Ni de Oro Ni de Goldfield

I enter with serenity also with the mortality of cancer
Clothes, appearances, garments don't make hip hop
My first rhymes spit in corners
Nowadays are poems sculpted on stages
Fingers pointing at me, tongues criticizing me
Backs, supporting me, obtuse, envying me

Listening towns with me, support from my friends
They adapt from the edge of enemy's hatred
Bullets, egos, smokes, these, for me you are ignorant
Verses, prose, rhymes, verses are the foundations of a singer
A cigar doesn't make a toad become a boss and
A gun doesn't make a boy become a man
So many things learned, forgotten things, loved ones
Injured in body but never in soul

Hopes and teachings make me strong
Sometimes I hate this life although I fear death
Clones, impostors, imitations of thugs
Who think they are better in their songs, all lie
I only exercise the machete and the mind
Because only the weak always want strong bodies
I live among smiles, tears, joys, resentments
I seek to smile when I feel unsatisfied

I don't believe in religions, prayers or superstitions
I believe in what I see and remain silent if I don't find explanations
I lack money, I have enough talent, and if health is enough for me
Nothing else will be needed
Laziness and stubbornness, some of my flaws

Sincerity, humility, some of my talents
And if something I say sounded presumptuous
It wasn't ego but truth that hurts in certain ears
I cause inspiration, commotion in the crowd
I cause hatred in those who think they are more than they are
The first ones identify with my song

The second ones hate me, I make them feel inferior
I don't want titles, this is not a tournament for me
The raised hand of the audience is my only trophy
I see malandreo in my neighborhood, but I am what I am
And not what the devil demands of me
Competition is a secondary point

Telling the truth is primary
My hip hop is necessary
I don't want to be an idol, I don't want subjects
I enjoy every second, as if it were the last
I don't believe in destiny because I create my destiny
I encounter typical obstacles in my path

I correct erratic, past, petty MCs
I prefer to be a classical musician, rather than a killer
It's can and not mystical, with explicit flow
Peaceful in my physique lethal in the linguistic
Like Da Vinci, artistic, unique in every atom
Only I use a mic to make my classics
Earthquakes bring down minds in my metabolism

I love the essence, hate racism, love respect, hate selfishness
But what I despise the most is that one only loves oneself
My description is what you can hear from me
Neither more nor less nor gold nor goldfield
My description is what you can hear from me

Neither more nor less nor gold nor goldfield
My description is what you can hear from me
Neither more nor less nor gold nor goldfield
My description is what you can hear from me
Neither more nor less nor gold nor goldfield