La Rebelión de Las Máquinas

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The Machine Rebellion

You're gonna eat my shit, shut the fucking mouths of a fucking
Time emcees come to quench your thirst with piss,
Me and my buddies came to conquer your asses,
Girls prefer emcees, I'm a poet, not a thug,
I live in Zaragoza, things are different here.

Not ton-ton, we're not from the same old bunch,
I'm talking about more passion and less fashion, champ, champ.

This is how I do it, I don't leave my mind blank
Not even when I shit, baby, don't deny it
Your fear will be an obstacle for me to eat
Everything you shit out of your ass...

Ass, don't pretend, shit is shit with
Or without blue eyes, this coprophage of scatological rap
On purpose of success, I'm Kase-O,
Since I started denting mics, there was no style
Resistant in the whole district, it was written.

It's written, my favorite group speaking plainly.
Eat our little poops, cuties...

Superior biomechanical mcs carry sharp scalpels
With laser beams, they store android phrases in containers,
They control asteroids with the buttons of their joysticks.
They collect thyroids, integrated circuits
They free themselves from digital plates.

Endowed with genital supermodels are like the latest mini-blenders
With even sharper blades hitting your jaw
And coming out through your armpit
They don't devastate the room, they rather season it.
Palaces of flesh build spiked balls
They influence you to make good rap, not to be ripped off, to do it well.

The songs they sing to you are not worth their ideals, clarify
For their snail-like ways, we clarify.

I'm going to introduce you to the Sabbath parties, automatic throats
Spit out pentagrams, anti-domestic gangs
They leave you tetraplegic, the lyrics deserted streets
Energetic unions of mcs

Only if, yes and only yes, I do keep my word.
If and only if you accept this role, we hid the sun,
They just want to hear this apostle again,
They know I'm the big guy on the mic because I overflow
Explain it to the blind and the deaf.

That we are as big as a trailer or a diamond
Any mansion for rent.

This machine was designed for this, I had no master
I just took my place, you are witnesses.

I spit rap with a rough look, with this face of few
Friends, I recognize the snitch like the rookie, to this dog
His sense of smell doesn't fail, I have respect and history
That's how it is...

Like a pyramid in Cairo, they watch me like
Such a relic with times of drought and this cold blood.
I set foot on the street giving the blow
Like the baddest ones, then catch them...

Feel me, hear me, touch me, face me, because it's been a while
Since I started to rebel, my fury multiplies by ten
At every moment, my programming goes from numbers
To red blood cells loaded with hatred.

I will unfold like no one else in every situation in combat,
I'm made of organic matter whose formula is atomic,
My molecules have the ability to reproduce
Themselves so that anyone who tries to destroy me
That a hundred thousand Juan Peraltas will come to screw you.
I will rebel with my army, your future is as dark as an abyss.

It was written, traced in destiny, drawn in the sky,
My phrases are poison, I stab you with my accent,
In the center of the chest to take out your heart
And eat it while it beats to the rhythm of this beat.
The rebellion of the machines, heads full of rhymes.
Above you, you and your damn gang.

We gather gangs from all the portals through
Postcards with chips, they are now our apostles
Raised among cables, surrounded by samplers, emcees will have
To ally with Pharmaton Complex, spray themselves with reflex
Hide in the speakers, look for some trees
And hang themselves with some cables, we are guilty
That children kill parents, we also made acid trucks overturn...
Brothers of evil.

They think they're Christopher Walken with a simple handshake
Cloud your luck. you'll have to hide because we will
Break you, cut you, rough area and rap just to calm you down.
Did you come to attack us with your corsairs?
I built mechanical tentacles like Otto Octavius,
We are 666, we come to mistreat you.
We are tail machine, we throw cans at the stomach.
For your own good, it's better not to get in our way...
I would also say that the mic weighs 1000 grams and that the seas
Of the groove we sail like sultans. we bite your temples
Who? the machines that say raise the Siemens...
Yea men some leave, think they escape, but forget
That they smoke and the tobacco machines will slowly
Eliminate them, Ironmans are no match for digging machines...
Human thoughts on the Hammond...
Talking about money is talking about talking in...

Damn with the magician is not knowing who to mess with.
Something is happening, we are dominating the human world
Obsolete but I am a machine of the future.
Arthritis due to lack of calcium in bones three in one.
Joke injects rust I've gone bad.
Chassis intact apparently only facade.

The inside expired yesterday.
I'm burnt out, I admit it must be because
The wear and tear of raising both elbows,
I don't know, I just know that a great magician in bars is the king
One of my badges is.
Distillers you are finishing me off
Everything so good how can I deny you my snout.

There I put it where there was a tube I take it.
Man with a big back insomnia in front of a blank page alone.
That's rap no more hate Nobel prize for a loyal customer
Sure for smoking all the cartons.
Even the machines of the same are polite and talk to me.
Your tobacco thanks you're welcome, a pleasure...

  1. La Rebelión de Las Máquinas
  2. Reyes Del Horrorcore
  3. Ultimas Noticias
  4. Whatcha Mouth
  5. Recuerdos de Chico
  6. A Sangre Fria
  7. Capitulo IX
  8. Celebraciones Sangrientas
  9. Dinero Y Prestigio
  10. Donde Te Metiste
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