Estilo Libre

Yeah (yeah), 4 life (4 life)
Two thousand temptations (huhuh)
Lyricists in the house, what's up? (shh)
Freestyle is the thing
Ahh, fuck
Fucking dog
Suck it

Freestyle, the bell rings, MCs meeting
Without fear, dogs are volcanoes in full synthesis
In the far corner we play with words
Preparing a vertigo drama to send you to bed
I no longer have a sane mind, we smoke, we're not wool
Shut up, roll a blunt for the week
Look into my eyes, red, listen lazy
I'm like a louse, hey girl, be careful I'll wet you
I train in the nearest ditch dojo
The bench of the alley smells like toxic resin
The possibility of killing in a circle
I have it on the sidelines rescuing disciples
I hardly ever disguise, a beatbox pulses
Eyes closed, hands move, people scream
Some shiver, complicate things and are just pathetic
Others fill the wrong corner fitting the pain
Train, nothing flows like the green smoke
In this pile of minds on the edge, no one loses
Feel the sensation of throwing yourself into whatever comes out
Bite agile phrases of fire so it's not a burden
Worth it, come and indulge in madness
Make sure you're okay, alcohol betrays and doesn't modulate
The desire to be under the night mist accumulates
4 life, burning improvisations Who's joining?

Don't make plans, plan and smoke to relax
Inject yourself into a beat, haha, sit and let go
Don't make plans, plan and smoke to relax
Inject yourself into a beat, haha, sit and let go
Freedom to act in every sentence
Beatbox machine, let someone come and fit it
Let's go with pure freestyle
We aim for words of heavy caliber

The cold of Sate is not like Alaska's but it's still strong
If it's for CLDV or El Texas I wish you luck
Ground into laughter, the thing is concise
To be concise with the right people, excuse me, check the sky
It's not bought with Visa, to slide through the verse
We support the cause, what's up, legalize the plant
People in mass, submissive, so they don't fulfill their mission
My vision is more vice for me today, endure the pressure (endure!)
Look sitting on the couch Brother, better kill yourself
Don't turn off the TV, think and do something to change
They go zombie on Sundays, not tired from dancing
I'm not going to Argentina but I pass through Buenos Aires
Tell them we're back, so they know, so they freak out
He goes with what he knows in the vein and forgets the pain
For my part I find peace when I find a lighter
Come on man, baby, come on
Like a lizard I don't bring a suitcase and I'm not going to leave
Hey, Benja (What's up old lady?), a lot of blah-blah because they're useless
Don't make plans, plan and smoke to relax
Going crazy with beats is just a matter of sitting and letting go

Don't make plans, plan and smoke to relax
Inject yourself into a beat, haha, sit and let go
Don't make plans, plan and smoke to relax
Inject yourself into a beat, haha, sit and let go
Freedom to act in every sentence
Beatbox machine, let someone come and fit it
Let's go with pure freestyle
We aim for words of heavy caliber
Blaw!