Desdel Final Tekafran

I know, I know, many of you want me to shut up
90 kilos loose with my rap in semi-song
What's my name? Say it again
From the end Tekafran
Mic in hand, in front of the TV
and few are now pretty or peaceful images that
console me
The good news you're waiting to hear
that Madrid or Barcelona have won today, look at that
smell
Possible, the countdown has started, I'll
move forward
Don't get up, listen to me this is important
The world is not mine, my feet are under my feet
I would rather say Would you follow me if I were a guide?
If like Gandhi, Malcolm X or Luther King to the
limits
made you scream Who are you competing against?
Think, then exist, now focus on the microphone
warning of danger to thousands of cops and deacons
Quiet server resting in the inhospitable
mountains
Having a new diagnosis, going incognito
and making bad purposes of neurotic fascists
racists we don't lose sight of you
Who could think of poisonous hedges hidden among
the flowers?
Do you follow me rappers?
Mosquitoes could now be immune to Raid
Even some answer you, don't turn the other way! Ouch!
When you have put thousands of curves and in format
written
Those cretins bring up my name as if I were an
outcast
Xenophobe now repeats my gallant name
Backwards in Berlán from the end Tekafran

What's my name? Say it again
From the beginning Frank T from the end Tekafran
(x4)

It will get dark, yes, like every day
You who thought the sky wouldn't make poetry because
of me
It would join with the waters of the rivers and seas
forming great hurricanes, so I don't think you'll win
Even if you slept by my side you wouldn't know where
I am
They can't see me like Nafa, Rango and Swy can you
believe me?
I'm that kind of African who takes your jobs
and brought you millions of infections
Look Martinez cover yourself, resign yourself
I can withstand shots from X'isians aimed at
you
Enjoy the copper, cobalt, flowers and skin
of that land that is dying of thirst by the minute
and no one in a hurry and no one warns you
They cook it, they eat it
even though they eat nothing, they postpone
Maybe if I close one eye the truth would be softer
if I may say that it's still very normal for me to talk
about this
The bird that flies the fastest, the fantastic car
From the micro fanatic making it classic and
practical
If in Hollywood the jumps and kicks are controlled by
Jackie Chan
in hip hop this is written by Tekafran

What's my name? Say it again
From the beginning Frank T from the end Tekafran
(x4)

[scratches]
"...weighs more than a thousand kilos..." (x7)