Expertos En Nada

Tell me something
About my life?
No, damn, I mean an anecdote
Since you can't keep your mouth shut
To let me read the newspaper
Tell me something
I'm sorry, I don't know what to tell you
Don't you have anecdotes? You don't!
Then I'll tell you one

Yao, yao, yao, okay
Welcome to the world where the experts live
Those who know everything, graduates in life
I'm going to allow myself to tell you to fuck off
Listen to me (you know nothing) here we all know things, okay?

If it were up to me, I'd cut off your dick and give it as a gift to your girlfriend
But I guess I have to be polite
Although education gives me phobia
I'm one who smiles
Says, how nice, I'm happy for you
We all do it, we say: Hi, how are you?
We think: What a jerk!

This planet created up to four or five counted people for me
There are people I greet because the law prevents me from kicking them in the face
More than being fake, I have manners and yes, you can call me cynical
Or a fucking crazy person whose heart gets messed up at the clinic every week

Hey, huh? Of course, I'm not deceiving you
I release a new track every day
And still, it fucks up any track you could make in a year
Are you going to talk to me about feeling hip hop? Calm down and wake up!
When you were in kindergarten, I was writing to a girl who was already dead

I've been writing half my life just to make it pure in my work, dude
You can shove your moral lessons up your ass, and so on
Do you know what happens? I don't give a shit and I don't shout
I stay silent knowing that you still lack flow
Lyrics, time, talent, and years

Count and let go
You no longer realize what is true
You don't even know what you're talking about in my field, you're doing badly
Count and let go
You no longer realize what is true
You don't even know what you're talking about, you don't even know what you're talking about

If it were up to me, I'd cut off your tongue
And feed it to the dog
But I guess I have to be polite
And the more they talk, the happier I am
I don't get confused, because many times that point comes
They talk about you out there, but they can't stand you
Not even for five seconds

Where's the trick?
I didn't filter life, I lived it to the fullest
So now some damn bastard comes along
And says to my face why I spit it out
Why should I apologize? Well, I'm sorry, even though they left me hanging
And now he has the balls to come
And tell me what had happened

One for testing, two to hurt, and the third exhausts me, here
If you're abandoned on the shore, you die or you become a rock
But we're not that many here, no, I don't care about being labeled as good
But don't move the earth and especially don't look for money in my damn field

Count and let go
You no longer realize what is true
You don't even know what you're talking about in my field, you're doing badly
Count and let go
You no longer realize what is true
You don't even know what you're talking about, you don't even know what you're talking about