All We Need Is Hate

It's that I am, the king of Hip Hop, you the king of playback
I'm one of the best in rap, you're a wack
Put your hands up, hey, here comes Canserbero
The one who extracts gold from his brain like a miner

Serious on the track, in stereo, an artist
Super genius, don't insist with your empire of cheerleaders, no
I incite your neurons to have orgies
You bring the box, I bring the advantage and the treachery

Day after day in the newspapers
Bodies of events, deceased by a vague colic flow
Unusual skill, feel like a projectile without
Idols and without, without subjects, in the end, end

Like all Venezuelans always in stealth
Before as always worms start coming out of the nest
The noise is called hip and hop for those who don't know it
So this is an assault of asphalt with lyrics and voices

That tear up the box and bass drum
For all those who talk nonsense, they will be charged in the low like the cops
Master combo, flawless victory, making history
Like one of the best lyricists, the nemesis of the enemy

It's not that nobody can go against me, but it's funny
To see how those mommy's boys dream of winning a Grammy
And their faces change color like Sammy's
When they see me because they know they copied their flow from me

Hey you! You're going too fast and you're not a Ferrari
You can't dress up as a chicken to go to the safari
Not everything is a party, not everything is watching Daddy's videos
And you end up looking for trouble when you're in Tran B

You ask for peace and nothing else
When they see that one is not just another one who is lazy
I imagine you know that 'ass' means 'ass'
Well, that's where they took you and yours
I flow! Like a fish in the water of Aragua proudly raised
Still working for the tuna in the market
My father, still selling ice cream, has been ignored
By spoiled brats who have been given everything, wow!

When you go, I've already come
In the mouth of the experiences you have to see today at the movies
Think before becoming a hymen
In Venezuela, headquarters of the fatal school of crime

Stand up and rhyme, take advantage and tune
There's very little plain land for so many capybaras
I'm Canserbero, Chamo González, the blond one
Who got on stage means that cowards run away

Don't riot when I riot
Put yourself in my shoes as I'm going to take all the boots
Buttons, please carry these balls for me
In some boxes and use the elevator so you don't get injured

In two minutes I'm going to give some lessons
To some fools who don't understand anything in my songs
Again! In two minutes I'm going to give some lessons
To some fools, ah, fools who pick up soap, take it!

There are reasons for you to reason for your actions
Don't get excited if they play your songs on the radio
Payola won't keep your room from being empty
And the public now knows who's the one who's got balls
Ladies and gentlemen in front of the televisions
Welcome to another Can show that makes fakes cry
It's better to run when I release an album
And everyone runs like greyhounds

Witness the second coming of Christ to the earthly world
First as a human, now as real Hip Hop
Made by Can Can, the one responsible for forever
The maximum to be number two only

And there are no minds if you hold on to being second
That's common in people who think the world revolves around them
Arbitrary, I, on the other hand, am a referee like Musulungo
My flow flies through the ears, unlike Dumbo

The chumbo, more rhymes than balls in the NBA
I'm your D-A-D-D-Y, you're my B-I-T-C-H
Canserbero A.K. a Cha. González
Cutting ego every time he steps on stage

Don't settle in me, I let it pass out of courtesy
And that you're a son of a bitch, and it's not because of your aunt's sister
Speaking ill of someone, hugging them the next day
Are reasons enough to make me doubt your manhood

I'm not going to humiliate you anymore, although I could, look
I don't believe in God, but my conscience isn't rotten
I enjoy the amnesty, who would have thought?
But unchanging in the face of hypocrisy, as my mother used to say

Enough is too little, I'm a myth like the coconut
If this doesn't sound like hip-hop to you, my brother, you're crazy
I invoke muses when I hear drums and boxes
I fornicate with goddesses while you jerk off, woh!

One for my people and two for my people
I'm the cure for the hiccups of all those little rappers
Change the little speech that hate imprisons me
Cause all you need is hate to at least reach my sole

All you need is hate to at least reach my sole
All you need is hate to at least reach hey!, hey!
All you need is hate to at least reach me hey!, hey!, hey!
All you need is hate hate all you need is hate hate
Woum, woum, woum, buah!