RAPSINCORTE​ 51

[Part I]

I spit my rhetoric, Masonic bullshit
The moves I make defy logic
Strength for those who carry it as a flag, doesn’t matter where they are
The world’s a neighborhood, cousin, it’s all gonna be alright

I don’t sell you stories, just show you talent
They want me everywhere like a five-hundred dollar bill
I describe what I feel, my Latino vocabulary
We grew up in hell, I come in devil mode

I’m cooking those crystals in the lab
And that bitch looks at me with a love-hate face
I was raised in the asylum with all the demons
So don’t you dare mess with me

I’m with Foyone making unfiltered rap
I cut all the drugs and now I got double
Rolling with the gypsies and the good folks
If they talk too much, we’ll send them packing

Yeah, on Mondays I detect the tunnel of the text
And the perfect puzzle’s cockiness rises from my body
The crosses I put in place have an effect, they polish the spectrum
And they unite in this, people who saw the light like a downtown shooter

Yeah, it’s a piece of cake, tss, I pop the wine
Golden bishop, I rhyme, dig and come out to the riverbank
Damn, A-C-R-U
I know envy isn’t blood-related, so send health

I roll in style, cruising in my truck
Walking on the moon like the King of Pop
Brought a block, not a Glock, ain't got no plus
It’s just me and my voice that my God gave me, ah

So amazing, terrible, incredible
I know it because I surprise myself with my game
I’m rolling with the band like Roberto Carlos
They want it and they try, but they can’t pull it off, yeah

Pup-pup-pup
Pup-pup-pup-pup
RAPSINCORTE
Foyone, Doctor
It’s The Doctor, damn

Spent on drugs what a fucking Lamborghini costs
I got haters who think they’re Mussolini
Behind the keyboard screen, they paint the Biondini
Listening to rappers with the vibe of Daniel Agostini

With my gun full of bullets, I leave it empty
My girl always hid the revolver from me
I took shots at a couple of fools who didn’t get it
Rockstar life and I didn’t even sign with Lauria

From the land of tango, I’m the one who stands out
When it’s got a 2x4 sounding like an Itaka
Fat cow, skinny cow, and the cap slips away
Maybe because they always try to take some pack

If they want candy, I just poke the piñata
To buy their silence in case someone rats me out
I always have the north, there’s no cut or hangover here
And I do this for sport like when there was no cash (fuck)

I eclipse the sky again for unfiltered rap
New moon and waxing sun in my neocortex
In the most marginal magnetic dialectic of Villa Angélica
Sal world, I hope cold and they want to reduce my dreams
To metrics and controversies, algorithmic, statistical and numerical
So Orwellian and Gemini, it protects me
The force that produces a bell, just like my homies

I bring pure shit in case they have doubts
The muses always dance naked for me
I don’t have good bars, I have raw bars
I never feared the dark in the neighborhood

In my veins, there’s no blood, now there’s paint
I die a graffiti artist and making culture
Rapper with a knack, the gift of writing
Whenever the change tunes, it distorts

I have faith in my genre, never bought with that gigolo
Your idols are in limbo, mine heal my pain
Latino and I rebel, I hit and generate tremors
Skate in that circle and today I watch my surroundings

I win even when I lose, I caress and bite
I like to spend when I have nothing, that’s why I’m in debt
Hip hop saved me, I’m absolved from charges
And when problems arise, I put my chest out and resolve them

[Part II]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah
Woh, yo, ah

I don’t really know about algorithms, I make rhythm in verse
If this comes out like a pine tree, it’s already pine without effort
Know that I’m a pig, I’m feeling low-key, zero persona
Those who gave their contacts, if there’s no touch, I don’t force it

If how many spiritualists later get toxic
I’m the one who stays to hold on when everyone else flakes
Since 2000, I don’t know how long, postponing is anyone’s game
If in the end, time runs and I can’t catch my career

This is unfiltered rap, ma, nice and easy
I’m here for a reason like the thing of the thing
I rap, then success in your little nighttime warmth
And they die for a feature with the famous one of the moment

Pure love, inconvenient
In trance, I make hate so tender, I make love so hard
They want to be the one and don’t know how it’s done
I don’t know how to make two patterns, I make history in eight lines, woh

My unfiltered rap like the Peruvian
They stamped your passport and you’re in Punta Cana
And even though you never went to Havana, you got three Cubans
You got it by Mexicaning, activating the tana

The Colombian tie with the Sevillian
Like a Turk in the fog, sees nothing
And even if the pair comes, even if Guatemala comes
I put French love and let go of South American cream

We live in chaos where the kids grow
Playing in hell, they rob you since thirteen
Friends don’t exist, they sleep the innocents
For money and drugs, a lot of people are dying

Yeah, I keep spinning in the dining room
It’s that going through this moment is so moving
My homie knew something better was coming soon
Even when his family left him

They were wrong for wanting to find the big problem
Pokémon, all my friends are your supplier, ah
They’ve been hearing me for a while and act like they don’t
Big ears, don’t play deaf, I’m going for the best

God told me: Everything is written, my favorite fisherman
I started as a crime and ended up with models
If my people are with me, what do I need you for?
Now I return to Cutral Co like Diego returned to Fiorito

Without weapons or grudges, just cash and no love
I left home as a kid to heal these pains
Smoking by the window, waiting for times to get better
And a couple of years later, we’re in RAPSINCORTE with Foyone

Argentina, Chile, Uruguay, Colombia
Singing, I let out everything that weighs me down
Puerto Rico, Venezuela, Dominican Republic, Mexico
We’re on the same team, we fight in the same army

If the neighborhood goes silent, we heal it like doctors
I spread hope like a credit increase
I’m alive and for me, that’s already a success
And while I’m grinding, I show my merits, yo

RAPSINCORTE 51 in the house
Straight from Argentina to the whole world
A bula, guys, po-po, po
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