Indigo

The indigo returned unstoppable
Save your cute choruses because they don't work here
My caliber is Can point with Serbero bullets
I give accurate shots to hives full of rappers

Whose morals are not worth what their shoes cost
And they only use their brains to hang rags
Why are there so many toads with boss complex?
Simple, now recording is easy and cheap

Sampling some beats, putting together garbage on Ares
It may please your buddies, but never listeners who know
The level of emptiness invading the brain is serious
Of those who only say they are real

And don't get mad if it's your fault
Because if there were no fakes, I would have never written this
Although I understand those who hate me when I speak
Because in every religion with gods, devils are never lacking

I have a stable of truths galloping like troops
Sailing smoothly like drops that spill cups
If you open your mouth, you have to choose an option
Receive my respect, bro, or look for so-called competition

But if you choose the second situation, you'll have to give me fellatio while asking for a blessing
There are too many
The lyrics imprisoned in my advanced mind
That even if I don't want to, they escape from nothing

Every morning when I'm at the bus stop
I realized that the Jesus of rap has my same face
Because I have a heavy cross that tries
To extinguish copper MCs with silver poems
Because I have a heavy cross that tells me that if you don't sweep the shit today, maybe tomorrow you'll step on it

The truth is served raw
Reality is mixed pure
Sincerity is dressed naked (no more, no less)
I am the indigo of paper and ink
Don't call me MC or rapper only (Canserbero)

The truth is served raw
Reality is mixed pure
Sincerity is dressed naked (no more, no less)
I am the indigo of paper and ink
Don't call me MC or rapper only (Canserbero)

The truth is like manure
It comes to the surface sooner or later
And sincere friends I count on one hand
They swear in vain to defend a culture
They only applaud their brothers, even if they sing garbage

Beef is in fashion, I understand, they want popularity
But don't mess with those who truly contribute something to rap
It's easy to talk too much, say they are perfect
Many investigate me to later talk about my flaws

Like insects, always begging for food
Or like toads waiting for rain to jump into the puddle
Equally tacky, I will always be sensible
Even if I scratch and it comes out of my glans, sing a Vallenato

Every crazy person has their own issue
And the problem is that many sing for the majority
Although the majority are the deaf of the system
I don't criticize reggaeton, but its empty words

As you can see, I am a raw verse
But there are already many who envy me and avoid eye contact
They want to spit on me but I am way up
And if you spit up, the saliva falls on your face

I am the truth, the naked sincerity
Even if they shoot to kill me, my lyrics will be remembered
Instead, you have to acknowledge
That I taught you everything you know, but not everything I know

I'm not here to say I'm a great MC
Or to appear on TV, I just want to deny
To all those who didn't understand that I come from a crew
Called rap of spirit that you will never understand

The truth is served raw
Reality is mixed pure
Sincerity is dressed naked (no more, no less)
I am the indigo of paper and ink
Don't call me MC or rapper only (Canserbero)

The truth is served raw
Reality is mixed pure
Sincerity is dressed naked (no more, no less)
I am the indigo of paper and ink
Don't call me MC or rapper only (Canserbero)