Señor Papel

I will tell you a secret, come closer
We don't read and write poetry because it's pretty
We read and write poetry because we belong to the human race
And the human race is full of passion

Mr. Paper, today I bid you farewell
Every bitter charge that is in charge of hitting me
And that overwhelms me
A feeling that I feel blossoming within me
Just by seeing that loyalty and truth disappear
It seems that we lie just for pleasure
To convince banal beings who cannot see
The cleanest and purest part of the human being
And with power they manipulate you and treat you like a worm
In vain the tyrant puts you on trial
And imposes his rule just to abuse his benefit
I continue my work
With honor and sacrifice
Giving it a precious value as it was from the beginning
In exercise without pause, planted and in the fight
Dedicating each verse to those who understand what they hear
It's not much, the strength of my symphony
But it's mine and that's why I mix love with energy
Day by day I take on the challenge
I travel among the crowd and an avalanche that pulls you like a river
I remain immune always fighting for what's mine
Three countries away from my home influenced by an uncle
This is my rap, it embeds between back and chest
And a lack of money I enjoy it because I like it
I know that the topic, scares many MCs today
And I tell them, who said life is fair

Mr. Paper, today I give you ink and life
And the taste of every wound that motivates contained fury
Flow with a combative soul in every line
Rebellious spaces, mind against surrender
Under this condition, cousin, nothing stops me
I leave everything in this arena, I put my face, only hip hop fulfills me
My cruel sentence, a glimmer of salvation
Attention runners, don't change my position
Don't look for opposition, we're here for anything
This is rap, just rap and as rap is employed for rap
Wherever with pride of my people and my culture
It's my censorship and of this madness that travels
With me always to any part of the map
And today it offers a serenade in front of the Rio de la Plata
It's not about money, partner, that's not what it's about
I came to give it to the business guy, to so many rats in suits
Enough, so much data
False, tasting like tin
Better look this way because here the truth comes out
We have nothing to hide or signatures to convince
It's just being if my reason is to compose
That's why I don't limit myself, I say what I need
Infinite is the respect in every text I recite
I refer to the facts
I imitate the art of hip hop fully like a hero and dictate