Artes Verbales

With this recipe, this goes with a portion for two
This counts for sure and never promised
I decided to speak, this made many people uncomfortable
As a master without luxuries or comfort

With formidable, with strength desire for new free wills
I laugh because I have rap committed
I put a ninja in your spaces
And I don't care if you don't understand

The rhymes are offered to me giving their cinnamon twists
They long for the flute that follows the guidelines of this tamer
I adorn these arts with sweat, with modesty
He was able to order this without a computer

I miss that mind that gave me so much advice
Those who do things with their hands and erase with their elbows are screwed
Oh, how gifted this pair of langaruts are
I assimilate it live, I think, then I cram it into you

Utopia has the AZ to work with
Bringing the ego down to earth keeps it at bay
Be careful, they are jealous, they spend their time rhyming to the tune of nothing
Nothing else, we keep fighting

I'm going along the ancestral paths
Give them just one guy and they'll be the most verbal guys
And they come out with this proverb of the native
To such an extent that Alcolirykoz locked up, is never to be trusted

I sharpen every word in this asylum
Even if others think that without training they will have style
I exercise, I have an army of writings
Let's see if you, without attitude, can beat me in terms of beauty

Sorry, I don't compete in a league
Where everything I say has already been said, I do not imitate
I keep it like the LP
Others are often more fake than the scratch on a CD turntable

What happens is that they lose faith
They give concerts for non-profit purposes, but it is with a certain interest
My rap in intimacy intimidates
With samples, snares and bass drums I am Rafael Pombo suicide version

This is kamikaze poetry
That makes life pass a thousand miles down the avenue
And I don't even know how to put on a tie
But when it comes to rap, the story is different

Rub the bottle and this genie escapes
He is able to fill the cup with letters
I transmit to the public what I feel
Rather than being a cynic, I'd rather be dead

It's that these Indians do not want a chief
I almost had to break my neck defending my desk
Pupi, I had to show you your limits as an interpreter
This is heavy weights breaking MP3, see?

Choirs are expensive for you
Don't be afraid, you haven't invested anything yet
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 micr-(No)?
Sim Sala Bim is not worth it, nor is your James Bond face
While you talk about leaving, we already split you in two

Two who ruin your plan we are the Big Band
Carlos, Tavo and Juan are in charge here
You are not a sultan, that's why they insult you
Aim for the Boom Bap, potato, yuca and bread

They have more mouth than vocation
And your beat as a bitch is easy, this is the Rubik's Cube
Add syllables if you're going to blame her
With your ephemeral music or your lack of skill, now!

Since yours is boring, get out of the way
I decided to be me, can you guess? No
Do you bill me? No, do you support me? No
And you sing? Less. Well, sorry

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