Sonido Inflamable

When a style ignites, it’s never too late
Or too soon, it’s the perfect time
Making waves with musical projectiles
Spread among kids like illegal substances
These are forbidden melodies for static minds
Two H strikes back with these tactics
Better to die on your feet than live on your knees
Like guerrilla warfare against the system and its nightmares
This is how I arrive, but I bring the rage inside me
I unleash my energy, I feel it every day
And I can’t stop it now, even though I know there’s no way out
I might gamble my life, I’m not a lost soul
I don’t know if I’m a crazy person in a world of sane folks
Or if I’m just sane living in a world of crazies
The truth I don’t remember, though I know we’re very few
Those of us who think this way, but who are the crazy ones?
Those who spend their lives without stopping to think
Or those who spend their lives without stopping to overthink?
They’re different paths, though they all lead to Rome
And that’s why I express myself, even if it sounds like a joke
Keep talking when they’d rather be listening
Street chronicles of hopes for new eras
But anyway, I’m already used to
Feeling unique and strange next to the people around me

Let me speak with my inflammable style
Let the world not be silent and let our plan not fail
I’ve always been noble but I won’t be nice
It’s the sound of the street that’ll make this explode

I’m not in a rush to conquer my goal
I know I’m not a god, I can’t change the planet
But I have a strategy, I have a perfect plan
For now, it’s a secret, but you’ll see its effect
Two brothers in effect giving it their all
We’re not gods, we can’t change the world
But I’ll keep fighting so that in no way
This planet changes, our restless minds
I’ll infect the communication networks
I have control of the system, it’s time to take action
If they invade us with lies on television
I’m the virus that spreads and destroys your programming
We’re the plague that spreads among your population
Creating anticipation, awakening the illusion
In a new generation of dreamers
Full of hopes for better times

Let me speak with my inflammable style
Let the world not be silent and let our plan not fail
I’ve always been noble but I won’t be nice
It’s the sound of the street that’ll make this explode

This sound is as feared as Al Capone’s mafia
This that rises and gets you high, it’s the production of the phone
At the front line until the world collapses
Feeding your vice, making this my trade
Moving past the dirty game, growing in sacrifice
Connecting the cables, networks and links
Invading the walls and silicon circuits
It could be the end but it’s just the beginning
This is the start that’ll drive them crazy
For those who don’t love it, so turn up the volume
Until it hits the max, let the corners open up
Make your neighbors wake up
With booming bass, incandescent rhythms
Optical supports, begging for our chants
So you can learn to take off the blindfolds
In this world of cynicism and so many mirages
It’s such a false world that sometimes I feel alone
I believe in everything I want and I know I can’t always control it
Living among lies, religions, and interests
Without bowing my head, acting like I don’t know it
The world is falling apart, and I don’t understand anything
With that smile on my face, take that! A stab in the back
If people resent it and the falsehood won’t shut up
It’s clear... something’s wrong

Let me speak with my inflammable style
Let the world not be silent and let our plan not fail
I’ve always been noble but I won’t be nice
It’s the sound of the street that’ll make this explode.