RAPSINCORTE​ 51

[Part I]

I spit my rhetoric, Masonic shit
The moves I make defy logic
Strength for those who carry the flag, no matter where they go
The world’s a neighborhood, bro, everything's gonna be alright

I’m not selling you stories, just showing you talent
They want me everywhere like a five-hundred-dollar bill
I describe what I feel, my Latin vocab
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 love-hate vibes
I was raised in a madhouse with all the demons
So don’t mess with me

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

Yeah, on Mondays I sense the tunnel of text
And the perfect puzzle rises from my body
The crosses I placed have an effect, polish spectrums
And unite in this, people who saw the light like a downtown shooter

Yeah, it's a piece of cake, tss, I cover the wine
Golden knight, I rhyme, dig deep and hit the bank
Damn, A-C-R-U
I know envy ain’t blood-related, so send some love

I roll in beast mode 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, the gift from my God, ah

So amazing, terrible, incredible
I know because I keep surprising myself with my flow
I glide like Roberto Carlos
They want it and they try, but they can’t catch up, yeah

Pup-pup-pup
Pup-pup-pup-pup
RAPSINCORTE
Foyone, Doctor
It's the Doctor, damn

Spent on drugs what a damn Lamborghini costs
Got haters who think they’re Mussolini
Behind the keyboard screen, they’re Biondini wannabes
Listening to rappers with a Daniel Agostini vibe

With my gun loaded, I leave it empty
My girl always hid the revolver for me
I took shots at a couple of fools who didn’t get it
Rockstar life and that’s without signing with Lauria

From the land of tango, I’m the standout
When a 2x4 sounds like an Ithaca
Fat cow, skinny cow, and the cap slips away
Maybe ‘cause they always try to snatch a bale

If they want candy, I just poke the piñata
To buy their silence in case one rats me out
I always got my north, no cuts or hangovers 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 growing sun in my neocortex
In the most marginal, magnetic dialectics of Villa Angélica
Sal world, hoping for cold while they want to shrink my dreams
To metrics and polemics, algorithmic, statistics and numerics
So proud and Gemini, I’m shielded
By the strength of a bell, just like my friends

I bring pure shit in case there are doubts
The muses always dance naked for me
I don’t have good lines, I have raw lines
Never feared the dark in my neighborhood

In my veins, there’s no blood, now there's paint
I’m dying a graffiti artist making culture
Rapper in a frenzy, the gift of writing
Whenever the tune changes, it distorts

I give faith to my genre, never compared with that gigolo
Your idols are in limbo, mine heal my pain
Latin, I rebel, hit the mark and generate tremors
Skate in that circle and today I watch over my surroundings

I win even when I lose, that I caress and bite
I like to spend when I’m broke, that’s why I’m in debt
Hip hop saved me from all charges, I’m absolved
And when problems arise, I step up and resolve them

[Part II]

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

I’m not really sure about algorithms, I make rhythm in verses
If it comes out like a pine tree, it’s all pine with no effort
Know that I’m a pig, I’m feeling small, zero pressure
Those who gave their contacts, if there’s no touch, I don’t push

Some spiritualists later poison it
I’m the one who stays to hold it down when everyone else flakes
Since 2000 something, postponing it’s anyone’s guess
But in the end, time runs and I can’t catch up with my career

This is unfiltered rap, ma, nice and smooth
I’m here for a reason like the thing with the thing
I rap, then success in your warm night
And they die for a feature with the current hotshot

Pure love, unexpected
In a trance, I make hate feel tender, make love feel intense
They want to be the one and don’t know how to do it
I can't do two patterns, I make history with eight lines, woh

My unfiltered rap like the Peruvian
You got your passport stamped, and now you’re in Punta Cana
And even if you never went to Havana, you got three Cuban
You got it Mexicaneando, activating the scene

The Colombian tie with the Sevillian
Like a Turk in the fog, sees nothing
And even if the pair comes, even if Guatemala shows
I put out Francés love and spread South American cream

We live in chaos where the bad kids grow
Playing in hell, robbing since they’re thirteen
Friends don’t exist, they sleep on the innocent
For the money and the drugs, a lot of people are getting killed

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

They messed up 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
Listen up, don’t play deaf because I’m coming out on top

God told me: Everything's written, my favorite fisherman
I started as a crime and ended up with models
If my people are with me, why do I need you?
Now I’m back in Cutral Co like Diego went back to Fiorito

Without weapons or grudges, just cash, no love
I left my home young to heal these pains
Smoking by the window, hoping time improves
And a couple years later we’re here in RAPSINCORTE with Foyone

Argentina, Chile, Uruguay, Colombia
Singing releases everything that weighs me down
Puerto Rico, Venezuela, Dominican Republic, Mexico
We’re all on the same team, fighting in the same army

If the neighborhood falls silent, we’ll heal it like doctors
Distributing hope like a credit increase
I’m alive and for me that's already a success
And while I’m spitting bars, I show my merits, yeah

RAPSINCORTE 51 in the house
Straight from Argentina to the whole world
One beat, kids, po-po, po
Yeah