Epílogo

I will compete until, oh
Okay, now yes

I will compete until I die, I will fight for this until I die
So shoot me, or save yourself
There's nothing left for you if I don't want it, so lower your tone
I don't give a shit about everything, you woke up the wolf

I have a terrible character and an innate talent
It's the perfect combination to mess with rookies with lyrics
For a while now, comments have been reaching my ears
Coming from newly born rappers

Towards me, hopefully their egos are made of rubber
So it doesn't hurt when I step on them in the ring
How dare they disrespect me
If with my twenties I could assure that they are my grandchildren

Envy consumes them completely
They dream of my intact brain, to distribute it among their empty skulls
I write waking up, eating, having sex, sleeping
Drinking, driving, studying, laughing, working, walking or running

For a damn new one
Dare to criticize what he only dreams and I have
They don't even know where I come from
Hopefully my soul would rap and clarify that I don't sell out

I have several visions of the future
I see hip-hop in the trash, except for the success of some
Who will have the something that those zeros lack
Who will criticize and stick their tongues up their asses

Who said I'm burnt out?
Don't lower your face, don't make me think you're scared
On what basis? What argument? What evidence have they found
That the Devil has taken away the gift he had given me?

I think it's time to explain
That sometimes it's Tirone who sings and other times it's Canser
Tirone seeks an awakening for your people to advance
And Canser makes the choppers rest in peace

Why don't they talk to my face what they've said?
Or is it that I haven't already proven enough?
I have rhymes that escape your understanding, dude
It's as if Einstein had explained his thesis to a retard

They can't find anything else to say about me
When I sing to consciousness, they tell me I don't know how to compete anymore
And when I shut them up, they say I don't contribute as an MC anymore
But if you put on a scale what I have contributed

With what they have done, the scale will tip in my favor
Because the one who has organized many gigs doesn't contribute anything
If he has only invited shame to them
How wrong most people are nowadays

What good is being real if you say crap?
Do you think I couldn't rhyme like the underworld, too?
Two hundred combs, set traps, shoot and well
But who cares about splitting that cake of pie crusts?

Dumber than a block, unfocused and with lyrics that don't contribute
This is not bought, respect is earned with deeds
I shit on the damn new one who thinks he's tough

I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name

Envious traitors of what we have done
With claws and without dirt, the wise school from El Techo
In addition to my people Tres Ochenta Cande, Sombra
And Rober, tell them that if it's not with me, then it's against me

There will be no one to break the respect I have earned
That's why they detest remembering that I will be remembered
As a soldier of Latin American hip-hop
And to shut me up they will have to see me bathed in blood

Good or bad, all they do is talk about me
Not even my woman thinks about me that much
Brother, I never fade away
I write more than you, you're a lazy one

As Zoo says, you stay still and worry about your tail, God
Those boys don't understand anything
They think it's culture to walk with their pants down and always drunk
They become MCs to see if they find a groupie

And try not to reach forty as virgins
What they give is shame, their inferiority is obvious
And I, feeding on fear and their hatred
My repertoire is a synonym of the universe

In constant expansion, with no end and no beginning
Canserbero is like Páez with his lancers
Critiqued for what he has earned for being a warrior
Morality is not bought with money

I won't rest until I see the shitty rap of my whole country dead
If I were you, I would quit and not waste time
For those who are really standing up
These said nothing, being a rapper is cheap and easy

No band is needed, nor having a very agile voice
I download beats from the Internet or pay a DJ
I record two songs, take a picture and open a MySpace
But hey, it's not a game, babe, just ask KRS

Why has he won fewer awards than Kanye West?
It's because the best are usually more screwed
As a good friend of mine says
We're not in the United States here but in Latin America
Where you have to rap or the reals will explode you with rhymes

I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name

They will talk about me whatever they want
But none can deny that I warned them to write
(It's can, it's can, Canserbero)
El Campesino, Lil Supa'
(What, the indigos)
Those who are with me, join and raise your fist
Those who are not, keep sucking my dick
Are you still there, bros, or have you left?
Does the truth hurt, right?
This music is no longer made
And the real ones are counted on one hand
Sebas, Sombra, Blackamikase, Rober, my serious ones
It's not that they are my buddies, it's that they are real
They sing as it should be done
I'm not going to record with you
I'm never going to record with you
You have to be born again, son
Afromak, Dann Niggaz
(Venezuela)
From the roof, from the basement, from wherever you want

I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name