Violadores Del Verso

Verse 1: kase.o
That my hand doesn't tremble if I have to grab a mic and cover you in shit and grease up to your damn ass, sometimes I win just by drinking a liter and coming back home asking: 'Who the hell is cooler?' I'm a streetlight hugger, a pilgrim, my ex-girlfriend told me: 'I see you very run down.' now I drink alone, sorrows float in the wine... tomorrow will be another day. (another same day). my song is sad like a damn ranchera, whoever is up there, listen to me: my body can't take it and there's no beer in the fridge. I'm thinking of fucking my teddy bear. Don't look! or get out of here if necessary. don't bet a damn penny on me again, shit. tears have no schedule, why the hell are you coming, bitches? why are you coming?
My brain is ready, I'm agile like a panther, I sleep with one eye open: I have enemies out there. hey! you have better ways to make a fool of yourselves. why the hell grab a mic, you sons of bitches? god wanted it that way. I'm an expert, I don't improvise. I'll die of overdose if necessary, to be a star. warning: if you see my footprint and it smells like paradise... it's because I was there yesterday, but eva kicked me out. kase.o you take hormones. to me and my brothers -what's up!- don't eat us. I'm the boss, every microgram a mic. zaragoza, the jota: a great plan stretch!

Verse 2: liriko
Unmeasured technique on the mic, the world is not a safe place either. Unmeasured technique on the mic, the world is not a safe place at all. I move through the streets lacking camera and action, only the devil keeps my conversation. the turkey keeps them prisoners, I infect minds with my fever, bad tongues don't deserve kisses. I brought rap from 2000, now guys walk in my image and likeness. when wit falls short, effort is not enough, only talent achieves the design. the sumun defines my opera, I handle the mic, you suffer my wrath, I leave satisfied with well-crafted rhymes, because only dissatisfied remain boyfriends of narrow-minded girls. understand, let no one be offended, they are just metaphors for those who don't understand. don't take my rap as a joke, praised like mahoma, only arrogance gives off my scent. living like a hero every second, difficult task was born to save the world. a turkey with a microphone is everything, I don't know solfege, I just keep the tone roughly.
What zaragoza has in its bowels, something burns in spain, rap moved mountains. it's just about being born with the gift, rapists are, never was one more from the crowd.

Verse 3: sho-hai
The worst of ours that I never dance would never be the best of yours or dream it people listen while silent when I speak improvising drunk sometimes something nice comes out times go by from yesterday to today and our plans improve fatten and culminate even leaving the rhythm I do it this big scare yourself when I square it up when in bars the air is unbreathable it's our turn men with endurance enter I look for a weekend of restlessness I look to escape what the hell do I look for blind in action rapists in action as it is necessary the prediction is fulfilled they never disappoint always keeping their cool and in my rap there's nothing constructive I just babble today dawns which is not little tonight I was the poet on duty and I'm having a weak day I don't kiss asses I just fuck them you supported yours and mine all the rest I wish you the worst of my evils to many that you suffer the most before leaving the world we are mcs among mcs I don't see god but everyone sees me