Mierda

Oh! immortal poseidon, the one with the furious trident, I entrust myself to you in this difficult endeavor, make sure this sailboat reaches
Good port, allow me to carry out the designs of Aphrodite born from the waves, oh! Calliope, august among the muses, make
The garden bloom, bring the rhyme.

I've come to make the girls fall in love again, to make the guys furious, against the wall, I'm in front of a microphone, that
Is worth almost a grand, 'cause I've been bringing the style for 7 years now, I represent, I'm the shepherd of the god of hip hop, not rock, not pop, posh, fixed, rap only, blond tobacco and liquor bottles, it's a condition without an equanon, so check one, executing the shit that smells the worst in
Spain, my tribe grabs bottles and accompanies me, I went to cities, slept like a bum and now I'm in front of a
Table planning to conquer the world, with my demos I had control, the guys my age, looked at me like an
Apostle, I put my signatures in the Jesus neighborhood, from the school gate to the bus stop and in the neighborhood the jota,
They were always there, the best MCs and the best heavy groups, I have buddies, Ibarra is untouchable, not by fascists, not by
Rappers, rapists are huge, open your eyes to see, you must know, that without seeking battle in every rhyme I leave a corpse,
Look at my metrics seem imported from Sarajevo, rumba shoots bass drums and snares and everyone on the floor, no one dances, to
My music, unless it's by kicking the shit out of a son of a bitch, Nazi, racist, you're a moron I'm Jewish and proud faggots and
Lesbians, we stopped being silent and it was about time, if any stubborn fascist gets irritated, screw him and let us fuck in peace you
Want a fight, say it, you don't consider me a man, brat, I have the best style, my flow wreaks havoc on your turkey, 'cause, I catch
Monosyllables and here I nail them, I have these fucking amazing styles, each new flow surpasses the one said 2 seconds before,
Life steals pages from me, you can't imagine, how many tears, in this notebook, since the devil kicked me out of hell, I'm
Waterfall in rap number 1 in the thug style, masterful lessons, today I dream of chalets and bikinis, Lamborghinis,
Convertibles, because the mission now is to amass a fortune, live off the pen and sell records even on the moon, I seek respect,
Before money and I'm not the one who sells out, if my rap is fucking awesome, I believe all year long it's group of the month, see how
There's no one like me, like us there's no three.

Chorus: Shit! (rap solo) (rap and flow)

Verse 2:

My name is on everyone's lips and my body goes from bar to bar, looking for a crazy girl, to talk to, do you feel like having a
Drink? don't tell me, your friends only talk about clothes, do you like rap??? I promise you the most beautiful thing, go to a hotel if you want to
Uncork a bottle and drink champagne if you prefer to go see stars, I know a place what do you say?(I think your friends
Are leaving) to hell!!! rich girls don't want drunks anymore, I have more money than your military father you bitch, metaphysical rap,
Like an orgasm and in bed I can make a mess but nothing more, I've already committed all kinds of crimes, today
I look for hymens, melted in my mouth, like m&m's, now that I've cried for love, I know my places, golden bachelor,
Funk owner, poor rich kid, I can love better than Romeo, but a muse to the museum, is no longer an object of desire, I don't know,
If you understand me damn it, don't fall in love, guys and girls get this because you'll remember it, the best thing is to go from flower to flower,
Because it doesn't hurt and the one who doesn't keep love, then doesn't keep grudges, against himself, facing the cliff about to
Jump I was and an angel came from the clouds, told me it's time to go out with actresses and models, parallel skirt affairs,
To whiskey with ice, your brain will dry out through your dick, from so many jerking off thinking about her stop it already, and go out of the house
In search of thrilling adventures, horoscopes promised exciting changes, parties, rap music, groupies and fans without
Pride, that's why I don't include you in my plans, you must know, what my secret formula is, I take care of my grammar, more than my
Etiquette, handsome guys were never better and thank goodness(you're Kase.o from rapists?) how are you? the mic is in my hand
Unstoppable, you won't find a guy as sophisticated and accessible, on the mic I reach styles even from Frank Sinatra,
I'm the emperor do you want to be my Cleopatra? I like them big and so does she, tell me you're one and you can be
My friend, success excites me and you want my syrup? Javier Ibarra came to knock you down, I look for kisses, taste, mint gum,
Pretty faces, funk, 70s, rumba spins, Fridays or Saturdays all Morry say, there's no one left in the DJ booth, in one hand
I have the sun and in the other the moon, the city is mine, but at this hour I'm not doing well, with my heart under construction and my dick below
Zero, I go back home and the damn 32 doesn't come.

Chorus: Shit! (rap solo) (rap in flow)

Verse 3:

Fed up with MCs, who say they don't want to be the best, dirty asses, I don't give a shit about you, I do this shit,
'Cause I never knew how to do anything better, I wanted to be a cobra tamer, of moments they are, maneuvers, with you, envious of
Shit, run and tell them, I have the money and the fame and I'm not happy, why? well I've been looking for the phenomena for a while now
And I have plenty of reasons not to miss the time of MC Mr. Twist, pressure, DJ Potas, hardcore street, Ricardo, Vlazquez,
Liriko, brutal, like a gangsta squad, Zaragoza breathed peace, now the scent smells like a comatose patient, because the rot,
With the old school takes over, damn it and they take it as a joke and that's why the sado put a hematoma on your fucking face, Txema,
Leaving on time would have been useful, the opening in your ass would have been more useful, don't let anyone confuse you it's not personal
Just punishment with my whip a rap done so badly, tired of navigating between two waters, today I shit, well, I don't want to
Talk anymore, but if you've failed, don't blame hip hop, 'cause you've always done pop and mixing is
Camouflage for the lazy, there's no point in crying and the bad ones aim to improve, but not like Paco and Verbal, both
Worse, and Zaragoza on the ground, because of idiots and old people, hip hop gave me an ultimatum, for such a stain on my
Curriculum, in Chinfin album, luckily I grabbed your ergosum, I exist, I'm human and as such I make mistakes, but from there to being a sellout, there are kilometers, gentlemen, don't fuck with me, I've been rapping for a long time, because I reap storms, without having
Sown winds, tell me, who are you to evaluate me, MC stay away from here!!!! it seems like yesterday, when I prophesied the
Apocalypse, MCs doing striptease, in front of me, if you pretend, I speak among others of the one who manages, to be mentioned by
Me, as a son of a bitch in Spain!!! there's no secret, to be precise, I'm talking about Metro, real B-boys like you, don't
Deserve respect, because you're a fake son of a bitch, what the hell have I done to you, clown, is it my fault that you failed, look, I
Don't like your rap, it seems like garbage to me, but I haven't been blowing up, your career, what I think is that you're bad by nature,
When I say this MCs nod their heads, I don't care, this is personal, I wouldn't be real, if I didn't shit on your fucking mother
And then asked you how you're doing??? as you usually do, but well, that's up to you, to real B-boys like you, I send them
Gargle at Niagara and for nothing long faces now, crazy, never ask about us again, I don't give a shit if you mess up
The rice, that's why, always the same style and always the same voice....... that's how things are, dedicate yourself to porn, there make a fool of yourself, in rap no, please stubborn, we deny you the greeting and in the end you always end up licking our ass, as you see co, there's no match for your fresh style, kinship, being a jerk, you won't be the one with the most color in this, you make me irritated and speak badly,
Fuck, how can you be so stupid, I knock you all down like dominoes, my flow is famous, that's why Kase.o rhymed, who can stop me, nuclear heads, metros, to hell, not even in dreams, to you B-boys, I recommend distrust, I don't bring down those who don't deserve revenge, but the hypocrite of hip hop, gets stripped down,
I'm ass-fucker Ibarra, my neighborhood the jota, the shit!

Chorus: Shit! (rap solo) (rap in flow)

Verse 4:

Well, they were rapists of the verse, ass-fucker Ibarra, on the microphone he was, R de Rumba, making the beats, the scratches,
And you Metro, you should live your envy in secret, and stop talking about peace and dignity and shit if you're not going around
Blowing up every corner you go to, look I don't like having to do this, but I think all the MCs think the same in Spain, look
5...4....3....2....1....to hell!!!!!