Me Han Contado

Ey, straight from the corner,
I got this beat that I painted with my rhyme spray can
Everyone ready? In their places? Say!
They've told me, I don't know
(They've told me, I don't know)
That there are souls in LPs
(That there are souls in LPs)
Music to dance
(Music to dance)
And music to think
(Music to think)

It was as simple as doing it again,
Feeling the urge to sway my neck to the tempo,
A heart pumping,
Sun in the veins, Hip Hop in the brain,
Kisses on the lips, poison on the tongue,
And that's how I live, bittersweet music,
Rhyming, hoping for the day I get used to it,
Dreaming and waking up facing
The feeling that everything should be better,
I wear underwear with names of people I don't know,
I get high with ink lines on paper,
When someone rhymes well, I get jealous,
I wish all the good topics were mine,
But still, I'm happy when they surprise me,
I could be a groupie if I weren't smart,
My eyes wander behind your miniskirt?
What do you want me to do?
I'm just a man, don't be mean!
If I had powers, you'd see how quickly
That new famous beat would disappear, haha,
I'd make them all dig a pit
To bury their magazines of fake love affairs
I was born under the sign of the bull,
This year I'll be 28,
I don't plan on fulfilling any other
What? If old age wants me
It can wait!
Perennial member of the young rebels club

How?

They've told me, I don't know
(They've told me, I don't know)
That there are souls in LPs
(That there are souls in LPs)
Music to dance
(Music to dance)
And music to think
(Music to think)

I ask for the stars,
I just want to breathe air that's unseen,
And food in the fridge,
Don't talk about pardoning Vera,
Let the planet's anthem be a bird's song in spring
I must be the dumbest guy on earth,
Because I don't understand what leads a country to declare war,
There are so many
Maybe because those who declare them don't fight them sitting in a room
I know I think too much,
But less than I'd like,
Too many problems,
That's why no one can sleep in this head anymore,
I'm thinking of getting a new one at Ikea,
My whole kingdom for a hug,
A piece of garden to walk barefoot,
The most important things are always the simplest,
Batteries for the discman, health for the family

How?

They've told me, I don't know
(They've told me, I don't know)
That there are souls in LPs
(That there are souls in LPs)
Music to dance
(Music to dance)
And music to think
(Music to think)

Come see me, my traffic light is green,
I'm a huge road with trash on the shoulders,
I still have people to mess with,
Although I'd prefer to talk about peace and love simply,
So, hit me with the beat,
Am I becoming a hippie?
Either way, you'll never see me eating a tab,
Serious man wounded with a mischievous soul
And now I'm out leaving one last chorus

Let's go!

They've told me, I don't know
(They've told me, I don't know)
That there are souls in LPs
(That there are souls in LPs)
Music to dance
(Music to dance)
And music to think
(Music to think)

All in line (Attention!)
I brought the sound for them to parade (Ah)
Don't get lost
(Left, left, left, right, left...)