La Fecha

The prophecy starts from the day I was born,
Frank's already dead, he didn’t get to be reborn in me.
Thanks to life for giving me so much,
I’m grateful for every moment,
Though I lament the misfortune of the innocent
Who pay the price in this unfair world,
In this jungle where it’s a constant struggle,
For better or worse.
From the beginning to the end of the story,
An ending I’ll never see in my journey,
It’ll be terrifying, it’ll be horrifying,
But at the same time, it’ll be morbid.
So many years, so many decades,
So many centuries, so many chronicles.
I come like an architectural nuclear weapon,
The black folks in this world don’t need gunpowder,
Just rage;
I’ve gone through many screens, wasting attitude
Wherever I go.

It’s the date, it’s the date, xtttttt, xxxxttttt it’s the date (x2)

My mouth spits pure expression,
Like a spray can in the hands of a writer,
I come from a fighting race that broke its chains
To keep being the reason for life.
Poor but humble, say what you want,
And with my head held high, here I am.
I can take down anything that stands in my way,
I kill for my people, my family, and my great friends...
Love and hate, and every crazy person has their theme,
Mine is to take down all the bullshit.
My aura tells you, don’t try to fuck with me,
I could gain absolute power and all your crew would be like,
You know, crazy, raw style, raw style...

I’m on this planet fulfilling my mission,
Making pure hip-hop, yeah, what you hear, damn,
That’s why my mom gave birth to me,
Even though she wanted a career for me, yeah,
It was the streets where I really ran,
What can we do, life is like that.
I could be the queen of this empire,
But no, this empire already has its owner,
It’s called money,
Doesn’t even have feet or head,
On top of that, it doesn’t feel or think about anything or anyone,
No matter who it affects,
You think money is held by those who deserve it.
Dreams and illusions that in the end amount to nothing,
After death.
So what the hell is the point of sacrificing then?
I know perfectly well it’s hunger or luxury,
I’m going all in, I’m pushing,
I’ll keep doing my work,...
Rhyme and rhyme, nonstop...
Raw style, raw style, rough style,
I come in with the same killer style of rhythms,
Heavier than Metallica,
With more roots than botany,
My technique floats, my tactic explodes,
Getting you in the zone,
A Toyota like Celica, angelic,
Queen of the mic in Spain,
Giving you heat and I,
With the king of rhyme in Spanish,
Meswy is lurking,
Son of a bitch,
The date.