La misión

Chorus: Arma Blanca & Nach Scratch] (X2)
I am like this, born to be an MC,
I chose it, no one did it for me,
I decided what I wanted it to be,
my life boy yours depends only on you.
only on you

[Verse 1: Madnass]
Born on May 13th with a desire to mess up the world,
they said he was the son of God and the Devil united in one,
he brought with him his forbidden gospel, his commandment,
to spread the 4 elements with a nocturnal regiment,
that makes its way through blocks of concrete and cement,
writing their names with an outline,
and with rap looking for a way to elevate us:
it's your turn, to conquer a throne,
for your life to revolve around a microphone.
Oh well, each song is a new return, of the
emcees,
who deserve to rock this MIC, to make their rap,
bring us violins, pianos in our hands,
and hard bass with which his flow fit, among
boxes,
with which he formed his army, ally of the kicks,
and snares exercised, his main weapon, his mind,
to break the calm, at the bottom of a chasm like
Osama,
launching planes to your walkman, today who plots an
ambush,
against which his verse spills, among platforms, so
that
you have dramas,
why talk about someone who doesn't give more,
they already have enough with their traumas, like
monkeys,
trying to climb towards, the top of the branches and
with
rhymes his doctrine,
contaminates, leaving minds in ruins, while the mine,
of his pencil ends, dodging mines, that left
victims,
among cocaine, they lacked discipline, who today
walk,
to the opposite that now sounds, in his turntable, the
future
approaches,
it will not be that focus that illuminates you, this
storm
does not calm down,
because it got trapped between hills, it's Lom-C and
Madnass,
when the mic unsheathes, and Chimo dominates the
Technics,
they motivate you, attack you on every corner, also
shared with... "eh eh, what's up man"
in this attack since the mission is to empty the
mine,
load your parrot with alkaline batteries (how?) and
once again rewind.

[Chorus: Arma Blanca & Nach Scratch] (x2)
I am like this, born to be an MC,
I chose it, no one did it for me,
I decided what I wanted it to be,
my life boy yours depends only on you.
only on you

[Verse 2: Lom-C]
That I'm not going stumbling, hiding in corners,
I respond to your actions, far from using cannons,
it's different this time, I speak in his memory,
and in that of the immense minority, it's my story,
they are things that end, before they begin,
they are pieces that don't fit, I came to pray on a
box,
tell Zar that I came to give what I always gave,
like so long ago, like so many people did,
it's intelligent rap, to bury my hatred,
only Hip-Hop, urgent letters filling another sheet,
looking for greatness among small things,
looking inside a tear waiting to see what it
teaches,
today the signal is my password, I only come to seal,
the link, here is the password,
this is my star and I observe from afar,
walking carefully, I go with old memories,
imagine a city there lost in another time,
in a dimension different from the one I frequent,
tell me if you're in, that I came to take stock,
talk about Hip-Hop from the beginning in my story,
I talk about years ago, when everything was strange,
when to escape deception I composed my dreams,
to extinguish my insignificant childhood damages,
far from customs and distant peaks,
among faithful companions I was just another
passenger,
another link in a chain of different aroma,
they sought crowns, little by little the course
changed,
the world changed? No! Only their affairs changed,
and condemned to sail between two seas, two,
between two cities, two, between two stories,
two places, I gave my life there, I put it on that
paper,
and so a relentless struggle is fought within my
cell.

[Chorus: Arma Blanca & Nach Scratch] (x2)
I am like this, born to be an MC,
I chose it, no one did it for me,
I decided what I wanted it to be,
my life boy yours depends only on you.
only on you

[Verse 3: Dash]
There at the end of '78 I saw the light for the first
time,
few imagined that I came to fulfill a mission,
something simple with dialectic, offer a vision,
of everything that sons of bitches did with
distortion,
I grew up, and in my behavior there was never any
torsion,
I was rigid, and in me Hip-Hop was essential,
like a certain tasteless liquid, thanks to it I could
see
everything clearly,
and I met the microphone, with which since then I
have lived,
sharing a perfect symbiosis, that's how my life
began,
what others call psychosis today,
overcoming all shame,
like the diaeresis, the day will come when there will
be no more parentheses,
for now I'm for Nazis, what for buildings is
luminosis,
I show your children what catechesis did not,
the one who puts all his emphasis on screwing cops,
wrapping his rhymes in good hash smoke,
making remote hypotheses, solid theses, I'm pure
ecstasy,
too dangerous in any dose,
my story is a feature film based on reality,
my rap its synopsis, the one that speaks of me and
when
I found myself trapped,
in an involuntary state of hypnosis,
swimming in shit, like a fish in the Thames,
but if self-esteem had been money, my name would be
Onasis,
since only thanks to it I overcame my crisis
and embarked on the path to my metamorphosis,
leaving aside MCs with cerebral paralysis,
creating an oasis in the middle of the apocalypse,
since my genesis as a B.Boy, that's how I reached my
apotheosis,
and suffered my catharsis, created my own guidelines,
I wrote lyrics with blood from wounds that are now
scars,
those that make this boy sense what he says,
born to be an MC, in my language I developed my
biceps.

[Chorus: Arma Blanca & Nach Scratch] (x2)
I am like this, born to be an MC,
I chose it, no one did it for me,
I decided what I wanted it to be,
my life boy yours depends only on you.
only on you

[Verse 4: Nach Scratch]
There are a lot of sons of bitches out there, but I'm
not one of them,
I only know how to throw lightning bolts, leave a mark,
move necks,
a mission that began with a clear decision,
and today there are 5 who come, with precision,
of those who know, who don't know how to fail,
of those who don't know how to be silent, of those who
don't know how to wear a collar,
I shine again, arrive and show audacity,
while clumsy ones who want to succeed, pull from
Pharmacy,
I met rhyme, it was love at first sound,
I was born to be an MC and so I directed my life,
those rap kids in neighbors' eardrums,
later teenage dogs marking their scent on your
corner,
men looking to save the Soldier Rhyme,
Spain, Latin America, and the world behind my curtain,
what do you think? Do you dare? Only my potions,
will dry your tears, Arma Blanca, in your face like Tim
Duncan,
the bank wins, while B.Boys in the stands jump,
many try, but can't stand, they face,
burst, stand, know they can't reach us,
I want my rhymes to grow, to remain,
I want my voice to be like your light when it
darkens,
I want them to understand once and for all,
that a rap that is not in fashion, will never go out of
fashion,
is to win on stages, not by email or in a chat,
why rap? Tell me, why rap? Lom-C, Dass,
Madnass,
the Knight of the Mixing Table, and there will be no
souls,
that bring relaxation, against this anthrax, follow
the
beat,
and feel the power of an art with which I'm going to
touch you,
to conquer you, to talk to you and deliver the best
part,
of me, to undress myself and undress you as well,
to all my homies, I did it, although many are still
for me,
like a white and a blue-red, a Yankee and an Iraqi,
I appeared, I won, like Mohammed Ali,
in an eternal reflection although I'm not Talib Kweli,
I'm happy here, happy like this, always different,
I only paint by instinct, lost in the labyrinth,
but I have character to spare, I have a microphone and
issues to resolve,
and not even Mr. Revolver will stop me, I come
prepared to win,
to do and undo, to make the big blow and then
disappear,
to recognize that among my straw you will not find the
needle,
what can you do if a crater has opened in your city?
Every word I write causes spasms,
each verse crosses the cosmos much better than an
orgasm,
I don't come alone, today I'm accompanied by a flow
of gold,
buddies who go down to the Moor and friends who are
on the lookout,
in rap heads will roll and this is not Sleepy Hollow,
I just place it and polish you, fools, you're just
pins,
in the face of my imminent strike, right, you just put
on the mic,
and do what you must like spike, ayyy, I leave it to
you,
dumbass,
don't make rap your profession, that's my advice,
you'll be like a rabbit hunted by a lion, you'll be
like a
pawn,
at the service of an industry without passion, without
compassion,
labels that claim to be serious dream of creating
empires,
and lack criteria to adapt their means,
Hip-Hop doesn't want Burger King marketing,
Hip-Hop wants agile duels of styles in a ring,
Hip-Hop only wants duels on endless floors,
painted facades, decorating your garden city,
and that Hip-Hop I come to save, open the doors,
of your heart wide open and let me in,
regardless of everything the show must go on,
despite not advancing, not finding someone to love,
despite the beatings, the shattered dreams,
stepping on quicksand, despite you,
when you criticize me, my mission, against which you
compete,
my mission, to go from huts to elites,
to reach where you are and finally make you need me.