Rap, Sexo y Saxofón

Hip hop

Rap, you came here without anyone introducing us
And when they didn't give a penny for this to happen
You didn't ask me for any personal references
I just put my life on a sheet of paper so I could interview you
Because if you belong to everyone, in one way you will only be mine
So I recorded my voice to have you at my fingertips
My days are wandering with the secrets of the commune
Those who say how I invest in time and without fortune
By handling your essence I know that many abused your reputation
When the weight falls on me, I know that for others I am nobody
But it's not my fault that you chose me as your translator
Your faithfulness pleases us
Your censorship is broken by a coitus of words
They move their heads and don't even touch you
Erect pencils left satisfied notebooks
When we experience what has not been done with you
My reasons jumped out of your window when others half peeked in
Well this is a romance that evolves
The orgasms that ideas give us are not denied to us
Now this hysterical music speaks for me
There are no such things as blind dates

I offered a drink to this music and woke up on her legs
She always goes with the one who offers her the most, no one rules her
I told her I would abuse her
That he was not the typical fool in love who promised her the Moon and the stars
I didn't bring her flowers or Ferrero Rocher chocolates
I only had a piece of life and what I wrote to him at night
I contracted this terminal disease on the street
For going to bed and getting up every day with rap
Your ears are raped by a sample
Lose your mental virginity before this sound finds you
Inspiration found me taking rhyme to bed
Naked reality gave it to her and now pregnant she claims me
I was always a precocious child, divorced from fame
Who locked himself in his room to masturbate the language
That with rap he sought glory
A prostitute who left us hanging with a girlfriend's pain
Lady poverty enrolled us on the street
The school of pain gave us black and white rap to color it with sweat
They are not love albums, they are bite-sized songs
Torn feelings of a drunk who stripped and was ready

Diva!
The world gave us this corner
Lock yourself in my room
With rap, sex and saxophone
Diva!
An assault of inspiration
He always steals a song from us on the day of creation
Diva!
Let's run this marathon, let's kidnap life in one line
Let's do this for passion
Diva!
In the freedom of your prison
I am a worthy apostle of this religion
[Verse 3: Kaztro]
In this musical oral sex the favorite
The fetishism of samples as an instrument
That penetrate the mind, flagellating the senses
I incite the promiscuity that this music has given birth to us
So your silence puts a limit to this happiness
It pleases us all in the most discreet way
Pleasures emerge from saying who we are
Alcolirykoz-phobia still ejaculating the ecstasy of letters
Cataclysm, analogy, philosophy
What name do I give to this fornication?
The reason for this morbid heart rate
That others fear being faithful and sin because of these naked acts

Fornicación, the MC has sex with words in an orgy of ideas
Rap is the climax of speech
Bombing is an abstract act pursued
Graffiti is an orgasm of the art of perverted writers
DJs stimulate the G-spot of a vinyl
Scratchs ejaculate when the style develops
B-boys defy gravity at every performance
It's not an erotic dance, it's more than just seduction
I was always the shyest in relationships
My friends bragged about having five girlfriends
When I was already sleeping with a hundred songs
This snake does not copy, I am not a stalker
Originality came into my arms of its own free will
[Chorus: Gambeta, Gambeta & Kaztro]
Diva!
The world gave us this corner
Lock yourself in my room
With rap, sex and saxophone
Diva!
An assault of inspiration
He always steals a song from us on the day of creation
Diva!
Let's run this marathon, let's kidnap life in one line
Let's do this for passion
Diva!
In the freedom of your prison
I am a worthy apostle of this religion

Hip hop

Rap, you came here without anyone introducing us
And when they didn't give a penny for this to happen
You didn't ask me for any personal references
I just put my life on a sheet of paper so I could interview you
Because if you belong to everyone, in one way you will only be mine
So I recorded my voice to have you at my fingertips
My days are wandering with the secrets of the commune
Those who say how I invest in time and without fortune
By handling your essence I know that many abused your reputation
When the weight falls on me, I know that for others I am nobody
But it's not my fault that you chose me as your translator
Your faithfulness pleases us
Your censorship is broken by a coitus of words
They move their heads and don't even touch you
Erect pencils left satisfied notebooks
When we experience what has not been done with you
My reasons jumped out of your window when others half peeked in
Well this is a romance that evolves
The orgasms that ideas give us are not denied to us
Now this hysterical music speaks for me
There are no such things as blind dates

I offered a drink to this music and woke up on her legs
She always goes with the one who offers her the most, no one rules her
I told her I would abuse her
That he was not the typical fool in love who promised her the Moon and the stars
I didn't bring her flowers or Ferrero Rocher chocolates
I only had a piece of life and what I wrote to him at night
I contracted this terminal disease on the street
For going to bed and getting up every day with rap
Your ears are raped by a sample
Lose your mental virginity before this sound finds you
Inspiration found me taking rhyme to bed
Naked reality gave it to her and now pregnant she claims me
I was always a precocious child, divorced from fame
Who locked himself in his room to masturbate the language
That with rap he sought glory
A prostitute who left us hanging with a girlfriend's pain
Lady poverty enrolled us on the street
The school of pain gave us black and white rap to color it with sweat
They are not love albums, they are bite-sized songs
Torn feelings of a drunk who stripped and was ready

Diva!
The world gave us this corner
Lock yourself in my room
With rap, sex and saxophone
Diva!
An assault of inspiration
He always steals a song from us on the day of creation
Diva!
Let's run this marathon, let's kidnap life in one line
Let's do this for passion
Diva!
In the freedom of your prison
I am a worthy apostle of this religion

In this musical oral sex the favorite
The fetishism of samples as an instrument
That penetrate the mind, flagellating the senses
I incite the promiscuity that this music has given birth to us
So your silence puts a limit to this happiness
It pleases us all in the most discreet way
Pleasures emerge from saying who we are
Alcolirykoz-phobia still ejaculating the ecstasy of letters
Cataclysm, analogy, philosophy
What name do I give to this fornication?
The reason for this morbid heart rate
That others fear being faithful and sin because of these naked acts

Fornicación, the MC has sex with words in an orgy of ideas
Rap is the climax of speech
Bombing is an abstract act pursued
Graffiti is an orgasm of the art of perverted writers
DJs stimulate the G-spot of a vinyl
Scratchs ejaculate when the style develops
B-boys defy gravity at every performance
It's not an erotic dance, it's more than just seduction
I was always the shyest in relationships
My friends bragged about having five girlfriends
When I was already sleeping with a hundred songs
This snake does not copy, I am not a stalker
Originality came into my arms of its own free will

Diva!
The world gave us this corner
Lock yourself in my room
With rap, sex and saxophone
Diva!
An assault of inspiration