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(Yeah)
(Yaoh)
(Afro in music)
(It's Can)

I am real because I am, not by saying I am real

I don't know if I'm a son of God or I'm an angel of the Devil
The only thing I know is that if I'm here it's for something
With a pencil in the right and a bitter rum in the left
Like each of the verses with which I speak to you

Some tell me don't waste time competing
Keep writing topics as you have been doing
I know it's for the best, but there's a voice that tells me
Let me literally murder all those mediocre people who curse me

They misinform me, they are not satisfied with crumbs
And they think that by talking nonsense they are going to silence a movement
Called sincerity, reality, truth or whatever you want
Not even shooting me can make my voice die

Because there are my songs, several of them in quarantine
Waiting, smiling, for the moment to cognace the system
I know I'm a problem, a glass inside your shoe
A pineapple under his arm, a big stain on his contract

That's why they've been campaigning for me for a while now
My songs as a child, montages and other nonsense
Why are you surprised that a guilty person becomes a judge?
Correct your mistakes and succeed like Malcolm X did

But what do the ignorant know about that!
If they are only here for the whores and the pesos
Religious people say they prayed to me
In a pressure cooker with corpses and bones

But not even that is going to make Canser rest
And do not reach the chances that life has given you to improve yourself
Stop humiliating yourself by talking bad about me in the forums
Better measure yourself with me on stage, me against everyone

Verse by verse, beat by beat, chorus by chorus
In front of a real audience, not in front of some damn fools
That the ends meet to say that they are rappers
Singing 'til pop and shaking your butt hole

I hate talking about this, wasting a great clue
But how do I do it? If I have plenty of letters for the masochists
I have my sights set on representing my flag
State, city, municipality, La Pica neighborhood, Ovallera

Shut up motherfuckers and be rude until I die
Because to sow awareness you have to scold, even if you really don't want to
I hope those who offer me shots today
Never grow up and never understand what I write

Because it's sad when you know you failed
And you lack the balls to apologize and move on
However, I will continue saying Venezuela
So Hugo Chávez will call me scrawny one day on a chain

I will write you a topic of what I think and what I see
Well, I don't mind talking mean to anyone because of what I believe
I will write you a topic of what I think and what I see
So that they know that I sing what comes to mind for wow!

And if there is a God above, long life I ask
To all those brothers who throw saliva at me today
Why should they die of anger when I am at the top?
And they can't do anything but look at me from bottom to top

I ask for a long life for my enemies
(E-wo-wo-wo-wo)
So that they can see my triumphs as much or more than I do
Yeah!

Don't make me bring up a normal weekly topic anymore
Start respecting and recognizing what is real
I'm not going to name them, not because I don't know what they are
But I really can't remember their names

Don't make me create any more competition topics
That look more like a giant's footprints on a mouse
It has given me the impression that the more they try to silence me
Make me more unstoppable, incessant heavy Hip-Hop

My hands on my head, rum spilled on the floor
My notebook is my skin, my pencil is the scalpel
My eyes in an attitude of mourning and a voice that tries harder
So that the Mamagüevos criticize her more

MC's and yellow shit sleep on a stretcher dreaming of being me
They wake up in nightmares
Wanting to pretend to be wise, when it is very obvious
That what they spit through their lips is pure shit

They give me the hand of Judas naked with pure envy
That tortures them knowing that my writings are not enough
If you compare my experience with its inconsistencies
With a little patience you will notice the difference

An excess of words that traumatize them
That cut the displacement of hypocrites in this fauna
I am a true warrior with the inkwell, gunner
But best known for Canserbero

Writing a pair of rhymes could be done by anyone
Flow and coherence are not available to anyone who wants
If they knew who they were going against
They would not be so envious and would respect me when they saw me

What if I arrived by car, what woman did I leave with?
If it's not out of envy then why do they talk about me?
They say, if he grew up in a neighborhood then why does he talk like that?
As if they didn't teach reading and writing in the neighborhoods

They must already admit the worst poverty is mental poverty
And that my great fortune is in my way of thinking
That does not agree with the immaturity of the kids of now
Who love only popularity and fashion

That is why even now in the 21st century
They call us the third world, even though there is only one
Girls carry silicone, boys carry a cannon
And at ten they have sex because that's what the song says: Woah!

But your biggest concern
It is not the cessation of violence, nor education
But the bad information, that I come from urbanization
Which is not true, but if it is, what? Would I be wrong?

Would I take heart away from the truth that I have written?
To that minimal part that you have heard from my scholars?
I am proud to be white, just like my old man
Well, I don't identify with your damn racism

Can was thrown at you, what are you going to say now?
As if I were interested in the envy of those ladies
They love the damn gringos on MTV
That if they were found in the balls they would hang

On the other hand, a crying mother told me
That the topic helped you tomorrow will be another day
That's what matters to me because I don't listen to crap
Rotten things that rappers throw at me and fantasy

They still don't understand that they can't against the child
Who prefers dirt in the ear instead of earrings
All your singles you talk about triggers, bullets
But if we actually come to the point

He who does not learn from bad things lives from failure
That's why they will always be like fashion: Short-term
Don't you see that there is no comparison between me and you?
I didn't want to say it like that so as not to hurt them, but what do they want?

If by chance they do not respect the one they represent
To all Creole Rap, without profit and without charging rent
They pay like a whore by throwing tips left and right
Dreaming of being named so that they can be taken into account

And still at this hour I haven't bothered
To even listen to what I know they have thrown at me'
I'm not so wrong that they already believe that this song
It's for them as if I knew who they were

And if there is a God above, long life I ask of him
To all those brothers who throw saliva at me today
So that they die of anger when I am at the top
And they can't do anything but look at me from bottom to top

And if there is a God above, long life I ask of him
To all those brothers who throw saliva at me today
So that they die of anger when I am at the top
And they can't do anything but look at me from bottom to top

I ask for a long life for my enemies
(E-wo-wo-wo-wo)
So that they can see my triumphs as much or more than I do
Yeah!

Don't make me bring up a normal weekly topic anymore
Start me respecting and recognizing what is real
The Canserbero, the Can for all those who insist on screwing me
Better write, because what's coming is no joke

Yaoh
Convict of Musa
Kapúto in the instrumental
I am death, I am evil made conscious
The favorite of your favorite MC's
Don't think you make me look stupid
You can't even fight a stupid person
The peasant
For my mother, they are not going to stop me

What's wrong chameleon?
That you see, that your evil does not hurt me
What's wrong chameleon?
That even if I try to stop I remain strong every year
What's wrong chameleon?
I live, I live, I live from the truth and you eat from deception
What's wrong chameleon?
Wherever I go, three warriors go with me
What's wrong chameleon?
They protect me