La Realidad

I break cartilage in lakes of ink where there are no shipwrecks
Young Poseidon, a descendant of the underworld
Sunk in the oppression and pressure of it all
But where there are heights, there must be abysses
Capitalism, social class, social online

Shit network, but without it, you don’t hear me
And what can I do against thirst and favoritism?
The glitz and the sleaze of this damn organism
Everything's chaos. Monopolies, hate, and ego
They leave you knocked out like Pacquiao hitting you with McGregor
In that, I won’t join your game of pretending

Renting a car, dressing up for those who just observe
And don’t analyze, randomly I see this fate
Thousands of obstacles and stones in every path
And I find myself swimming just beneath the surface
Writing non-stop until I go bald
Jumping excuses, doctrines that swim in remedy
Rapping with class, giving lessons in the middle class

I don’t settle for half, I’m always clear in the dark
I’m not Nostradamus, but I can see the future’s bleak
Drugs and hunger with wires that keep you entertained
Moving your steps calculated in your DNA
They want you drained, to stop your doubts and dreams
See if you hold back and keep doing what they order
But they enjoy rubbing their ears with diarrhea

Sticking their tongues to the things that disgust them most
-Bathing in what dirties the soul and the ideas
And not even scented soap can clean the low fashion
I get it if you don’t believe or when you do, you pull out the crap
For the masses that base themselves on what sounds good at home
They don’t see the threat from the sender to the receiver
If I intersect the signal, I could clean your sector

But it’s impossible to make it possible for them to support you
With the more underground music that only a few hear
They see you as copper even if your message is gold
What to expect from these people with toilet bowl heads?
Colorless verses that could change your gray days
Are stepped on, discarded because they don’t understand what you say

Until you step on them like the government with promises
Making the hunter feel comfortable being prey
Nothing’s a surprise, and if you’re surprised, you know nothing
That’s the key, to get sick and sell you the syrup
To become a corpse when your voice clears for many
Not even with a saw to the neck will they stop these truths

The truth is, nobody sees the reality
More than their face in the mirror showing false humanity
They don’t want to wake up, and if I do, I’m the bad guy
A headless horseman seeing so many blindfolded eyes
The truth is, nobody sees the reality
More than their face in the mirror showing false humanity
They don’t want to wake up, and if I do, I’m the bad guy
A headless horseman seeing so many blindfolded eyes

I’m a renegade like a hunchback in Notre Dame
Just doing good, they judge by my form and my ugliness
Tell me, what’s more horrendous, Satan or humanity?
Or the forbidden fruit that came to chew on minds?
So many ideologies while lodges have orgies
Under pentagrams, you open Facebook every day
And every morning just to see who did what

And not to learn the things you lack in your head
They don’t want to give a dime to see their rapper on stage
Without knowing the sacrifices of this dream without hours
I come from the hood even if others think otherwise
I was born ready to shit on any opponent
I contracted the verb to see the deck turned
And guess which is the king and which is the pawn with the knife
When nothing fits, you just have to look inside

To find all the keys to the problem and its root
I keep going like an oak, trying to be noble on the land
Where the termites laugh holding a chainsaw
Waiting for the fruit to sprout from my palm
But they’re so dumb they forget karma still exists
Don’t fuck with me, don’t mess with the pentagon
Because with power, they don’t want to do the job they were given
Praise the Lord, not the Lord of the church

Who with tithes and sweet words anesthetizes the people
It’s catalepsy trapped inside
On the outside full of gadgets that make you feel inferior
Everyone has value, but no one puts a price on it
And I’m trying to show them, but they see me as a fool
The one who didn’t grow up with that rap full of trash
That makes you feel like a gangster with a gun at your waist

If no one rushes for the culture, I’ll do it
Even if they laugh at respect, illiterates at God level
This is hip hop, t-killa gave me the beat
And what came out was rhymes full of reality
And not from the TV where I sometimes appeared

Like a Christian preaching on a Djinn’s ground
I chose it before they choose what I’ll be
How to think, how to act, how to speak, and what I’ll say
For what I’m good for or what I’ll dedicate myself to
But I’m already rapping, and no one will tell me what to do-

The truth is, nobody sees the reality
More than their face in the mirror showing false humanity
They don’t want to wake up, and if I do, I’m the bad guy
A headless horseman seeing so many blindfolded eyes
The truth is, nobody sees the reality
More than their face in the mirror showing false humanity
They don’t want to wake up, and if I do, I’m the bad guy
A headless horseman seeing so many blindfolded eyes