Muestra de Talento

[Tote King]
Ok, listen Charlie Sheen here
It's 90, 75, and a few more, you know?
We're bad guys, Sevilla City, yeah, yeah, ok!
Subliminal messages in the head of the good ones
Look, you know how it is, man, we don't need grandma
Raw and dog rap, look, yeah, me, me!

There's a subliminal message in every word I send you
I'm in the mud, great in wars with Ando
I froze Han Solo's bastard in cardboard and took command
Causing lung cancer improvising
I'm adding 7-5 to Frank Tormenta's 90 kilos, you know?
On the edge of the bounty hunter, who's in the press?
Magical clippers, Jedi weapons
Plasma laser, your rap is the phantom menace
Excessive lack of lexicon in The Federation sets the bar low
Qui Gon's apprentices are like a clone
I wear fiber teflon, Spanish in tracksuit, chano
Worms rhyme this with their microphone on, typical
They're still stuck in the swamps of Naboo
my phrases pass quickly like the bus and make you bleed pus
Galactic couscous feeds the system
and Gun-Gan balls turn your brain into sand
See you in Coruscant, there I work as a mercenary for hours
Millennial MCs fall into blinding grenades
Fertile style like spores of you
What were you expecting, Tote King smoking hash with (..)
Hey, you wanna try?
I agree, my sick style isn't sane
but maybe I've come back from the dead like The Crow
Don't fool yourselves with your rookies
Shitty MCs, educate yourselves, may anemia be with you

[scratches]
"..I have what I have and I show it: talent.."
"Who's in charge?" (x4)

[Frank T]
Write rap to rap it, not to keep it
but to take it out, adorn it, be able to show it and capture the universe
Look at that sea over there, that's me
I'm in my element, I'm going to make the sirens tired of breakdancing
Just like rock steady, that's how I said it
Have you seen me in what movie
with flannel shirts in your place?
I've never been there, I know, I know you want to catch me
like P.J. Ramirez with nothing and a red corset
You know, always rap done with or without desire
With inspiration or without inspiration there will be sermons
Greetings to Doble V, I'm also a Genius
Let no one get confused, we already have an agreement
Greetings to Arsenio, Eugenio, Aurelio
for you if you're Armenian or African from there in the middle
We're in a good mood so don't go poking me
Don't be a party pooper or you'll end up getting paid
I'm always on the edge of the verse
the impossible rhyme makes talent indisputable
Listen to those who say my rap seems malleable
incredible, low caliber tastes
Be free, about tastes look at flowers
You can call me the man of 90 thousand kilos of pain
I bring you what do I bring you? Rap with thousands of flavors
You'll see when you try them, no one will stop you from crying

[scratches]
"..I have what I have and I show it: talent.."
"Who's in charge?" (x4)

[SFDK]
Always strong brings supreme flow
Playing with fire burns, that's why I play with fire and I burn
baby That's why I put a rhythm and train myself
Why not? If in this damn year I have no brakes
You wonder where so much class comes from
Well, I don't know, I can go barefoot and drink iced coffee
You don't know with but you know who, well, me too
Doing it well is the combination of knowing with whom
My style is fresh, not much
but I have structures that by now will dig your niche
Waste of human life and human garbage
bathed in puddles staining their hands like any pig
Follow the story of the red carrot
I fight for victory in my twisted trajectory
Shitty euphoria that fades away
when they spin me like a ferris wheel
and deceive me expanding my pay
The shit of the park doesn't forgive you
However, it forgets about you
for behaving like Jhonny The Sucker
Leave now while you can, it's advice
I'll give you a slap that will keep going around until it makes you old
Dog!