C'est La Mort

Welcome everyone to a mental world
For me created and for today I plan to let them pass
It's Tyrone and Can, some people's worst nightmare
The one who is commonly hated for thinking differently

Unfortunately, I have died, but I will not give up music
Well the soul has not left my body
Floating to the place where it is supposed
To receive the certain punishment, if perhaps I deserve it

But in the meantime, cool
Nailing more rhymes than Jordan balls in basketball hoops
And, of course, singing my songs from the rooftops
And longing nothing more than to be able to meet my grandchildren

Thinking more than necessary, studying to grow
And working to pay the rent
Crossing off goals from this endless list of
Things I want to hear, live, know, be and see

They are no longer ten-something, they are twenty-something
And not to mention the one with the sickle that is watching me from afar
Planning how to fulfill your responsibility
If with a crime, an accident or an illness

Oh, but the truth is, I have seen so much in so little that if I could
It will erase memories like deleting photos from your phone, right?
Because I don't know if I'm crazy and everything is normal
Except me, I don't notice it

We are not in 2000 or so, nothing
Who knows how many centuries have passed until this evening
But what difference does it make if racism remains intact?
And there is no technology that will alleviate the hunger and pain of so many.

How sorry I feel for those
Who have no passions other than money or sex
And they live, but they are not alive, that is
That he who does not have something to die for should not live

Ideas strike me like the wind at my stern
I enjoy solitude when it's my turn
Meditating on it, what a gargoyle of the Notre Dame temple
What I could see when I was in Europe

And memories fall on me like winter rain
When I read my first songs in my notebooks
I reflect, although without reading the future
But consuming the present like someone smoking a cigar

And I swear that I will always be the same
And, if one day I don't do the same, it will be because that day was terrible.
I'm real because I am, not by saying I'm real
And greetings to the bro who dared to quote this phrase, I

I am less flow than feeling, I accept it
And I don't know if it's my virtue or my defect, I bet you on this
That many want to see me dead
Because envy is bigger than my desire for a planet full of affection

And I tell you that, still, this is not even ten percent
From the spree of texts that lie in my notebook, hungry on the street
Microphone, platform and other details, related to my valley
Of rap over instrumentals, aye

There are too many mistakes these days
They think I earned my respect in a cereal box and no, Dad.
I sing for sensible people
Not like those cachicamos toads that sing for limpets

AKA Chamo González
Drop rhymes that come out
Like fales bullets
For those who believe they are real

If you don't like listening to me, take a plane and go to the North Pole
And sing your trash to the Eskimos
This is going to take a while, right, Kpú?
A lot of foolish people distorting, looking for the cat's five legs
Inattentive, they are so insolent
They make themselves believe that I know them and that I even have them in mind

If I say hello, I'm sure there will be some tug-of-war
Some rapper named Hello will tell you that I
I sang a song against his stupid person
And that's why MC Hello responded to me now.

Grow up! That's why there are so many purees.
They don't see rap as real music that lasts
Wake up or you will be nothing more than, with any luck
The rapper who wished the conscious rap man dead

It is a lack of respect for people with two heads in front
Not admitting that I am an exponent
As important for rap as, for the blind, an intelligent dog
Or the blessed faith for a believer

I have a cynical appearance, a dysphonic voice
An empirical talent and an unusual desire for rap
A magnificent brain and atomic rhymes
For the stupid ones who come to play the comedy

I won't stop now (won't stop now)
Like I always say, open your eyes, hater
You are not the navel of the planet
My friend Kpú and I are like the one from 23 with Pippen
And I could teach you how to compose, if you allow me

It's about genuine inspiration
Kpú with a rolando, me with bitter rum and breaking horns
You can't imagine how easy it sounds natural
Of those who were born with music in their veins

I feel sorry for all those damn things
It's like they don't realize that they look like clowns.
They talk like a lazy person, they walk lamely, they look out of the corner of their eye and
Do you want to represent yellow, blue and red? No.

They are acting crazy on us
The few international rap media have us in mind
They post any shit before my people do.
You disguise yourself as an apple, but inside you are snakes

Do you think I'm stupid? But I'm three skulls of a wolf
Take off your masks, you can all throw me for me
I respect that attitude much more than hypocrisy.
Of the Iscariot-type cronies with the Messiah

Don't come to me with tall tales
With Chilean packages, don't even act Swedes with me
Because I know how to beat copper
Since I grew up in a poor neighborhood where even girls have to be men

You better run, son, guess who is in the zone?
Canserbero with KPU, don't even try with us
I'm not really the boss, but I'm just a true warrior
Born to be a bad born on stage
My music is for urbanization and neighborhoods
To educate and to crush adversaries

This is how I came to sound on the Moon
There will be no song
Whose idea does not come from the underground
I am clear that just as I win brothers
I earn worms that hate me to look bad

What do they throw at me, to see if I can give them an answer?
Make them known and take them out from below
They're going to have to swing from my stick
Because, to speak clearly, I will never do anything other than ignore them

My people know what I do
And those who are serious will never stop raising their hand to me
Because I am the plague, the voice of intelligent rap
And in short, a living damn message
I will tolerate anyone, except the intolerant
I'm Canser, AKA Life and Death

(Run away, run away, run away, run away)

It is a lack of respect for all those people with two heads in front
(Run away, death will take you)
Talking ugly about who is representing you, unfortunately
(Run away, death will take you)

I'm a fucking living message, or don't you understand?
(Run away, death will take you)
The Devil is my friend, but if he is careless, I will knock his teeth out.
(Run away, death will take you)

Culture knows shit to me, I rap for all my people
(Run away, death will take you)
There are many who talked about me and now they pull my balls in front of me
(Run away, death will take you)

I am eternal heart of winter against those who always envy me
(Run away, death will take you)
When you go, I come, show off everything you are lacking
(Run away, death will take you)

I am life and I am death, I am not here by accident
(Run away, death will take you)
I want plenty of rum on the day of my wake and for them to repeat loudly
(Run away, death will take you)
I don't want those who don't really feel hip-hop to raise their hands
(Run away, death will take you)

(Run away, death will take you)
(Run away, death will take you)