El Despilfarro

[Gambeta]
Do not confuse me, the term splendid server is to be free or me
Without a penny, I develop the sense of a writer
Elevated by the modesty that has been my tutor
Well deserved, I have the title of ventriloquist archaeologist
Of the puppet that out of fear never speaks from the deepest
I unearth my writings and this is the entourage
Of the one who never took off his monk's tunic to pretend to the anonymous public
For those who only see with their eyes and do not
Know that beyond the packaging is the content
I sustain myself
Subject to rap, I balance
It's obvious I break the glass schemes
Nothing stopped me
I try, I am suicidal, the siege
Of the one who envies and deep down cries for help
Seeing the burial in this cemetery
We are sedentary living beings but with objective criteria
Overcome the tedium like the one who gave you this episode
Do not believe in the media if they are not complete, everything is laughable
Welcome to the squandering, fruit of my confinement
I bid farewell voluntarily, I write my gospel
Apostle of rap, I bet that already
There are thousands of Judas ready to give everything for coins
And in the end
There will be those who will be crucified, everything repeats itself, remove
That does not allow me to even have it by my side

[Kastro]
I carry this long body and travel like an old vagabond
I also have and make this a guilt I investigate
Of how in this lake
Of envy I drown
Because I grab everything I take in my own way later
Microphone on my back, I oxygenate my tone, I arrive
Without cursing because there are no iron bars
I am an MC because of this confinement
Now if I am before such a siege I continue serious, a donor before free will
And describe the parallel where what they call evolution
I still do not smell, they don't care a damn
They made satire a nonsense, they did it
They put everyone in the form of what is real underground
Where many rose and did not see the throne, fame because they gave up
They are altruistic with themselves among so many
The power of squandering has always been a target
For what rare words if they do not repair the false face
That others can already sell hip hop
And I say I give more, nothing more for I
To save the country, their lyrics no
Much evil better
I catch stiff verses of what few forget
They are the facts, I cannot find them and the chickens are intimidated
I write in squares, few for the lesson juuuu
Paranormal to show them die like a mummy

I who have nothing
Without jewels or fortunes, I am rich when the boom bap sounds!
I only have rhymes and songs that add to the chorus of the ruins of rap!