styles 'in truth'
Well I'm the heaviest fat man in rap, your hip-hop teacher
Graduated with honor and with merit
With a postgraduate degree in Chile and another in Mexico
So squirt 'e gross', got it?
This is what you have to have to be a rapper