Tu Agonía

In this story
I don't attend classes, high school bores me
The reeke that equals recklessness
2 bastards on the mic, your agony darkens

I'm still in the game, years go by and
I always give myself to rap
From the studio directly to your ears
Together we went, we saw that rhymes make no sense
And your heartbeats, bastard, weaken, my style irritates you
The code is dynamite

Here comes the reeke along with the davo
Stay away from the mic, your rap sounds like crap
And no one takes my place no matter how many years go by
There's weed in the cup if you want it, and to the bathroom in the back
To the right, let's go, come on down
And get in line, only crumbs left

Irresistible, giving more than a damn kilo, turn it up, turn it up
And call it style, critical state, strict rap practice
100% Reke flow, unpredictable
Your death tires the symphony's imfar
I'm the one who with pure style plasmas your agony

In every song, in every step, it's just an attempt
I'm the strongest machine and they don't know the invention
You release music with instrumentals and I acapella
My lyrics alone fly and at night they keep you awake, Martin
I take over, I'm the boss in my own empire
My pay adds up in cash and I don't smile because I'm serious

Originals, I demand respect from criminals, music
Takes over without subliminal messages
It doesn't matter how I do this, just listen
I'm a maverick, confirm it, and I keep showing
My struggle, it doesn't matter who sounds
More or who is more recognized
I can also sound like an unknown author
We sound together in a simple way
Connected with the reeke, call it
Erick Mansilla
I come back with intellect, who would've thought
'What the hell, are you who you are?'
Bastard, I'm a master and I do wear the jersey
However you prefer, these are the rhymes
One from Guadalupe and with San Nico, the duo is formed
Rapping from sight and even with spoken style today I
Inspire, this mic and my messy room
The secret is that I have more than what you lack
It's called coefficient and my meter is the highest