BENDECIDOS (feat. Norick, Foyone, Solitario Mondragón, Santa Fe Klan, Akapellah, Al2 (El Aldeano), Toño Lizárraga, Alemán, Kase.O y Santa Suerte)

Santa Suerte
It's family, it's unity
Life itself brings us together
This is Norick from Rapper School
Respect to all the neighborhoods
Tell me, yeo
Cayro is on the beat

It's about representing
I go to win respect
I know that can bother many
You had to be here when there was nothing to eat
Times of earning little and losing a lot

Today you have to see me
I'm from anywhere
Wherever I want, I can stay
No problem, my luck will pay
I worked hard for that to happen, and
I don't allow anything to offend me

I had a dream and it was to live from what I wanted to be
And I called it with my thoughts
Time is good and rewarded me as it should be
If it didn't go well for you, man, I'm sorry

With the blessing as a shield when they throw bad things
Dodging betrayal like Neomar dodges bullets
There was nothing, I only won and put in the work
Now my mom has her house paid for with the plays

You could lose, you could win
They can love you, they can hate you
Only God will say what my destiny is
But I don't forget who paved the way for me

I lead mine wherever I go
Loyalty can't be bought, the loyal don't fail
Those who were there from day one, when I had nothing
Are the ones celebrating with me with their glasses full

For them, I toast, I bless them, if it weren't for them
I wouldn't be celebrating living my dreams
The same dream I've had since I was little
Always up, like the smoke from a log

I toast to no longer see the net price of Jordans
I want to resign, but my dreams bribe me
Many say I'm not a rapper
Because they have no choice when they see me surpass them

I earned respect without bullshit, without money, without stops
I'm not Quintero, but I cost them a lot
Today we have everything, the street was my poem
I'm Latino, that's why your border is not a problem

I'm a Molotov in the hands of an activist
Another disappeared on that damn list
I sing like Pedro Infante for the pain of my neighborhood
We come from poverty to the big stages

Women in brothels for their daily bread
Bastards who shoot to make a living
This is not Alice In Wonderland
This is Mexico, bastards, and long live the family

I count on the blessing of those who love me
That's why I'm sorry (thank you very much to those who love me)
This is my moment (and to those who don't, too)

They know I count (aha)
With the blessing of those who love me
That's why I'm sorry (Santa Fe, they can't deny it)
This is my moment (as it should be)
They have to understand (tell me, Ángel)
Pure Santa Suerte

They took advantage of mine and my innocence
That's when my intelligence went into emergency
But thanks to all this, I have the experience
Music is my salvation, and for my pain, the anesthesia

Who would have imagined that everything for singing
My life would change just because I started to rhyme?

With my notebook and pen I leave them speechless
In the crazy clinic with a real flow
Shooting lyrics like a machine gun
I have plenty of bullets for anyone who messes with me

The bass drum sounds, the tone drops, I'm with my crew
There's no crown, no throne either
Black glasses, laid back, XL
Today the news defames me on TV

Blessed Santa Suerte, beloved rap, for knowing you
I bring knowledge, whoever wants, come closer
In fifteen years it has given me so many pleasant moments, always
And so transcendent, that I can only thank you

In a scene infected by false gigolos
My greatest fortune is being able to record with my idols
Let the audience decide if I continue or not
I put on my headphones to avoid misunderstandings

Only the real ones believe in you when you start
And very few understand what you think
The thing is tense, who would say that traveling
With plates and turntables, would put food on my table?

A contract in my head, my record label was my buddies
And the only advance that existed was the desire
To cross the Venezuelan border
And take our work to other Spanish-speaking territories
(Tell them, AL2)

The neighborhood knows my name, because I don't fit on the radio
What you think of me, I don't give a damn
Because my art is street and comes from below
I didn't go through the middlemen, I went through hard work

Inspiration is beautiful like a star descending
And the art of the word whistles in your heart
It's a good moment when your neighborhood is crying
To make clear what you feel here, what side you're on

I'm not a hero or a leader, I'm just a guy
Who also revealed the dark side of the Caimán
I turned my homeland into a brothel, Fidel Castro, The Scorpion
Who spent sixty years poisoning what is bread

When a song is just to take advantage
It's listened to with the waist and goes away like waste
But when a song, with heart, is made
To listen to it, you have to put the headphones on your chest

Thanks for the love, for the morals, for the murals
Giving music with class from marginalized neighborhoods
The real ones, those who have a valuable message
Those who speak the truth and never appear on TV
Let's go!

I still have strength to fight a thousand wars
For my people, for mine
For those who have already left me

If I fall, I get up
Much stronger and braver
Always with my head held high
I've already proven it to them

(Alemán)
I always step on it to the bottom, shoot me, I don't hide
I respond for mine and for my mother, I break myself
Take off the stupid face, you better take it off soon
Because I don't run from anything or fear anything
I always face them head-on

Ready for the fight, no matter the day
Here we always work, focused on the idea
We fulfill the task, showy so they see me
Your people just boast and mine always knock out

These bastards don't know about respect or morals
So much envy that they secretly go and deface my mural
It's not my fault if life keeps treating them badly
They think they're OGs, but they did nothing original

We started from the bottom with a gray sky
We backpacked all over the country
Now we fill concerts, I feel happy
Everyone would like to have a little house like me

(Kase. O)
Everyone fell silent and attentively
They saw something different, ah, appear, be born
A new rhythm, a change in mindset
Hip hop was born, saving many people (the fucking boss)

Many trends, much evolution
But the spirit remained in every region
Oh, many legends on TV
Of competition and division

Open your eyes, look up, eh
Love music and family, hey, the gang, hey
We are eternal, hey, shining names, hey
In the whole world

I gave you my life, blessed r-a-p
I meditate on the shoulder, I already defeated death
They want to age me, and I bloom again
How hard it must be to want to see me lose
I have Santa Suerte

Yeah, it's real hip-hop for all my brothers around
Real people knows that I got the sound
Straight from downtown
I have lyrics that I should donate to you, yeah
Let's see if that represents as it should

(The peasant)
Oh, but look who's back, he's loose
Of the sons of bitches, the most complete
My mother has nothing to do with this
Honest, with friends and enemies
I think I read that the latter are more loyal to you, no

I return like the phoenix every now and then
My song is icy, like the cold bear of the Antarctic
I handle the situation like a Playstation
Too little sky for so much imagination

Perfect for the system, right? That's the problem
Me trying to occupy my space under the burning sun
And with delusions of kings, and laws for oxen
They come and tell you that you can't be who you are

Go to hell, buddy, down the drain
If they can, they take the shortcut through their mother's pussy
The high-caliber rap made by tigers, for tigers
And hopefully their rap frees them from my high-caliber rap
'Cause it's can, can

I count on the blessing of those who love me
That's why I'm sorry (yeah, and they know it well)
This is my moment (and they can't deny it)

And they know I count (Mexico)
With the blessing of those who love me
That's why I'm sorry (tell me, yeo)
This is my moment (always with my head held high)
They have to understand (we are the same race)

This is the essence of Spanish rap
Directly from the neighborhoods
For everyone (because envy kills)
This is what keeps us alive
(Because envy betrays-na-na-na-na)
Santa Suerte, family
Tell me, Cayro

Cry, the neighborhood cries, the neighborhood cries
Because envy kills
Because envy betrays-na-na-na-na

Cry, the neighborhood cries
Because envy kills
Because envy betrays-na-na-na-na