Tripolar

Mental scars
A lot of anger since childhood
Circumstantial memories deficiencies perseverance until
Envy
For those who just by being born already have everything, that's life
Some are born in flowers and others in mud, no way
It's true I'm a rebel but with a cause
My green eyes are tired of seeing red massacres
My hands never tire of using the hammer to create
The future I would have wanted as a child and I do not humiliate myself
Before any being even if I am wrong
If you don't accept my apologies, hate me but don't touch me
I am a Don Quixote my themes are pages from my diaries with
The one that identifies several dozen neighborhoods
I have always been clear and I have been sincere, they say I am

Bad but every brain is a heaven
Sometimes I'm calm, other times I'm cold as ice
But it's not easy to be Tyrone and also to be Canserbero
I confess I have had moments where there is no awareness
A really drunk rock song at one hundred and sixty
I select a woman who also walks without conscience
To fuse skin
Until the night dies
It's about balance between good and danger
To enjoy without harming others or yourself I am like
Stylish and passionate hip-hop I like a soldier
Only after you have fought
Venezuelan flow to all over the World, Kaputo en beat
Canserbero in the voice
Hello, how are you? Long time no look for you, rap muse
Almighty

Venezuelan flow to all over the World, Kaputo in the beat and
Canserbero in the voice
Hello, how are you? Long time no look for you, rap muse
Almighty

That's the sound of 90s rap that we follow
Doing here
(Yaoh!)
And now I begin with weight in the verses effort
My brains think from the beginning that's why I progress excessively

Step by step I advance with my deck I displace as many
Clowns who look over their arm and are also fake
The thing is that I get tired of toads with shoes and rags
They are handsome but they don't even smell a bag
They will be able to with this skinny, opaque me attacking rookie nacos
With sensible stories that I take in my free time
I please hungry for song you disgust
I don't rub a talcum powder, however I set the tone
So I don't want to cry if with my hardcore singing
I unleash heart attacks on geese that have me fed up
First round
Mike Tyrone in the ring like a satyr raped the
Paper with my vocabulary
It sounds bizarre to combine a Kaputo beat with my
Lips
They dominate the dictionary and I stopped in a bad mood
Stubborn and I'm hot so please upload two to the player
Give me a face and an ass
Fold your brow and clench a fist and sing this song
Made to feed my pride I hear voices in me
Head all the time competing with each other affecting
How I feel
They seduce me
They excite me
They incite me to speak of evil, they tell me that the devil is
What the world really needs
I am intelligent and I am aware that they lie
I hear the beat and see colors that are in my mind
I immediately light a cigarette and write without thinking
To then analyze what I write and notice that there are rhymes
Very pedantic, heavy, humiliating remarks directed at those who
My opponents are created
I immediately notice that it sounds brutal like a bat blow in
The face of a rapist in a prison and what can I do?
If I am a prisoner of art
I will never tire of singing in favor of what I want but
Today is a day when my manners are over and while
They appear, I'm going to throw soap at them so they can wash
The coolest thing is that there are people who hear me and are influenced
Then I can launch myself
What the hell do you think your mother is?
Don't you understand that I dream for you or do you think so?
That the public is crazy, blind, deaf and mute
I returned as my people asked, the poet maudit AKA what is not
They say that what kills you makes you stronger
What will they remember us when we die?
Not for rap but for what we dream (woah)
Hey hey hey, there's only one the way to walk
It's now time to change
So, people all over the world don't tell me you don't like it
I returned as my people asked, the poet maudit AKA what you don't
This oh-oh Latin rap, made from the heart
It's Canserbero

I don't listen to that rap that you say to mine
It looks like
As Lil' Supá man says
Hey, Latino, many tell me that
Calm down, sometimes I go through it but I just don't understand

It pisses me off when the bass explodes the bass drum goes off
And as natural tits in my face I get excited and the
Graphite writes out of nothing
Won't stop now
This is how rap sounds when it's raw, every rhyme is like
In the back of your neck you hit with a tube, there was no
Way to stop my career despite so many who pray
To saints so I can die
Let the beat play, it's like it's for me
A lot of bitches wanna beef but no one do it like this
Kid and that's where I am
Like Churchill looking at Nazis break some beats and make
Some people happy when I grab the pencil my praxis
It is pure, it does not admit doubts, it dresses naked and is served raw
I write out of gluttony, calculate
Your main song with my worst song, let's see if

You understand that you must withdraw
I am the yin, the yang
The beginning of the real the end of the artificial or
Whatever you want to call me
It's a matter of time
Kill yourselves for a position I bet I'll make you
Let them writhe even after death
My heart is made of stone
Shit runs through my veins and my feelings seem
Be on strike, come back
Where did it come from, my path is only one lane?
For the real fo' who sing with me
I came back as my people asked, the poet maudit (woah)
The Maudit Poet (woah-woah)
I came back as my people asked, (yaoh)
I returned as my people asked, le poète maudit, le poète maudit
It's Canserbero is Kaputo (I came back as my people asked)
Raise your flag high
As I always say, yes
Tyrone seeks an awakening
So that your people can advance and be tired
A true warrior with the inkwell
Tyrone seeks an awakening
So that your people can advance and be tired
Tyrone seeks an awakening
So that your people can advance and be tired
Make the loppers rest in peace
Underground Hip-Hop
Better known as Canserbero
The repeated question about the teacher's personality
Some say it's a ghost
Others than a prophet and some
Who is the son of Beelzebub