Artes Verbales

With this recipe, this one's for a party of two
This is a sure thing and never promised
I felt like talking, many were uncomfortable with this
How I dominate without luxuries, nor comfort
With strength, with fortitude, a desire for new adventures

Dude, because I have rap committed
I've inserted a ninja in your spaces
And I don't care if you don't understand
The rhymes come to me spinning around
They long for the flute that follows the tamer's guidelines
I adorn these arts with sweat, with modesty
I could organize this without a computer

I long for that mind that gave me so much advice
Those who work with their hands, erase with their elbows are screwed
Oh, talented, this pair of long-winded ones
Live, I assimilate it, I think, then I shove it down your throat
The AZ have a utopia to work
Lower the ego to the ground, they keep it in check

Watch out, they're jealous, they spend their time rhyming to the sound of nothing
Nothing else, we keep struggling
I'm giving gifts along ancestral paths
Give them just a little and they'll be the most verbal
And they come out with this native saying
To the point that Alcoliryko locked up, is never to be trusted

I sharpen every word in this asylum
So others think that they'll have style without training
I arm myself, I have an army of writings
Let's see if you, without attitude, can beat me in beauty
I'm sorry, I don't compete in a league
Where everything I say has already been said, I don't imitate

I remain like the LP
Others tend to be more fake than the scratch of a CD turntable
What happens is that they lose faith
Without profit, they give concerts, but with a certain interest
My rap intimidates in privacy
With samples, boxes, and drums, I'm Rafael Pombo's suicidal version

This is kamikaze poetry
That makes life pass by at a thousand kilometers per hour
And I don't even know how to tie a tie
But when it comes to rap, it's a different story
Rub the bottle and this genius escapes
Capable of overflowing the cup with just letters

I transmit to the public what I feel
Before being a cynic, I'd rather be dead
These Indians don't want a chief
I almost had to break my neck to defend my desk
I had to show you your limits as an interpreter
This is heavy weights breaking MP3, see?

[Chorus: Gambeta & Kaztro]
Choruses are expensive for you
Don't hesitate, you haven't invested anything, man
Your ship is lost without my lighthouse
A shot in the ear and in the name of the father, amen

You're not an MC, look who is
Do you know what to do with that microphone? (No)
Sim Sala Bim is worthless, nor your James Bond face
While you talk about leaving, we've already split you in two
Two who ruin your plan, we are the Big Band
Here Carlos, Tavo, and Juan are in charge
You're not a sultan, that's why they insult you
Aim for the Boom Bap, dad, yuca, and bread

They have more mouth than vocation
And your beat is as easy as a dog, this is the Rubik's Cube
Add more syllables if you're going to criticize
With your ephemeral music or your lack of skill, enough!
Since you're fed up, get out of the way
I felt like being myself, can you guess? No
Do you invoice me? No, do you support me? No
And you sing? Even less. Well, sorry

One, two, three, one, two, three
It's for me, for me, I am my manager
One, two, three, one, two, three
You don't like it? I do, so what?
One, two, three, one, two, three
It's for me, for me, I am my manager
One, two, three, one, two, three
You don't like it? I do, so what?