Ni de Oro Ni de Goldfield

I enter with serenity also with the mortality of a cancer
Clothes, appearances, outfits do not make a hip hop
In my first rhymes spit on corners
Nowadays they are poems sculpted on platforms
Fingers pointing at me, tongues criticizing me
Backs turning to me, obtuse people envying me

Listening people with me, support from my friends
They adapt to the edge of the enemy's hatred
They are bullets, egos, high smoke, for my creed ignorant
Verses, prose, rhymes, couplets are the bases of a singer
A tobacco does not make a toad become a boss and
A gun doesn't make a boy a man
So many things learned, things forgotten
Loved ones have gone in body, but never in soul

Hopes and teachings make me strong
Sometimes I hate this life even though I fear death
Clones, impostors, imitations of criminals
They think they are better in their songs, they all lie
I only exercise the machete and the mind
Because only the weak always want strong bodies
I live between smiles, tears, joys, disappointments
I try to smile when I feel dissatisfied

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

Sincerity, humility, some of my talents
And if anything I said sounded presumptuous
It was not ego but truth that hurts in certain ears
I cause inspiration, shock in the crowd
I cause hatred in those who believe themselves to be more than they are
The first ones identify with my song

Seconds hate me, I make them feel inferior
I don't want titles, this is not a tournament for me
The public's hand up, that's my only trophy
I see Dario in my neighborhood as a thug, but I am what I am
And not what the devil demands of me
Competition is a secondary point

Telling the truth is primary
In my hip hop it 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 get typical obstacles in my way

I correct erratic, past tense, from mean MC's
I prefer to be a classical musician, rather than a murderer
It is can and not mystical, with explicit flow
Peaceful in my physique, lethal in the linguistic
Like artistic Da Vinci, unique in every atom
Only I use a mic to do my classics
Earthquakes of rhythm, mind in my metabolism

I love the essence, I hate racism, I love respect, I hate selfishness
But he who only loves himself has more contempt
My description is what you can hear from me
Neither more nor less, neither gold nor goldfield
My description is what you can hear from me

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

From the past I knew that I am the future of the present, I swear