Impunes

I come from a planet where the good ones are called idiots
Governors are thieves, joints and wine in melons
Notebooks full of actions, alienations
Notions of personal vendetta and plenty of them
(There's everything for everyone, gentlemen)
But the cobra wants more
If fools think they're better by paying even for friendship
Honors for nothing, collaborate, don't steal here
So that prison doesn't catch you for 2,000 pesos and a cell phone
Gangsta rapper steps down from the altar, let me tell you
Your only real crime was a robbery at the store
If the wind asks for my rhyme, I let it go, and you are hollow
And it's not homophobic, it's because of the emptiness you carry inside

The thing is short, here my rap informs you, hey I'm not Porta!
My rhymes carry what matters like a spokesperson
Who now reports from the hood like a resident
If they just hang you, why do you endure it? Hang them!
Face them, like welchafe against their dams
Terrorism is not the same as being dignified in resistance
Don't offer me drugs
The only powder that enters my nose is the pepper spray gas in the riot
I fly with weed and it's not something relevant
There are a hundred things more important to tell you
Like they want to screw you over, like they want to piss on you
And on TV they tell you it's raining and they usually deceive you

I don't advocate vice
Without a lawyer for judgment day
Let's go, we don't ask for permission
(I mock the geese and so much prejudice)
I don't advocate vice
Without a lawyer for judgment day
Let's go, we don't ask for permission
(I mock the geese and so much prejudice)

I'm an extremist because I'm from the bottom extreme
Where the extremely dignified are fighting
Make way, we are the ultra, ultra indebted
In a country that is ultra commercialized
The drama unfolds, the flames spread
My goodness, they would kill for money and fame, pray to Mary
It would inflame the whole block, to give you joy
Soft like wool and the voice of the Bahamas, yeah
Crazy in a normally disgusting world
Where ambition abounds, they are critical and judgmental
The Zulu chaka brought South American rap
They think they're great and it must be because they're terribly full of shit

And the most stinky ones are sharpening the blade
The neighbor suffers more than a discount store in the slums
I take the microphone, donate part of my life
I'm a dream without measure, morbid because it deserves it
And trivial your monologue about how good I am
I bring fiction and reality well mixed for the toys
Neither psychologist nor anything will change who I am
Come around here, leave the house, enjoy
I don't care about your crap, I don't buy it, I don't demand it
Every crazy person with their own way is what my mom told me
To cheeky ones like Quico, rough and ready treatment
Violence is what I choose, the hand is like this

I don't advocate vice
Without a lawyer for judgment day
Let's go, we don't ask for permission
(I mock the geese and so much prejudice)
I don't advocate vice
Without a lawyer for judgment day
Let's go, we don't ask for permission
(I mock the geese and so much prejudice)