Por Los Barrios Más Bajos

Learn from rap even if it doesn't sell
Feel the music so you can understand me
If I advise you to take off the blindfold
Always fighting in the struggle

I want my rhythm to move through the lowest neighborhoods (low)
Of this city and I don’t want this to stop
Let it sound and keep it real

Enough of denying ourselves, you’re falling behind
My rhythm sounds here and there
We made it from your pure blah blah

Talking too much, where's the humility? I'm just chillin'
If my homie gives me the chance to keep doing hip hop and singing pretty

For a long time, I held back until one day I got brave, hit the street
And I rhymed on the street, I rhymed
Wou wou wou wou wou wou, it happened, it happened
It happened, the maminimini

Learn from rap even if it doesn't sell
Feel the music so you can understand me
If I advise you to take off the blindfold
Always fighting in the struggle

I want my rhythm to move through the lowest neighborhoods (low)
Of this city and I don’t want this to stop
Let it sound and keep it real

For 13 years this rhythm has been sounding in your area
Hard and tough, and it’s not going away, a lot of bad people getting involved
Many want reality but I don’t give a damn anymore
I keep making rap even if it doesn’t play on the radio

I want my rhythm to move through the lowest neighborhoods (low)
Of this city and I don’t want this to stop
Let it sound and keep it real

Elegant art, the sound I hear, we talk little and say a lot
Elegant art, the sound I hear, that I hear, that I hear