Hijo del Rigor

In the hood through the neighborhoods
You hear more coughs than cars
The bums fly like Hancock
And you, bum, we were so much forest and tree
And you changed like a voice in voice messages
Living off the racket, young Gaudio

What, what, what, what
Like a founding father, I want a street named after this streetwise man
In my block where the boss was born yesterday
I don't want Dior or Versace, no God can shut me up
If lyrics carry fire like Slayer's songs
Like a founding father, I want a street named after this streetwise man
In my block where the boss was born yesterday
I don't want Dior or Versace, no God can shut me up
If lyrics carry fire like the Thrasher logo

Samples from Mac Miller (Rest In Peace)
That solve everything like MacGyver
I won't let the shine of gold blind me
Although the golden cup will be in my hands like Ardiles
Crews like schools of fish aspiring to be big shots
Still in sweet anticipation of the pears from this elm
I want to be the symbol in my city, the Big Ben of London
Magical like in Orlando, Disney? No, Aaron Gordon
Neither angel nor demon, I carry God and the Devil on my shoulders
I listen attentively, but never respond to them
Voices in my ear, eyes of Mordor
Dictating that I raise empires from the rubble
And I'm getting rid of obstacles from my surroundings
Getting material out of the studio like an oven
Making noise and not just riding in a Volvo
Just with my voice so even the deaf can hear
Oh God, I'm a son of rigor
I'm the faithful sommelier of premier wine and boxes of Termidor
And it's not for nothing that this gentleman came from below
If you don't taste the bad, you don't appreciate the good flavor
Thrasher on the tracks like Bam Margera
A bitter drink for your sugar, guantanamera
They think they're clever and I watch as skulls chatter
On the court, the grudges stay outside
Rappers' songs that make my glasses break
They sell copies with their rap, I just want rap without copies
They wonder what my verses consist of
That Marpla becomes the empire's capital like Constantinople
I want to die on stage like Kennedy
On the stage where the end comes to me, not by enemies
For being true to my roots, my genesis
My crew a valuable alliance, Louis Vuitton and Hennessy

Like a founding father, I want a street named after this streetwise man
In my block where the boss was born yesterday
I don't want Dior or Versace, no God can shut me up
If lyrics carry fire like Slayer's songs
Like a founding father, I want a street named after this streetwise man
In my block where the boss was born yesterday
I don't want Dior or Versace, no God can shut me up
If lyrics carry fire like the Thrasher logo

One Chance, part of the block
Bobby G, part of the block
Bastar, part of the block
LEGO, always part of the block