Tripolar

Mental scars
A lot of anger since childhood
Circumstantial memories shortcomings perseverance until
Envy
Of those who just by being born already have everything, this is 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 get tired of using the hammer to create
The future that I would have wanted as a child and I did not humiliate myself
Before any being even if I'm wrong
If you don't accept my apology, hate me but don't touch me
I am a Don Quixote, my themes are pages from my diaries with
Which several dozen neighborhoods are identified
I have always been clear and I have been sincere, they say that I am

Bad but every brain is a heaven
Sometimes I'm calm other times cold as ice
But it is not easy to be Tyrone and also be Canserbero
I confess I have had moments where there is no conscience
A very drunk Rock song at one hundred and sixty
I select a woman who also walks without consciousness
To fuse skin
Until the night passes away
It's about balance between good and danger
To enjoy without harming third parties or yourself, I am what
Hip-hop elegant and passionate me 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? Time without looking for a rap muse
Almighty

Venezuelan flow to all over the World, Kaputo in the beat and
Canserbero in the voice
Hello how are you? Time without looking for a rap muse
Almighty

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

Step by step I advance with my mallet I displace so many
Clowns that look over your arm and in passing are false
The fact is that I get tired of toads that 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 nacos newbies
With sensible stories that I tell in my free time
I please, hungry for song, you are disgusting
I don't shake a powder, however, the guideline is
Therefore 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
Paper with my vocabulary
It sounds bizarre to combine a Kaputo beat with my
Lips
Who mastered the dictionary and I stopped in a bad mood I walk
Stubborn and I'm hot so please upload two to the player
Give me face is ass
Fold your brow and clench a fist and shake 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
Excite me
They incite me to talk about evil, they tell me that the devil is
What the world really needs
I am intelligent and I am aware that they lie
I listen to the beat and see colors that are in my mind
Immediately I light a cigarette I write without thinking
To then analyze what I write and notice that there are rhymes
Very pedantic humiliating burdens directed at those
My opponents are created
I immediately notice that it sounds brutal like a hit in
The face of a rapist in a prison and what can I do?
If I am a prisoner of art
I will never get tired of singing for 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 worst thing is that there are those who hear me and are influenced
Pa' then launch myself
What the hell is the mother do you think?
They don't understand that I dream of pro you, or is it that they believe
That the public is crazy, blind, deaf and dumb
I returned as my people requested le poète maudit AKA what not
It kills you it makes you stronger they say
That they will 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
Is now the time to change
So, people all over the world don't tell me you don't like it
I returned as my people requested le poète maudit AKA what you don't
This Latin rap oh-oh, made from the heart
It's Canserbero

I don't hear that rap that you say to mine
It seems
As Lil' Supá man says
Hey, Latino, many tell me that
Calm down, sometimes it happens to me but I don't understand

It turns me on when the bass explodes, the bass drum goes off
And like some natural tits in my face I get excited and he
Graphite writes out of nowhere
Won't stop now
This is how rap is heard when it is raw, each rhyme is as if
I hit you in the back of the head with a pipe, there was no
Way to stop my career despite so many who pray
To saints so that I die
Let the beat play, it's like for me
A lot of bitches wanna beef but no one do it like this
Kid and here I am
Like Churchill looking at Nazis break some beats and make
Some people happy when I grab the pencil my praxis
She is pure, admits no doubts, dresses naked, is served raw
I write for gluttony, calculate
Your main little 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 that I bet I'll do
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 he come from? There's only one lane on my road
For the real fo' that sing with me
I returned as my people requested le poète maudit (woah)
The poet maudit (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 it's Kaputo (I came back as my people asked)
Raise your flag high
Like I always say, yeah
Tyrone seeks an awakening
So that your people advance and Canser
A true warrior with the inkwell
Tyrone seeks an awakening
So that your people advance and Canser
Tyrone seeks an awakening
So that your people advance and Canser
Makes the mochadores rest in peace
underground hip-hop
Best known for Canserbero
The repeated question about the teacher's personality
Some reply that it is a ghost
Other than a prophet and some
Who is the son of Beelzebub