Al Asalto

100% hatred is physical and mental
Skill is essential, brutal
I do evil like lime in washing machines
Lady, it's time
My rhymes devour fragile garments
We enter by storm
We call ourselves the masters
And in the stretch of good and strong lyrics
It's not the typical lyrics of a tragic life
My rhymes pierce like bullets from an automatic weapon
We abuse rhythm like old perverts to young girls
Math is the subject I lack
Here it's Cruzcampo, not eagle or malt
Good roots are planted and in a few years
I'll reap what I've been sowing
My rhymes shine like streetlights illuminating
Where fools see boys rhyming
Two bastards grinding
They're like wolves hidden in the herd
Stripping their skins
Flaying unfaithful rhymes without mercy
You see, they're clumsy, bitter like dates
At the touch of my mouth, the desire to hear mercy is not small
Due to my phrases built with madness
They're like punches to your gums, uuhh!
Pine hardcore is the neighborhood if you want to come see us
Be careful, not suitable for tender hearts
My lyrics sting like tridents
Rhymes are cooked at high temperatures
I'm the demon, this is my kingdom
And I demand your soul in hell

[Chorus miguelli sanz]
To the assault 'crushing foolish MCs'
I don't clone myself, I'm enough on my own
They fall like bowling pins
To the assault wielding the microphone
Raise the tone, I come out victorious
I charge like a bull (x2)

[Miguelli sanz]
Let me, shut up, get lost
Get lost, pass me the mic
Let the vinyl play
I pull the trigger, war of styles in my place
Super MCs with baggy clothes without capes or tights
Defeat bad MCs in battle
Here comes the dirty one who makes you hysterical
Bad technicians make the sound pathetic
Warlike style out of control like an epileptic attack
Not measured by the metric system, ethical
The lexical attack of the guy cleans the stage like a bin
My hardcore of race and pedigree
Chews gray matter in a snap, click you've changed the pitch
Love fast, I keep going like my mic planning the strategy like Risk
If fantastic, I'm not called kit
I handle the rhyme well like a surgeon with a scalpel
You left fashion like your parents the twist
I bring the power like the VIP train
Fast, casino rubs roar like a motorcycle
Kick to the scrotum, broken eggs
I sprout from the microphone, a thousand words
My crew stones the foolish MCs
Rough rhythm, get on the tatami
Above is the drop that fills the cup
Proving, bursting the auditorium shamelessly
The Moor's artillery reinforces my weapons
It's okay, calm down or they'll pay very little for your soul

[Chorus miguelli sanz]
To the assault 'crushing foolish MCs'
I don't clone myself, I'm enough on my own
They fall like bowling pins
To the assault wielding the microphone
Raise the tone, I come out victorious
I charge like a bull (x2)

[Scratches suba]

To the assault 'crushing foolish MCs'
I don't clone myself, I'm enough on my own
They fall like bowling pins
To the assault wielding the microphone
Raise the tone, I come out victorious
I charge like a bull (x2)