Mi Boca Es La Pistola

[Verse 1]

Pressure, all you want,
the pressure of doing everything my way
Prison the addiction without borders,
To the prison of the street and the highway
Impression always the first is the most sincere,
I'm just another guy
Pretty good at what I do and pretty clumsy outside
I'm the champion because the world is my cover
The reason on this planet is neither given nor taken
The reason always belongs to the one who shouts the most and invites,
This is not science fiction
Science fiction is the reason that shapes my verses as they are
Opinion everyone has one, I have no vaccine
for what they say that I live on the moon
Their opinion, I rock the cradle in my private club
I have the right to admission reserved
And the script written by me as expected,
In it everyone looks for an MC like me
In my script no one makes excuses, nor lies
It talks about the present and what you have in mind
In the heart is the source, one against twenty
Rap and connection with people,
is what makes us different
That and the vision that things are as they are

[Chorus]
They are as they are, that's how I solve the equation
Always from the heart, always from the heart
If you have to learn things the hard way
“My mouth is the gun, I'm going to fill you with bullets”

My mouth is the gun, I'm going to fill you with bullets
“My mouth is the gun, I'm going to fill you with bullets”
If you have to learn things the hard way
“My mouth is the gun, I'm going to fill you with bullets”

[Verse 2]

I'm a peeper, I watch life through a hole
The hole of a pocket without money
Little for me, for others the whole world
You live in it, I wear it as a hat
All I want is to be the champion,
My words are not imitation
They are an invitation to follow my path
You provide the stone, the paper, the tobacco, and the lighter
I get honest and things happen
I'm on, I jump from the fire, I fall into the embers
I got on a stage and moved the crowd
If I feel like a bum staying at home
I freak out when I get drunk, that's why I drink little
Because messing up for me is not the same as messing up for another
I might sell you the map of my brain
I make black music, I live off black money
Pay attention, I get along well with my peers
The situation is that they are also my rivals
It's the competition, recognize it, cousin
The situation is that we grab our dicks and measure them
Because no one wants to be just average
No one wants to be invisible like the air
Here the mission is aborted, find your own explanation
Of why things are as they are

[Chorus]
They are as they are, that's how I solve the equation
Always from the heart, always from the heart
If you have to learn things the hard way
“My mouth is the gun, I'm going to fill you with bullets”

My mouth is the gun, I'm going to fill you with bullets
“My mouth is the gun, I'm going to fill you with bullets”
If you have to learn things the hard way
“My mouth is the gun, I'm going to fill you with bullets”