Cualquier Clase

Yeh, yeh
Two thousand and something
Ey

One-way road, no relative turns
No creative ideas
Just the taste of my sweet sativa
Long live the city, it doesn't sleep, it's active
Illuminated by city lights that dominate it
Long live the root that contaminates you
MDBCrew rap born on the corner
In some vulgar neighborhood of this dirty Argentina
Black to the end, I will continue representing the resin of the city
Come have a picnic in my land and its graffiti
I'm burning 16 candles like Pity did
With the vagatela keeping us, elevating us
And getting high like hippies
What do I know, what do you know
You already see your group only on social media
Sorry sir, don't get upset, it's not that I'm better
But please, there's style, don't deny it
You must study my content a little more
Although I can't find the reason why I'm alive today
My dogs quiet and calm
Observing the panorama without having a reason
You look from the stands, my people are in the moon
Waiting to enter at the wrong time
Give me everything at once
For that respect you don't deserve
And here you have what you wanted to do
Delicate lines you paint that make you shiver
I couldn't understand but I lived it, I would say I'm anyone
But not just anyone lets it go like this

I release my synthesis, I'm synthetic in the tune
Don't see my seat and I write for hundreds of days
I'm sorry if I don't meet what they asked for
But the truth is I die if I don't spit out crap
Why wouldn't I do the shit that gives me pleasure
If I could play with my rhymes until I grow old
I have nothing to lose, I have nothing left to lose
I had to learn that and it wasn't easy
But in the complicated field the most agile player is seen
And it's not because of skill or classic ability
To show myself in this city like a damn fast San
I'm not fragile, I'm cleaner, in such a beat there's more shit
Let no one learn the rhyme of the king, lying serves us nothing
I don't like to promise what I couldn't fulfill
I just have to write about this contract
The one I signed with rap when we made that pact
My pen with paper makes contact
And maybe because I can't bear it with so much
Counting so many skills walking
Mine don't see them bro, they're flying
The game hasn't started and I've been playing for a long time
Everyone calls themselves Bardero$ just for messing around
If the bard starts from the day one is born
And it grows the day you spit out the first sentence
I no longer think about outcomes
If destiny is already written and mine came with class