Galiza Underground (feat. ARCE)

It all started with the USC on the tracks
Dirtying the wall with my calligraphy
The police were chasing and what I didn't know
Is that I would stress if I don't
Write a song every day

I understood the reason for envy
My father told me: Only family
When the rest talk to you
He was right. God creates him
From the street to the cable
Appointment with the psychiatrist
Because nobody understands me

Shots to an undeveloped mind
Like the fake one who goes behind
Without dialoguing
What are you going to tell me
Being an unconscious tadpole
I polish off those inept people to rap

Everyone is the best except
Those who act like they're more. Well
You can see where you are
I cross out phrases, that no
That you listen, fool
I could but I shouldn't
Crown myself so soon

If that's rap, I'm
Nothing in this shit
You are like in
This country the left
All very cool
Modern, tattoos, weed
What you have too much of in body
You lack in good lyrics

Run as fast as you can
We are letting you choose
Are you leaving or staying?
I chose to leave. I call and wait
Bah, but what are you going to understand
If you're just anyone

I'm done with this, with your
Position and your list
Seeing the Spanish audience is enough for me
Open the window to
Enjoy the views
You fans disgust me
You dirty the artist

In Galicia I only see
Clouds, rain, seas
Kids don't know between
Good and bad
The news, everything has
Its side with truths
You just have to know how to choose
Correctly the light at the end

I think you can suck my dick
Who are you, asshole
You rap slow
Quiet, I'm going to
Turn pencil into jewel
And B-boy to make love to you inside

I'm back, sorry if I lose it
I focus on moving your
Neck. Blow your mind
Sparks come out, you're amazed, Hard, you're amazed
I don't know why you turn me on more
When you scream

I grab the pencil and open the garage
I head uphill
Without WhatsApp outside the house
Without messages and without a girl
Arrive at the trench
Family, mocho and food
Arón comments: I don't know
What they will say. They are syllables

I pass
I get off relaxed
In tracksuit to the center
I drink red, black tail
Wake up, Pedro
No
I intend to run away
I'm the best MC in Spain
Dude. I don't get offended
ARCE

It's not that I'm the best
I'm light years away

I'm selling drugs to
Those who close the clubs
But I don't want a
Throne. My puff is enough for me
Twenty-three after
Arce. Fuck you Jesus
I want a Ferrari. The bus is
Getting too small for me
Don't dig into my wound
You eat the pus
I'm a Miami Spurs
Proud of where I was born like
Pubic hair of Penélope Cruz
Boa is pop
I'm a rap icon
How can I not consider
Living off this, mom
The only shit I know
There's nothing else to think about
I'm calling the Chinese
Because I don't even know how to cook
My paradise is a park with
My friends and a liter
I'm drying tears
With girls and a mic
That my pussies are beats
Since two thousand and something
That my name erases yours
Bro, I don't know if I'm explaining myself
I have golden balls
Do you want cake for yourself
Why don't you start with my
Balls and get out of here
Do you really want beef
Don't you see that when I pass by your heart races
Faster than with speed chickens
They are not issues, they are anthems
Don't even call it a song
I'm making my money
Without looking for a million
My gasoline is rum
My fucking rap music
I'm a street guy, dude, in
Parks like my room
I am the music. Look
Girl, do you want to float
I'm like the last shot
That makes you vomit
Buag, buag, buag
The boss told me: Why don't you buy a
Tent to live in the bar already?
What a good voice
I went down at
Three and it's already two
Drunk around here
It's hard for us to say goodbye
Throwing smoke up
So that even God is blinded
I'm going to take out the damn bag
So that no one is off
Goodbye from the ground. From Galicia to New York
I'm leaving a thousand kilometers from
Here and I still feel the heat
I'm calm with my
Brother spilling liquor
And that I already have the
Pressure of being the best
My songs are anthems. I feel
Like a teacher already
With work and with balls
Like honor names
I'm real
Nothing to
Do with Juan and Leonor
I'm with yesterday's underwear
But I'm a gentleman
Long live Galicia
The best
Rap is around here
I paint the streets in my
Songs like Salvador Dalí
I'm the bastard
I break you
In four like Bruce Lee
We don't go home
Until the cockcrow
I don't write lies
In every city a hope
This is based on real
Like in the movie Blow
I don't give concerts
My
Drunk of being a soul
I pee in the church
I
Go to pray at Camp Nou
My lyrics: Gold
I know
I'm going to live in a villa
Life is a bitch. Stop
Being what I already fucked
I'm not from the Bronx, I'm
Galician but what
The rap of Spain is just like
The yé-yé girls