Tararara

Back again, strong and proud like Rosa Parks,
I give meaning to the rhythm from the mic, here it sparks,
Creating power and smarts in your head, right now,
No room for boring styles, this is rap, no doubt,
Elegant singers of ballads, ssh, quiet down,
Now it’s time for the cultured brutes to come around,
Raw versions 'cause it’s raw, that’s reality,
Always strong but always pushing for more, you see,
Wanna see? Well come here and you’ll find,
It’s about never settling, always ready to grind,
And without a doubt, in this, I’m the ace,
You know how it goes, I keep it real in this space,
To the smart ones who act tough and all that,
I put them on parade, one, two, three, attack!!,
Innocent march, hey, come salute my flag,
Yeah, but the real ones,
Don’t end up saluting a flag you don’t believe in,
Or I’ll have to lock you up for life, no grievin’,
The beats of my tracks always round like coins,
And if you play, remember, both sides show the same face, mine,
When I rhyme, I leave a mark, unforgettable like Godzilla,
When I step in, I blow up jams like pimples,
When I train, I grow fast, almost instantly like envy,
And you know what happens? They get mad,
'Cause the rapper always ends up with the hottest chick, so sad,
Go to the kitchen, grab a knife, stab yourself, man,
It’s the difference, while they’re there all day with the...
And you’re still there all night with the tararara.

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And now the typical line, is it a bird, is it a plane? Nah,
It’s just me reppin’ Torrejon, ha,
And don’t look for it, no,
'Cause I’m the one who really has the dragon balls,
And don’t touch them, please,
'Cause I don’t sing, I do hip hop,
It’s one of two, look, you might think it’s cool or better,
But believe me, the dumb rap for laughs is over,
"Add a little flavor here, add a little flavor there,"
Nah, that’s crap, real hip hop in the scene,
Fake rappers are out, you know what I mean,
No 40, 98, remember, don’t get lost, don’t light me up,
Let’s keep the party peaceful, I’ve got enough of my stuff,
Alright, then, attitudes so pathetic,
Like staying to watch the lines of the porn flick on pay-per-view,
Fridays coded, hear the cssss csss and see nothing,
That’s the problem with most of those who talk,
Blah blah blah, like Nafa says,
But it’s easy, it’s in your face,
It’s the graffiti that decorates your place,
Clean the rage, you’ll see when you wake up in the morn,
How they’re painted again, no truce 'cause there’s no battle,
Mine always win,
'Cause no matter what you do,
It’s always gonna get dark,
You hear? It’s not the tiroriro, it’s not the tararara,
One, two, three...

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They’ve tried to bury me a thousand times, but they can’t,
I come back like Jason at thirteen,
With my crew WFN 'til death,
What I do is always say what I feel, you know,
I offer more info than the CIA,
'Cause that’s the trick I use, make my people strong,
Crowns for kings,
And laws to break,
To shit on them,
It’s been a long time, we’re getting older now,
None of mine are willing to swallow,
Here, all authentic, no dancers, no playback,
I watch them from above like a satellite,
They all jump and cause a scene after my cue,
Cry, while I’m going to fight,
I’m not satisfied with improvements, I always want more,
Back again, strong and proud like Rosa Parks,
I put my ass where I like, like Rosa Parks,
My actions create portions like Rosa Parks,
I take my place first like Adam,
I don’t let them rest, I force them to improve,
Competition tararara, let’s go,
Let’s give them more to talk about,
Now they’ll see what’s real,
tararara tararara tararara
Back again from Torrejon,
More rhymes, more noise, more, more.

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