Verso Terso

Smooth Verse - Cultura Profética

They call me the verse
I come clean and wrinkle-free
Adverse to those who want to see me converted

They say the lyrics of my songs are very strong
For a mass that doesn't listen, just dances, just moves
They want me to follow that model
Lots of promotion, but a very crackling sound

To put the foot on the gas, they're all good
But few know how to hit the brakes
No, well, it's just that today everyone wants to be first
But in every test I give, they leave with zero

They praise so much, that you have to put on a bib
So that the ego doesn't get stained with drool
And now it stopped, this man with the champion sound
Crushing those who write cardboard songs (Don't be scared)

If you find this train head-on, don't get mad and if you get mad
It's because you have to give more, observe well where you are
You are privileged to be born on this face of the earth
That has too much history, to be represented by the scum

The collective memory bleeds from the wound, but it's still alive and will remain alive, where there are ears, where there is a heart, documented in the champion sound

To be born with the gift is a blessing, not a pastime for me it's not a distraction
Pay attention to the tradition, Puerto Rican music an expression

And now it stopped, this man with the champion sound
Crushing those who write cardboard songs (Don't be scared)

If you find this train head-on, don't get mad and if you get mad
You have to give more, you have to give more
you are the culture, black, demand respect
If you want to represent, stand up for your number, you surely have more

Of course you have to give more
You are not what you have, you are only what you give
Leave mediocrity, if you can throw something original

They call me the verse
I come clean and wrinkle-free
Adverse to those who want to see me converted
If they know I don't let myself be carried away by that
I remain patient in the process

While musicality is regressing
Originality continues to lose weight
They have everyone confused with the facade
It doesn't matter if the lyrics never say anything

I give them for the presentation
A lot of work putting pressure
More, if they want to represent our island
They have to better support the track

And now it stopped, this man with the champion sound
Crushing those who write cardboard songs (Don't be scared)

If you find this train head-on, don't get mad and if you get mad
You have to give more, you have to give more
you are the culture, black, demand respect
If you want to represent, stand up for your number, you surely have more

Of course you have to give more
You are not what you have, you are only what you give
Leave mediocrity
If you can throw something original