El Estilo Contraataca

Style............. Strikes back!!! (x4)

[Tote]
One, there's only one, like a father
my style strikes back as always unmatched
and it was in December when I came into the world
that thirteen brought luck
the talent entered deep, stuck like an earring,
don't breathe, don't ask,
if you want to succeed, photocopy my notes
although promises last little, I promise you,
headaches for which I commit
the challenge is lying down like the bumpkins
who can't stand my style due to lack of respect,
how modest when money accompanies you
dyslexic poets who deceive in their own style,
arrange, you know, skip eighth grade to talk to me,
I know who to stay with, begging won't help
while I hit you hard, it's always enough,
remember that sticks hurt less when hot
always repentant is the number one MC
rap addict and as if that weren't enough, cocky
see you later, it's time again when I arrive
the master of rhymes with claps and strong ego that
I want more,
I have everything good in life, my high school,
my rhymes, my girl, and something that hurts you deep
where are the limits of the freestyle circle
again,
only a few good men are left
minimum requirement, sing in rhythm,
very few can boast of legitimate style
and those who don't stand out, aren't worth it, have you read the
chapter
out of rhythm singing leaves you in ridicule

[Juaninacka]
And I keep going for friends and enemies,
express like a ray of light on the thick asphalt
who shares and distributes art every time I boast,
you feel my touch, it's the moment of impact
raw free strong style has already borne fruit
I'm not the substitute, I finish them in a minute
phrases disguise them, don't disguise the memory of the
scum
a B-Boy will tell you an ugly, non-romantic story
my point of view of the old or the new school is not
idealistic
it's realistic because I've been here since I was twelve
I know well how they treat you when no one knows you,
you know my bass league is too much for your team,
my hip hop a heavyweight
your radio is my domain when the hangover hits with Randy
on the decks, good times
Bum bang crack crack!!!
I bite the level high goals mind sharp
like those fifteen-year-old girls who look thirty
I'm not messing around, I'm messing it up
come to the store, I'm still the artist of the
benches where I hang out
and even if you dress up,
it's well known that it's bitter white chocolate
a classic, for me it's basic
telling you that I know that's how it seems I was born
knowing

Style............. Strikes back!!! (x4)

[Juanma]
The style strikes back, I return more brutal,
it's normal and you tell me who represents real hip hop,
The High!!! has the relay, I rebel, fly skies don't
touch the ground,
if I step on you, I blow you away with jealousy a titanic duel
my lyrics cause panic, like a satanic ritual,
metalheads, hippies coming with guitars,
I sing acapella, the high school flies
has sole on flight foot, rhyming I explode,
line by line, verse by verse I handle like a pilot to his
bike
unintentionally I defeat you,
another one has fallen, I notice it, I cause earthquakes
eeeee style strikes back I cut you
tell me who brought you, oh damn
I don't lower myself to people from the old school,
nor the new, I'm from The High School!!!
why do you complain, I have you in my sights
you reflect failure, you feel inferior
as time goes by you drift away
look and enjoy,
absolutely a lunatic don't argue,
tell me and disputes, prowess, roughness
beating you is easier than a two-piece puzzle

Style............. Strikes back!!!
Kill the bad rappers!!! (x3)