Recuerdos de Chico

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These are memories of a kid, find us in the streets
Like the coke, the weed
I also have my crew, my gang, my militia
The vibe is like this, melancholic verses
For alcoholics at the parties. (x2)

Capable
I arrived from Brussels, eight years I spent there
The rest I spent it here
There the snowballs were giant for a kid
There in Uccle, in my class, they were all dark-skinned, let me speak
Rue Emille Ferron, Spiegel Saint Gilles school
My childhood was far from here
Looking at the school report, the year seventy-nine
Class grades, the balance of the third quarter
He is very active in rhythm but also very disobedient
Teachers often have to
Punish him, Rafael really likes his chair, looks at the world with his eyes
They said: damn, he doesn't really like the work
At that time, I was just a kid
Eleven car trips, two and a half days each
Awake watching the change in climate
You can't imagine how hard it hit
Using twenty creams
From a city of big cinemas to tapas bars
Incredible juices, the fence without gas, canned
Thank you very much for the heat and the water
Thanks for the slang that's unleashed here
Today I own entire cities
My style crosses borders
On the mic today I defeat anyone
Who would have thought, as a kid
That I would end up being your downfall
Impossible to catch, impossible to intimidate
It shows when I sing that I can't be reached
Today they really like the tracks from Hablando en Plata, your crew
We did it our way and we are the unique survivors from the south
From kid to psycho.

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Hitman
As a kid, they didn't let me do what I wanted
The teachers had it out for me
Your parents didn't let you hang out with me
Because it wasn't normal for a kid to have that unnatural behavior
I didn't like school, during recess I drew
While you played with stickers and soccer, I didn't like them
Now my friends are still the pencils, the spray cans, markers
Miguelito breaks windows, polishes coffins
I absorb your virtues
My teachers are the cities
Sunsets, sunrises in the streets
You couldn't educate me, rap couldn't leave me
Time couldn't stiffen me
I can contain myself but I don't want to, I never wanted to contain myself with people
Leave me alone, I belong to another kind of beings
I have musical orgies with beats and vocals
I mess around with passion, kids, bboys, we're not normal
I possess the most brutal evils
Special torturers
Professionals in pain
From suspense to better moments, you're fools.

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Rayka
As a kid, I thought everything would be this beautiful
All damn day in the damn street with the twenty bucks
In my pocket that my mother gave me
So I wouldn't lack anything
Not the chips, the gummy worms, the candies from Juan's kiosk
Those memories are incredible, you know, and no one will take them from me
Now I believe and see that life wasn't that beautiful
Nowadays you have to be alert to everything
That backstabbing hurts a lot
I propose to bleed out your hope if necessary
To hate you if you hate me and to love you to death
No masks allowed
Everything on the table and the cards face up
I am made of history, tired of going around in circles in this life
My fury piles up and my karma is about to explode
I'm going to blow up the whole scene with my grace
I'm accompanied on this mission by my boys from the big city
Even if they kill me out of envy, out of greed
I infect with the seven deadly sins
Like Rafael Fernandez and Miguel Angel Soler
I'm not 2pac, the only ones who will cry will be the angels
The devil will want to have me under his orders
But this old dog will keep rapping in the afterlife
I'll be indestructible, I'll be immortal, immortal.

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