Genios de Las Botellas

It goes like this

Rub the bottle and I appear
My name is I don't care, my last name is whatever they say
And I only play cards with myself
Always looking for the missing one
Sitting at the bar where the living scare
And the wind sings, sorrows collect the rent
Drink up the world in the world where God pays the bill
You may as long as your glass is full of resentment
Calm down, irony is courtesy of the house
Can one be happy with fear of failure?
There are no prosthetics, us MCs swim without arms
Nothing is scarce at the bar of abuse
The sadness of the clown lacks applause
We made use of the self
I confess to myself
Wiser than Confucius and always broke
In this jukebox, old samples are repeated
That tighten the belly of these wandering geniuses
Don't come in if you can't understand why we play
We cheated to lose and thus we won
We don't want to know anything
About pagan triumphs
That only feed the ego of a kleptomaniac
We breathe air from heights from the full ground
Music is my heaven, words are thunder
We go fishing
The rod is our commitment
The line is a microphone
The bait is dreams
Living is the hook
Rap is our boat
Sailing over seas of routine and setting us apart
We row on asphalt rivers
Turbulent we anchor on the lost island of knowledge
Castaways of feeling
Enlightened, we renounce the treasure that turned us into slaves
Today all that's left is to roll the dice and live again
Drink naked from the bottle where I reside
Ray Charles blessed his blindness
(Nisherebia) his madness
And Beethoven his deafness
Barmaid, if you knew
How boring life would be if no one suffered
Our ingenuity breaks boundaries
Bob Marley was wiser than Bush and didn't go to school
I laugh more at the one who teaches than the one who learns
One thinks he knows, the other thinks he understands
Everything ends in a second, and tell me who defends us
From the servitude of the world that sells us
Alcolirykoz with all the audacity of a tenor
We write then vomit in C major

Geniuses who tied their lives to a microphone
Drinking at the bar of the anonymous
Taking sadness to the minimum
And wandering the streets like orphans
If I die, I'll donate my organs to Hip Hop
Intoxicated with rap to the eardrums
Come to the temple of Alcolirykoz, the natives

Geniuses who tied their lives to a microphone
Drinking at the bar of the anonymous
Taking sadness to the minimum
And wandering the streets like orphans
If I die, I'll donate my organs to Hip Hop
Intoxicated with rap to the eardrums
Come to the temple of Alcolirykoz, the natives

In the MC's odyssey through rap
This ferments to come and offer
Cocktail neurons that spill deep and dark fluidity
While time allows and consoles me musically
Ideas without delay
I carry the word as an amulet and feel
That the bottle turns us into commentary
That goes from one side to the other, a dictionary
That rejoices in the corner where doubt vomits meanings
Sell your lie, the truth is uncovered
Take it, deep down you'll read this postscript
To the customer we inform, you're not right
Right became our best customer
The solution
Wanted to get into my problems
Leave me alone
I eat these papers to not sin of being naive, I confirm
I want to know the taste of my writings
With a lyrical alcohol I recite
Always creating problems
Always finding a family, orphans
Pathological union of words that reconcile
For a depressive whisper due to an intellectual drunkenness
The goal
To bare your ears like Van Gogh
To be missionaries quenching a deafening silence
To be devotees of this without atheist pretensions
Realists who are purging speech
Look for the balance of fear that dates
Our essence is to feel and defer
I toast to the disease called rapbar
Or maybe I hit that suffers from alcoholism
Drunken lyrics don't serve as badges
I look at myself enviously, I want to be better than me
Because I'm human too
Who wants to do good and look at those who clash
It's anti-prologue
We don't have to be astrologers to know we're not alone in the universe
And the urge to shout to the winds arises
We are a cataclysm, hurricanes of thoughts
How can they not be confused
When reality has its own interests
How life changes us
By thinking differently
History opens like a notebook
I have as a goal ideas to fertilize
I send everything I have in my word there
Come here so that music attends these births
And what does it matter if bodies stagger
For paying attention to the inattentive
For being the door of calm through which suffering enters
The scare I don't experience, adrenaline
The attention left, importance didn't give it work
I want to be that whole bar
The accomplice of a crisis that originates
Minions who photograph their messages and never revealed their portraits
Which portraits, well these
Stars that fly at the speed of sound
Relaxed song that when you sleep takes you to the world where you'd like to be

Wanting it to resemble yours

You closed your eyes every night to copy that the bottle geniuses could get you drunk

Geniuses who tied their lives to a microphone
Drinking at the bar of the anonymous
Taking sadness to the minimum
And wandering the streets like orphans
If I die, I'll donate my organs to Hip Hop
Intoxicated with rap to the eardrums
Come to the temple of Alcolirykoz, the natives