Gato Que Avanza, Perro Que Ladra

I'm not a musician or a singer, I just rap
But I say more than you, with your theory and solfeggio
I'm the one who breaks the harmony
If words were notes
My verses would be symphonies
There are no pretensions in my work
I'm what skaters listen to while doing tricks
I'm not square, I'm multilateral
I'm what boxers listen to
Before stepping into the ring
We are the fusion
We are a different combination that provokes discussion
To give them a general definition
Calle 13 is transsexual
It's the mix of more than one musical genre
Where our literary format aims
To tell short stories in the form of rap
That everyone understands
Some get offended
Because I go beyond their stupid faces
I reflect what mirrors don't reflect

I see critics with optimism
They dedicate more time to my life
Than to their own
They have slow brains
Their intellectual movement is like a sailboat without wind
With just a set of divided words like fried
I delve deep into their resentful lives
Because my rhymes are movie-like
And cool and grandiose
But divided into syllables they can be movie-cool

If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, they don't fit anyway
Advancing cat, barking dog
Advancing cat, barking dog
If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, they don't fit anyway
Advancing cat, barking dog
Advancing cat, barking dog

Some psychopaths have me in military court
According to the rules of the Social Music Association
I'm supposed to grow a long beard, have an ugly wife
Sell handicrafts and live in a village
I'm supposed to give up my passport
And all the things I buy should come from North Korea
Once I recorded in Miami, but I'm not supposed to go back
The music from my album I have to record from the jungle
I can't use the internet, at least that's what I assume
I'm supposed to communicate through smoke signals
If I fight for the poor, economically the underprivileged
I can't charge for my work
I can't have money in my hands
And if I charge something, I have to change it for Cuban pesos
And when I go to pay my house in installments
I can't because in my neighborhood they only accept dollars, idiot!
What's the script?
If I fight for those who have no education
Do I have to be illiterate?
That's why I'm a multi-trillionaire, I'm so rich
That I just bought the whole damn alphabet
It's hard to find the muse out there
Because now all the letters work for me
Thanks to this, literarily there's a shipwreck
I'm to blame for Bob Dylan being accused of plagiarism

If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, they don't fit anyway
Advancing cat, barking dog
Advancing cat, barking dog

I want to fight against the Vietnam war while it explodes
And like Lennon, protest in New York from the Dakota
I also want to be like Pope Francis
While I talk about the poor, I collect tithes with my records
Or like Bob Marley, when he left his land
And recorded his most famous album with his settlers in England
I want to be like them, be well off economically
And in the eyes of the people, continue to be consistent

If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, they don't fit anyway
Advancing cat, barking dog
Advancing cat, barking dog