Mi Religión (feat. Alcolirykoz)

Hip-hop would transmute
To its chosen ones, at a young age
They would be the anointed, on that night
The seduced and influenced ear
That's why the sound, king of their heartbeats
Gathered, congregated
In a cult, a ceremony
Those who have marked in the past
Present and future history
With a long trajectory, nothing transitory
From the old to the new testament, rap preparatory
In the park's pool was the symbolic baptism
From there we came out studying the doctrine
A street catechism
That nowadays kidnaps souls with its rebellion and activism;
And unite in this verse a great duo from the southern planet
That flaps, La Etnnia five, two, seven, and A-Z
Ties, Kany, Kaiser, Kaztro, Fa-Zeta and Gambeta

Caught red-handed, kneeling
Sticking the tape of a borrowed cassette
I don't go to mass or confess
I put my faith in a mixtape, on both sides
I was born for soccer, I put my hand in like Maradona
Notebooks rained down from the sky
I quit to not mess up
If they ask, I hurt my knee writing
We create our own temple
No lies, no hells, and no tithes
I don't turn water into wine
But in my neighborhood, they make cocktails
With alcohol and Frutiño
Since I was a child listening to Onyx with Gamba
All my salary on records
Happy, living in the shack
I was also tempted in the desert
I swear by A-Z, 5-27 commandments

The first initials of these masterful works
Capitals, with their evils and their dense slums
From popular districts of these two great cities
In musical scales that become immortal
These psalms are written as sacred scripture
This mantra fuels and the portal opens
With height and finesse
With sword and armor
Geniuses are not formed without a touch of madness
The ascended masters working like laborers
Like cornerstones, the calculation of engineers
Many are called and very few are confrontational
Another brilliant piece is added to the songbook
This nirvana emanates, full of magic
Chapter 5-27, the secret
From A to Z, powerful the decree
I complete the parable that I now interpret

I, who aspired to nothing
I grew up with partners who aspired to everything
Sitting in an abandoned bus, in bad company
Always playing Russian roulette, rhyming mentally
My friends planned robberies
They crossed themselves before killing
Fear is a believer
I without a scapular or virgin images
Kept praying to rap religiously
I learned not to judge anyone
There are no good or bad here, kid
There are only sufferers
I learned to play without work, a magician
Turning corners with the power of the mind
With Kaztro listening to Onyx
I was Shazam in the 90s
I would tell you the name of the song and the singer
Now I write the new testament
For my dead homies, I will live in rap eternally