Horizonte Universal

[rayka]
I just mess up every method, they call me the parameter translator
With just my calculations, I control time, on graph paper, precise
Big like a Lincoln Navigator
Omnidirectional sound, my voice hits are grammar detonations
Sunburn, unusual, mathematical rap, I’m static
While waves invade in every direction
Mission to rap to the death
Mission, recruit fighters, you feel my rap
Supervillains mess with heroes, that’s how it is
The first to mess up was Capaz Fernandez, and I’m next
I break through your flesh, 3D vision
Malaga massacre on your skin, that’s right
Apostles at my feet lost their faith
Look for me, I’m the one you can’t see.

[capaz]
You’re gonna know what it’s like to lose like Max Cady
I bring empty balls, leave you on long dialysis
Final analysis, our mortal antithesis, the world
I bring the emphasis, the salvation, we are the redemption of Hispanic rap
To put it plainly, it’s the call of other good groups
That’s how the game works, you know or not?
We’ll inform you, we’ll change your faces, we’ll talk later
Today I’m singing about these vampire violins
So chill, keep mentioning me
I’ll make your voices jingle
You’ll see what it’s like to go back to the fucking roots of rap
I spit my rage on this track
On the mic when I start, I hear Rafa, take them out
This album is unthinkable, indispensable, impeccable
See you live, dude, shit happens
One man army, Maxy comes in strong
So get lost, fake, wack
My audience doesn’t lie.

[chorus]
That audience usually doesn’t mess up
Horizontal universe, flat
Salt, tell me on the court
Besides, the rest isn’t needed
Today, what class skips
Horizontal universe, flat
Cata, talk to me plainly
Throw that dirty rat language.

[sicario]
Listen to my heavy metal rap and its lethal Leviathan structure
From the seas and their oceanic populations
Psychiatric clinics full of crazy rappers
The logo of my group showing up in their analyses
Yeah, ha, ha, snowboarding on the track
Strict discipline when writing
You can never mess with the sicario, girl
Missions assigned are to pick up Eastpak backpacks at the locker
Her form is a wicked Latina, different
Ask my nothing, it won’t make me extinct
What do you want to show in front of her majesty darkness
On vinyl, on compact, on tapes
Spirits of whole cars, Jess Franco, Roger Corman
Vampire warriors horde, they nullify your chakras
There are ghosts under ponds that resist like Sherpas
Keep me close, we get tense seeing their bullshit techniques
How their families suffer, because they’re not ours.

[supernafamacho]
Rent-a-supervillains, with Kingpin
Spain dream team, pain without end
What did you think it was, marketing?
You roll up your pants, keep showing off your sock
With that Tintin face, poor pimp
Your buckler without? Against my Mahou, faggot
You wanted to mess with him, from gorilla to King Kong
I have a gift, I’m a man on a mission
Just give me one reason, I’ll show you what mud tastes like
Snitch, scoundrel, dog, Cain, get in the ring
I’ll make you kiss the canvas, brutal zone and cream
No joke, Malaga, Madrid connection leaves you in a coma
CPV, speaking plainly, Kultama.

[chorus] (x2)