Fantasía

I want to see all the people up high who feel respect for this beautiful culture that runs through our veins called hip hop

In a fantasy, they said I’d dive in night and day
No one believed me, no one thought that today I’d be spitting poetry

In a fantasy, they said I’d dive in night and day
No one believed me, no one thought that today I’d be spitting poetry

This goes back many years to the resistance
Fighting for all my dreams, not getting lost in crime
You gotta walk to know and capture the real in any notebook
I never wanted to be just another face in the crowd, a pawn for the government
What I feel is eternal, I share it between books, night, and solitude
This is hip hop, clarity in the dark
My life was thought to be dead while my family stayed alert

When they knocked on the door, my mind and hand were awake
Ricardo, rest easy, you look bad, sometimes sick
Many women also said I’d rap with them even in my sleep
Too intoxicated at night while you cough, your heart beats, man
Not just the radio, the FM AM fears that I’ll burn them
In this culture, there’s no crown, no diva rapper, no half-star
And if they have a star, it’s a shooting star because they pass and leave no trace

Come on, kid, it doesn’t suit you, their humility isn’t in your DNA
Hip hop isn’t bling-bling, with bling-bling, hip hop loses its hygiene
And now it flies, hurt whoever it hurts, this is on fire
This is street hip hop, not runway music
With caution, spending my soles, I built my own school
If the concert gets canceled, no one leaves, and we light the candle
And now it flies, hurt whoever it hurts, this is on fire
This is street music, not runway music
With caution, spending in my own school
If the concert gets canceled, no one leaves, and we light the candle

I’m a rapper, my family and the hood saw me rise from zero

Sleepless nights in the shadows, now I’m among the top
But respect, that’s not my goal, it has no label, my face
My recipe is discreet, humility, or else you’ll choke on it whole
Better wait and chill with the dude from the mountains
This beast came to put rap culture among the best
Serious matter, it’s no mystery, it’s an empire of criteria and serious stereo
I leave poetry on the street in case I have my eternal date with the cemetery
I’m neither more nor less than you, even if you call this small stuff
I represent a beautiful culture of real people and their struggles
Call me whatever you want, at this point, I swear I don’t care
What could interest a sick person who lost their mind for the love of hip hop
On this path of bad things, more good than bad
Less corruption, more rap on the streets, more poetry, less bullets
For many, I’m commercial; for others, my music is underground
I’m gonna keep hitting hard like Uncle Hector and all of Fania

In a fantasy, they said I’d dive in night and day
No one believed me, no one thought that today I’d be spitting poetry

In a fantasy, they said I’d dive in night and day
No one believed me, no one thought that today I’d be spitting poetry