Un poco de estilo

Done is complicated, but I'm here now,
ask if I've worked hard, it's very difficult to impress!

How!!
In reformatories, forbidden to listen to me on the radio,
my rap sounds in the cars of the canis in your neighborhood,
And I'm not underground? Then what am I?
If one day I went out to the street to sell demos to b-boys...
but to real b-boys, not those shitty rappers
who go barefoot, without a crew, and ask for war behind your back...

How!!
Of course, it got to my head,
the thought that if I stand out now,
envy will knock on my door, but not Ah!...
Fame and money, buddy, don't confuse me.

How!!
I wasn't born in Brooklyn hey I'm from Los Pájaros
this is Spain, watch over my vandals
now talk and talk, paint, there's nothing else to talk about
I'm responsible for the canis now listening to rap...

CHORUS
They move forward, always ardent, against the current,
look inside me, I'm still on the same path,
Powerful rap, imminent quality,
shine like the sun and in every step it's latent...

My mouth spits shit, your ass spits blood,
it's not casual, it's normal for emcees with little blood,
Cold, anorexic morality, like wires
That's how you're doing bad, like bees without a swarm.

Where are so many kids in disguise going, it's not carnival anymore
Do you think the fabric of that clothing is magic
and will teach you how to rap?
It's Pull&Bear&Nike, my style on the mic
A classic neighborhood, like a junkie, pedaling his bike
That's how easy it is, that's how simple
I take care of my verses, rapper you take care of your image
Realize it!!

Judge quality, but never by image
It's easy to invent, reality is backing up your lines
If they don't do it that way, if they don't know, if they don't understand the system, the way
If they don't respect their own person.

I bring in my sound, the vaccine for the clone disease
So you don't shoot so many knives if in the end you're a coward
Anyway, your bullshit is over,
I'm the stop to your lies
Like the calm to the attack
Liters and plagues, low neighborhoods, Los Pájaros
L-O-K-O baby, back to work!!

CHORUS
They move forward, always ardent, against the current,
look inside me, I'm still on the same path,
Powerful rap, imminent quality,
shine like the sun and in every step it's latent...

Today I'm the last sentence of the book you never finished
Eternal burden on your slope,
invisible when there's no contrast
Real emcees don't dance on a stage
You offer me a choreographer, I prefer this pen.

Be clear, the most expensive masks endorse you
Pass the fake face, the mafia
In front of the mic and they applaud
It's not easy to be what you seem on paper
The Nike cap is not a crown and the springs can break
Ephemeral trends.
Sincerity as dirty as a mop
Underground rappers lack basic notions
My case expands, style my blood
I bite your mic
Incredible verbal juggling
it's real street rap.

You hurt me man, this won't end like this
It's hard to decide how to impact as emcees, in your deficit
Missile to your mental crisis
I see you fragile,
Not agile
And that's how I know your hits dominate
I know weakness was always your ability
Clearer, you'll tell me no,
that you practice rap as exquisite rhyme
lie!

If you minimize the meaning of rap
to give or gift to the masses that sooner or later
It's clear that they'll pass over you
Do you think that's how you'll reach the top
Pieces don't pass, you pass everything to avoid feeling bad
all normal?
You know you're wrong, that no matter how much
you want to make friends in this
Everyone will turn their backs on you
Watch as I aim and shoot
The style I weave, leaves you amazed
And wanting more, to hear again
This track is out of your hands,
Authentic Sevillian rap
Loko, Haze, Caso, Caso Aparte
Bring me a bit more style
It's clear!

CHORUS
They move forward, always ardent, against the current,
look inside me, I'm still on the same path,
Powerful rap, imminent quality,
shine like the sun and in every step it's latent...

Well, let those who want to take offense do so, I don't care
whether they come from Madrid, Barcelona, Triana or San Sebastian
I'm underground, not commercial, independent or multinational
what matters most to me is that it's real
And what I really want is that
I'm possessed
because in Spain once and for all
Hip-Hop is known for what it is
An alternative movement, a culture or a way of life
But nothing to do with commercial projects in a suicidal way.
Keep thinking like the Americans to become famous and make money
I'll continue with my parents calmly watching Quintero
And you can't be on both sides at once
And you don't see it and that's why pom-pom-pom
That's what sounds in your head
That I like the down and the take traka
I like dj down, the one from the plate...