Vete A Casa (Feat. Tote King Y Kase.O)

Listen!
This is coming in hot, get ready!
Go home, there’s nothing to see here!
The Saint
Before this show starts, hit the bathroom,
because you’re witnessing the event of the year.
No matter how much you like rap, I know it can hurt you,
and even more if these four titans go all out without a rehearsal.
I know if I aim and shoot at the target, I won’t miss,
so take cover, my aim will be these rookies,
they’re just a few cats and sometimes I kick them with these shoes,
no contracts, no deals that matter in our stories,
come out and throw bread to the ducks in the pond, take a boat ride,
don’t try rap if you can’t beat my mark,
don’t come with that stiff vibe and a hard-on for lacquer,
I’m the firecracker that never fizzles while your tongue gets tangled,
and I never bought this creativity on lease,
even though I had the skill to put the top scorer in crisis,
I came off the bench for something very specific, believe it,
and the reason is simply to outshine the rest, so take the challenge,
don’t stay still, stiff on the platform,
looking at the tracks, you’ll never know where that train went.
Better not try it!
and leave it to the specialists, tightrope walkers of unexpected rhymes will lose you from sight.
Scatter, there’s nothing to see here!
Just a task, know how to bail to go home and not come back,
so pay attention just to know what’s happening,
and when this show ends... bam! and everyone goes home.
Tote King
I’m right, I’ll crush you, the skinny MC is back.
I’ve got a heart and a dog I never walk,
a Vodafone with no contract,
full of spit. I’m at the end of the first round with all my life and a nunchaku.
Baby, your flow is like Heidi.
I spit in the air and catch it, the Fairy’s profile is green.
I have waves of ideas that rise and escape into the sky.
Their fireworks only sound on the ground,
when I take flight and the fish bites its tail,
my rhymes spit mics, my bullets fire guns.
I play marbles with the planets and they make bank shots,
comets crash into the sea, creating big waves.
Go home, come on!
Here, no one’s in charge, and nothing slips by while I shine it up.
Happiness fits in my pocket,
we’ve got variety, we say: hey, dude, man!
If you sell drugs and get rich, don’t get caught.
I slip fat phrases under the caps of the rappers.
I rap, I see what they’re plotting, I’m cleaner than Dash,
They call me “To'terreno,” I’m the thunder like Flash.
Choose systems like Bill Gates!
I pass entrepreneurs through the skate’s sandpaper.
Scatter! Problems? They’re just from the plate.
Your DJ has claws and instead of eyebrows, a cat.
Chorus
Go home, there’s nothing to see here!
Everyone behind the line! Please scatter!
We’re not playing, go home, you’re being a nuisance.
Titó
I don’t care who you are, where you’re from!
False alarm, Kase.O, Toteking, ready for you to say: shit!!
Titó is here like Steven Seagal, I walk the same, just missing the gun, long hair, and a ponytail.
Pray, I’m gonna arrest you for being a smartass,
if you don’t connect and can’t see it clearly, try mushrooms or absinthe,
annoying you is no hassle.
With a bunch of punches, we’re sad beasts at all-star parties.
Your anger is this,
look me in the eyes, I don’t wear makeup like Marilyn Monroe,
I bring the flow here.
The beat is from Jordi, I have a lot to say for fun,
this album is an anthology.
Titó, acrobat balancing on a tightrope without a net,
just sharp pieces of videos, it’s for watching in 3D.
Whoever feels me loses level, I control you like puppets without strings,
I make sure none of you act here.
Deliberate, think, dine, go to bed, after seeing me.
Good luck to those who respect seeing this eternal being.
Listen to my solemn voice, you’ll never be able to beat me.
Try to win against me and you’ll end up kissing my ass.
Get the hell out of here, there’s nothing to see!
I just took out Van Helsing, without realizing I hit him, see!
Nothing to do against this beast like the Yeti.
I’m one of those who push the limits,
this hit is...
Kase.O
...light,
when I grab the mic and record or just try,
the crowd knows and gets moved,
Javier drinks and drinks even though I’m not thirsty.
Check it out!
I’m not number nine, I’m the champion,
the pantheon of your song,
like Sánchez, I bring the action.
Grab your share of my ejaculation, come on!
Toys on the mic for my collection.
I give you a lesson in diction,
my address: a bastard dot com and I’m God in my religion,
I have the gift! Where the hell are you?
You’re left dumb by my fucking flash.
My rhyme is perfect,
simple and direct.
My metaphor is also brutal when detected.
Searching for the nectar of the most hidden flower, I climb to the highest for the honey that conquers.
My muse is an artist and she’s very clever.
I’m the Pied Piper of Hamelin,
integralist of hip-hop: my freestyle is crystal.
Here’s the team that transports your niche to the crypt,
let me explain: there’s no method, no pride that can resist,
I distribute for everyone like a communist.
Listen! I terrorize, the samurai is coming,
I’m gonna take out MCs in a flash like sho-hai.
MCs of flesh and bone, unpredictable,
what I say, what I feel is untouchable,
if sensitive, so feel the kick, the snare, and leave us alone.
Vibe, Dycache, and Neas brought us more ideas.
When you hear this, go home! Start writing!
He gets to his notebook and what happens? He wants to die!
Well, let him die!
That’s what I’d want if one day I were a nobody on the fucking mic or anywhere.
Listen to my solemn voice,
you’ll never be able to beat me,
try to win against me and you’ll end up kissing my ass,
mine and my crew’s, I send rivers of cold ink.
Goodbye! Go to sleep, kids!
Chorus (x2)