HOMER EL MERO MERO (BZRP Music Sessions #30)

It's another night and I'm in charge of the kitchen
In a neighborhood where luck runs out
Christ no longer plays and the devil keeps running
Let's see if he can take charge of my life

I already knew him or he knew me first
In these parts it's normal among bandits
Trading the knife for coins or a hat
Every drop that splashes is a new world

Time overcomes everything, it keeps everything
Those who hugged you yesterday, today shoot you from outside
Everyone wants to bet, but they don't release the coins
Because it's easier to buy when the money isn't given

I make myself respected with just a look
I stare at them, son, I don't need to say anything
I lost my life in the early hours
Looking for a new horizon in some sacred land

Now everything I release sounds through the blocks
And I'm telling my children that I kill for this
That the neighborhood has its messenger for a while
They call him The Main One and he tells them the story

A couple of cats tried to take me down
But the H dodges, passes, scores the goal and saves it
I don't want to boast, but giving them an advantage
They can't reach him, The Main One smokes and relaxes

Microphone, fist and lyrics, giving lessons on the track
The gun hidden in the back of the stairs
Knife in hand and with the heart outside
He shouts to the four winds that he defends the flag

Every man for himself, there are shooters in sight
Fighters on the list dreaming of making it outside
The artist's life they think is the real one
Ends up sparking it before someone lights it

It's not the new era, the old one sees how it's played
When the world is selfish, it embraces you even if it doesn't want to
Give me the first one, so I can put it in fifth gear
In a different way, that's my life, it might be that—

So that it's clear, I'm back
I only came with bars, didn't even bring the .32
For those who think they know, for those who never learned
For those who think it's now for sale to steal the flows

My nigga, there's no comparison when I enter the booth
The number ten of Argentina in narrating the texts that sponsor them
In another league, his father plays in another league
It's 2020 and I keep giving life to Boom Bap

I don't have to change my voice or strike poses
It's the consequence of my steps to continue being a hero
I don't buy into the false case that everyone knows
I don't marry any of their gods

The real G tears up the beat, puts the street in charge
The doping tests positive, like Diego Armando
And you talking to me about drugs, what are you telling me?
In the neighborhood and in prison, they don't get the vibe

This isn't music, it's a drug, eh
Bizarrap, session number thirty
It's the fucking Main One
(Fucking Main One, fucking Main One)

(Bizarrap)