Espectáculo En La Cancha

[Zatu]
I could never see the stars because I didn't want to look down,
the low flight didn't attract me,
but the line below did,
the love for work and the mother who brought me,
give me the suit and the rod and I bewitch you, I crush you, I squeeze you,
in rhymes thrown from the three-point line.
I talk to you about boards, don't multiply,
let me explain, let me release you,
you want a challenge,
give me the mic and Nike might tag Nico today,
here, tron.

[Niko]
Break the language on the court and give a show,
ridiculous, there won't be a magazine that reaches my calculation,
about my habitat, hold on to the hard tentacle,
that touches your ass, that only does raw rap...

[Miguelli Sanz]
Rough, with the broken language I flow,
I exclude myself from the group, from the murmur, I continue tough like a mule,
I keep watching the neighborhood like an owl, I act,
my soles still in contact with the hard ground,
my sneakers make contact with the court (game)
and the sharp sound of my soles in contact with the ground,
makes you able to capture my movements,
there's no third without second, nor second without first.

[Zatu]
They will fall now,
when the broken language arrives, they will leave,
because they bring rhymed ink that will stain them,
like the ganja will hook them,
will calm them, my people flying will dunk in one jump.

[Niko]
They will tie the loose ends, fears will awaken,
there won't be a better team, they will slam in your fucking face.
Pay attention to the play, there's no referee that can stop me
and while the cheerleaders spell out my name.
It's already a habit to stay at the top, three men,
good style create, those who hit you, those who hate you,
you won't know more no matter how much you read,
everyone already knows that a crushed face is my only joy.

[Miguelli Sanz]
I destroy court boards with the broken language,
I catalog it with five golden microphones,
I eat them, I give little to the show-off, sly fox, I erase him completely
I will reach the unreachable red horizon,
broken language, hard as a kick in the balls,
I carry broken verses from the mic and I go out,
broken language, hard as a kick in the balls,
the game is over if I explode the broken board.

[Juaninacka]
Another B.B king bboy putting flow in his blues,
they can't beat me even though they could beat Jesus,
it's my mentality, how do they want me to lose
while I walk down the street with shit in my headphones,
I'm spending the day and it's not that I don't believe in anything,
I believe in my pockets and in every puff,
a move is a play,
and I don't play because I'm not new,
I demonstrate it and prove it,
show for breaking the schemes,
this show is not like the others,
a new theme is a new problem,
a new motto, Juaninacka is on stage (and what else),
here are my flashes by beat,
one, two, three, four, I rhyme with the best,
DJs since nine, it's the 17,
the 41-100 is action, this hits.
I represent with my bones, with my excesses,
from the highest to the lowest I come out unscathed
that's why even though there's stress in the street I don't stress,
that's why I endure, Maria mantle, that's why.
Pause for a moment and breathe,
if you're in the spotlight,
you're between the bow and the lyre
and the spotlight is my life,
I come for revenge,
another bastard with baggy clothes is on the court.

[El Tralla]
The game is won, it's mine, assholes,
because I have the champion of champions team,
El Tralla with La Alta Escuela, what else do you want,
I love it, you hear it, you fuck up, I know it hurts you,
La Mala, La Gota Que Colma and El Ingeniero
tie the rope hanging from the pole to the neck.
And you want to surpass me and beat me in the race,
and you climb a step a year, I climb the stairs,
I have millions of ideas for a fight,
and everything is easier when planned,
opening it well, showing that you're good,
let them know down there when they can't stop the neck.
In this game I have an ace up my sleeve,
something powerful is like a knife,
defeat the bad guys, win no matter what happens,
everyone wants to be like kings of the party now.
Imitations, you know it,
they're faker than my Calvin Klein belt,
the star shrapnel is what I like
from Cuatro Caminos to Santa Justa.

[Juanma]
With the 23 the rap player attacks,
the style counterattacks on the court,
the revenge, the avalanche of MCs with baggy clothes,
we no longer go hand in hand when the Surgeon has the plan, okay enough,
my gang cracks you, you attack in your shit until you crush, plaster,
I'm the best, this is my house, eh.
Writer, poet, an athlete,
you at the start, me at the finish,
I the A and you the Z,
my lyrics challenge, give me,
fame and money, I don't want to be infamous,
I have plans you know!
It's my planned move in every formed throw in no time,
entry that starts with force, it's art,
I don't want to see you dead, I want to kill you.
I do freestyle, I launch missiles, I kill civilians by thousands,
tell them my caliber, horrible, terrible, that's fearsome,
aha.
Dude, you never resemble me,
Randy, come on, rough music, almost rustic,
JM comes, entertains you without acoustics,
I go on stage, worth the diary,
no messages or that you come from a calvary in your neighborhood.

[Toteking]
Between elbows, bruises,
crippled arms, periods and commas, press,
don't dope yourself with methadone, ignore the referee, what a parasite!.
Like Maradona, bad habits fascinate me,
in the wide court my revenge doesn't stop,
from Coria through Pino Montano to La Macarena the tall men arrive,
with kangaroo jumps, those who show good lengths on the field.
It's marked when leisure is business,
I divorce from the hobby, from the hobby, now I throw the dice.
My vocation told me son
the profession of a bullfighter is not for posh people,
it's like the buyer who becomes a regular customer day by day.
Like a lunatic I train, I pound the son on the track,
I have a show daily,
secondary actor, in my immaculate drama, I continue sleepwalking.
I like to write songs while I dream
and I show my balls like Butragueño,
my fame is known, my life, for the effort,
I frown, I dress for the Caliqueño.
A premature feat,
young champion, well, Rubén Iverson, we have the gift,
you see kid there are no defects in ours,
keep the effect of the timeout in the basket.

[La Mala]
Here La Mala, the malice, the malaria,
representing the pure rage of Andalusian girbia,
distributing a show like Rodman on the court,
hold on, that's how I rise, you bow down,
letting yourself be blown by the unpunctual that marks you,
the voice, sharpening its scythe, hitting hard like Tor,
without clone, without tone, but with sound, making good,
and hard, hard and smooth like a drum skin.
Everyone will melt,
with the cold shovel of the bad Maria, the chickens no longer chirp,
look who guides, look who squeaks,
making more noise than the stones on the tracks.
You are the Junk and I'm the Breakdown,
you are the philharmonic and I'm the powerful drum kit.
Keep having bad nights, while I have good days,
with my entrances, my exits, with my bad companies.
Even though I have all the personal fouls, they haven't whistled at me yet,
and even though I'm touched, I'm not sunk yet,
I have a lot left, I have a lot of Maria.
With more kilometers traveled and to travel than a freight train.
Squeezing a chestnut,
pulling the iron from the entrails!!
here, representing Spain... eat my pussy!!