Ready (feat. Apache)

Canserbero

Ready (feat. Apache)

Dy-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy
It is Can Can with AP apa in the papyrus
Yes I do
listen to her
Ready?
We are from one part of the globe
And he says, look

[Canserbero, Apache]
We are from one part of the globe
Where you can't have it with anyone
Even the stupidest can be a wolf
Asphalt jungle although it sounds trite
With echo they are fireworks, without echo maybe a nine
Cities, neighborhoods, streets and their codes
If they owe you, there are hitmen at reasonable prices, pai
Price decree from neighbor
In the raffle of death your number could be next
The next point in life you think about
That youth leaves like an avalanche and that's when you start
To understand that few things matter about the rest
And some pleasure for this short life is Can
Money and drugs or sex, weapons and money
And that has always been the case almost since the year zero
Almost the entire country is ghetto
And when night falls the oldest profession puts up a compa sign
The street is heavy, you have to walk ever ready
To sow love and peace, asphalt is sterile ground
Nobody even gets involved to help the lady, they rob her alone
Because anyone has a gun
Cities, cities and their inhabitants
Monoxide, horns, it's horrible everywhere, huh
However in the eyes of art
The graffiti that damages giant fences is interesting
Like shitting in the name of all authority
To tell the truth, his salary is dissatisfied
Incites them to blackmail and defraud
Making it transform the name
To the Underworld with Uniform
I'm from where you from, different lands but yes
Our streets evoke ninety six rap in black and white
Where even I celebrate when
The perpetrator of some horrendous crime is put through the brain
We all want peace but we are fed up with freedom
Command in the heart of the asphalt
The city knows what I'm talking about
The street is an abyss
Where we ourselves are God and the devil

[Canserbero, Apache]
The street is heavy, you have to walk ever ready
The street is heavy, you have to walk ever ready
The street is heavy, you have to walk ever ready
Ready and prepared for whatever comes out, every
The street is heavy, you have to walk ever ready
The street is heavy, you have to walk ever ready
The street is heavy, you have to walk ever ready
Ready and prepared for whatever comes, every

[Apache]
We are from one part of the world
Where life is at risk all the time
And if you don't take care of it, you lose it in seconds
Where you do whatever it takes to get a ticket
And if you get into where you shouldn't, you go and commit yourself
This is crazy, but we're used to it
To see groups of teenagers on a corner, shattered
Already at 14 you see them with slanted eyes
And at 15 they already walk sideways and are well pulled
This is like this everywhere, in developed countries
There is always a place, a ghetto that is more overcrowded
The façade at its breaking point, some flimsy houses
During the cool day and at night the manger is lit
People walk with a little adrenaline
That when they pass by a chapel, they go and cross themselves
This is from Monday to Monday, the smell of perfume garbage
Precarious areas in the area and the daily routine consumes them
The street is heavy, you have to walk ever ready
So that you don't have a bad scare and then don't get a beri-beri
Nobody gets involved even to break up a fight even if they are your friends
Because anyone takes it out and clicks on it
But within what is possible and known
That you can survive by wearing it softer
The key is to get away from the negative environment
And transform all that energy into something productive
As the one who focuses on meeting objectives and being constant
Or the student who strives to be someone important
The father of the family who stays awake
To go out the next day and move your loved ones forward
Although before things were not so spicy
Now we're all in the same cage running around like a hamster
The only thing left is to adapt
Or hold on to the hope that one day all this will change

[Apache]
From the slopes of the volcano The Fifth Dan returns
AP apa in the papyrus in complicity with El Can, real
Definition of what they call another level
Those who never will stop raping, this is forever
Rebel-day that runs through the bloodstream
Some geniuses who have mastery in this matter
The rest of the scene is pure whale songs
You already know what comes around when the river sounds, they say
Who sees this black man and the Peasant on stage?
It's like watching Robert De Niro act with Al Pacino
I think we're still doing fine
While you don't paint anything here
You only raise dust on the road
This way you won't get anywhere, you better stay away
If you don't break it, you are not a class apart from this banner
We have the responsibility of bringing you what is good Hip-Hop
So that in my country they respect our art, jump
And do something for the cause, you better contribute
Improve that attitude, that attitude already cuts it off for me
From above you can see that this doesn't matter to you
And you're just here trying to get someone to bite you
But nei, they can't with AP a., Willie Mays
While you want to shine we walk in the Backstage
Taking a break to give the public a good showcase
Like the Miami Heat does Dwyane Wade with Lebron James
Listen to the Warriors
Let the adversaries step aside
That we continue to elevate our neighborhood
Here inside or outside, we continue to break down barriers
And crossing borders, Pride as Miguel Cabrera
There is no way to copy or knock down this tumbao
Every time a good Background plays we come out more appreciated
If you want to play on this field you have to be careful
Or the ball bounces and hits you in the head with a bad bound

Is Oldtape, APA on the Papyrus and Can Can
From Maracay-La Pica with Las Minas from
Is Oldtape, APA on the Papyrus and Can Can
This is rap from Venezuela and it sounds ra-pa-pam-pam
Is Oldtape, APA on the Papyrus and Can Can
And all the people who support good rap, tell me where they are
Is Oldtape, APA on the Papyrus and Can Can
Yeah, oh baby listen

[Canserbero]
A long long time ago in a very remote place (two)
Riders of death united so that you
Listen to crazy rap for your mind and not for your faces
Giving another test for them to drink from the elixir of monster rap
There are too many scars on my face
They cannot be seen in photos, because they are not on the skin, they are in my brain
I'm an insane motherfucker, know-am-sayin'?
Let only my friends think about my defects and virtues, okay?
I am the termite on your temple, the centipede on your feet
The Canser in ignorance, AKA tyrone Jose
It seems to me that sometimes they think I praise myself
And that's true, but to see them upset is what I do, come on
I have a drink, I ramble, I turn on the radio and I turn it off
Because if I listen to more than one current song I shit myself
I hate to generalize, but we're clear
That if in the sand we stand in lyrics we will kill them
Wow, I love even my haters
Because they make me feel like Kobe Bryant when he dunks the Lakers
If you want rhymes, take it, present mental ability
The author of Life and Death, infinite ranking
It's Can Can that's here
Why so much chimbo rap from the north if in the underground there are those who talfi?
From start to finish I raise and drop new doubters
I'm not going to hide your ego with your tongue
I carry a greater mission
And it is to show that music and poetry are not a game
I struggled, I struggled and I will struggle until I live
If I live to be long, I adhere to the belief in science
I bring you hip-hop straight to the psyche
Rebel like the hippies, controversial like Nefertiti
In this hop and hip-ee thing we are explicit
Apa AP with Can Can, La Pica and Las Minas City