No Hay Funerap

Conclusions, decisions, infractions, oppressions
Conditions, confusions, 1000 mistakes stand in the way
But it's music that keeps playing
People in the neighborhood listen to the kids freestyling
If it's not a myth that I'm good at drinking
Hey you, brother, here we have to do it

And that's how it's seen in the square
That rap music doesn't die at home (yeah)
And if I die for you, I would be born again (uh-huh)
And if I die for you, I would be born again
I don't want to see funerals, I don't want to see more deaths
Without the rhythm, you feel alone
I'm incomplete (no, no)

I don't have my music and I don't have a million (me)
I don't know what's going on, I don't follow the crowd
Funeral between passages with the crew in a trance
I'll write on paper even if my hand is dead from cramps, blood comes out
These dogs show their fur
No, I don't feel hungry from smoking and getting drunk so much
I have good and bad times recording a rap on cable

And what I talk about is my business
You do your thing, bro, I'll do mine
Don't let time pass and you retire from this life
Nowadays, not even my own shadow trusts me
Definitely, I let myself go with peace
I light up, smoke, and start to fly, and here it is

My faithful rap will be by your side
Looking for a pencil and paper to start dreaming later
No one should doubt, the purpose is
To leave everything on the mic every time you see me
And in my destiny, you do hip-hop and what do you think
Freestyle in the square and at the funeral, you see yourself

Feel the music
That doesn't die and lives
Always somewhere
That I can listen to so much
That I can listen to so much, that I can give so much
I would like to remember one day what started long ago
And never give it an end, never think it's wrong
And remember that we carry and live music

Music (yeah)
That we carry and live music (represent-, represent-, represent-)
Music (yeah)
(Representing rap) you, you
Food on the table, the air smells like strawberries
The devil comes to the table, puts the kilos on the table and no one prays
In front of the mirror, confesses
That we are failing with so many funeral homes in the room

That's why always follow my lead
That's why always follow my lead
That's why always follow my lead
That's why always follow my lead

Don't be stupid if you don't know the corner
And it's logical to wear fine clothes
And you're critical to pay attention to this rhyme
Fine bitch, your godmother bought you studies in a showcase (uh-huh)
And I quietly continue with mine

Burning fingerprints, I laugh
If I'm consistent and move forward
Little by little with my dogs playing on more speakers
Among so many different people, I'm patient
Through the streets, inconsequential, but always ahead of my hip-hop
Since without your sound
Understand that nothing would be the same
I'll create in the square, I'll record at home
And leave a smoke
My fingers with resins and paper, every step becomes faithful
Mamborap, my crew, we continue on the same track

Feel the music
That doesn't die and lives
Always somewhere
That I can listen to so much
That I can listen to so much, that I can give so much
I would like to remember one day what started long ago
And never give it an end, never think it's wrong
And remember that we carry and live music
Music (yeah)
That we carry and live music (represent-, represent-, represent-)
Music (yeah)
(Representing rap)