CANpesino

This theme is not for a record
And maybe the audio is not perfect
It's just the result of insomnia and bad breath
On a night where feelings merged

Where the heart was the instrument I decided to play
As fundamental as sampling in rap
This is another song that no one will listen to
Maybe just because they don't like me

Or pride doesn't allow them to accept
That the basics are not lack of evolution, but the essential
As simple as learning to respect
To offer an apology when you know you were wrong

Like it or not, I will represent you
And I will stand up for you even if you don't want to see me breathe
More... good listeners and fewer bad MCs
That's what is truly needed here to emerge

But today everyone wants to be first
Just rhyming is not a talent, sir
Rhyming truth and living with humility
Is the greatest, only and supreme true talent
You can hit me and shoot me, I don't deny it
But if I manage to get up, I will tell you again
That it was serious fists to the sky
My salary that will never be obtained by a money puppet

Jump overboard! Yeah! they just get in the way
There's no way to stop the Peasant, glory doesn't satisfy him
Your brow furrows, my soul speaks to you
Ignorance thins out as this letter fattens

There are no rules when I write the truth
No margins or stirrups, no angels or beggars
Just a sense, simply a reason
To educate and shut up motherfuckers while I'm alive

Your skin tingles, yes! and a smile in me
Was my best reaction when I heard your best song
You, you are simply fake
And what good are your Fila shoes if you walk barefoot in rhymes?

I know a lot of bitches want to battle with me
But believe me, they can never be like the indigo
From the inkwell because I am sincere
And I don't pay payola to entertain a blind audience

This is not a matter of ego and they can suck it
Those who talk about me without knowing me first
It was serious fists to the sky
My salary that will never be obtained by a money puppet

So excuse me, for telling it like it is
But in front of my house there's shit I have to sweep
If you think it's for you, then it's for you
Just that I didn't say your name because I don't even know it

My respect is for all those people who support this
Even if they don't like us
Because they know we are raising a flag
That fills Venezuelans wherever they are

When have you seen a jewel around my neck?
Because stories like those uncover your lies
When have you seen jewels covering my fingers?
Here we work even with claws, but without dirt

Brother! tell me why you talk about me
If I'm the one representing you
Outside the country, where they will never respect you
It's not that they are so bad, but they don't tell the truth

I'm tired of all those impostors
Who instead of showing their reality only show their nipples
That's why they call them leftovers
For me, you are worse than whores because they charge

History proves that humanity instead of supporting
Seeks to kill those who fight for an ideal
And if you don't believe me, ask
Luther King, Socrates or the one who died on the cross

They think they're kings because they have MySpace
And ten of their best friends donate a hundred plays daily
Okay, keep living off that number
I don't believe in numbers, because my talent is not for sale

So excuse me, for telling it like it is
But in front of my house there's shit I have to sweep
If you think it's for you, then it's for you
Just that I didn't say your name because I don't even know it

My respect is for all those people who support this
Even if they don't like us
Because they know we are raising a flag
That fills Venezuelans wherever they are

I Beat Up
La Zaga, Kpú instrumentals
Canserbero, Ray, Lil Zoo
Garee, Randy, Danny
Wakka, Niko, Afro
That's the crew men
If you talk about one, you talk about all
Lab penguins
We all family!
We all family!
Even if it hurts them, admit that they love those songs
Written by the hands that are raising your flag
Yes, The Peasant