Rebelde Como La Flor Que Se Escapó Del Tiesto

[El Ese]
I swallowed my ego and put on the new ones
I just want to hook the one who set the rules of the game
I don't give a shit if it hits or not
Mine is to skip the rules like a strategist
I will never say, I will never do, tough brain,
in this life everything has a price and I am overflowing with fools
With my feet on the sidewalk, I keep fighting
Because I know I am only an orator for those who listen to me
I don't expect a sculpture in my neighborhood
Nor do I imagine that the children of my children are already studying my scores, you know?
Without losing composure
The poet in your ear in good times and bad
Listen to the roar of minorities
Rebels without guidance versus rotten empty minds
and if I have to succeed, I will do it my way
and I have already succeeded if I haven't ended up thrown on a curb, I will do what I must
tnow only my damn life can put barriers on me, what are you waiting for?
I'm not scared of staircase rumors
I'm not afraid of getting old believing I'm not what I used to be
As long as I live, I will put my shout at the highest
Like the weed that grows back under the asphalt
Because I have moved forward being the target of looks
Laughs from big mouths are now covered by my laughter
If I'm here, it's been my way
I'm the nobody who takes his nickname to the top
You put your ear and I'll do the rest
I'm the rebel like the flower that escaped the pot

[Morodo]
I'm a rebel, what am I going to do if it's true
Like the flower that escaped the pot
I'm a lion on a straight path
A fire warrior in full effect (x2)

?Rasta?

[Master Ricky]
I left the sun in its place
You won't expect me to do the same with my life
I have such a different routine every day
Rewind and you'll see me with a different approach, I assure you
It doesn't depend on the glass you look through
But why you see it with it, why you have to do it
I'm a romantic and sensitive rebel
That's why I shit on all the right times and no more
Opening paths, I move forward with the weight of the buts
of fools and stumbles
Not resembling anything at all
Being the opposite of Buruaga or Norma Duval
My tongue doesn't smell like ass and my ass
only opens to release what is its way of life
Repeat the same lie a thousand times to see if it works
Here in the neighborhood there is no room for aftermath
Asphalt garden, drought cycles don't silence my song
I didn't swallow mud or come out of the mud, the tap is closed
They ignore the man's exits who, facing his problems, well, improvises
Don't ask me to stand still or ask for a pot
I won't prune my branches, they represent texts
Beer waters me and shit flies to the garden
I'm the weed that sets fire to his brain
Always on the front line pushing forward
like pawns and resisting like vinyl records, I keep singing
I grew up among rose petals, damn mother,
but I feel like the flower that escaped the pot

[Morodo]
I'm a rebel, what am I going to do if it's true
Like the flower that escaped the pot
I'm a lion on a straight path
A fire warrior in full effect (x2)

?Style?

I opened my eyes and one day I broke the law
Jumping the wall, smoking ganja and flipping with the break
I directed my steps according to the law of the high king
I never sold my lyrics, so relax, I never will
Changing the world with sticks is what I tried
And stick by stick of wood is all I took
My dream is not in laurels, that's why I will wake up
Behind my lyrics there is a reason and that's why I will rebel
And I will continue singing imparting culture to those who listen to me
Although you can see those who are burning
I rebel and save myself and keep singing
And they can't with me and I keep fighting
Eliminating enemies
Making my way in the asphalt jungle
Because I don't follow their principles
I know I'm a rebel because my values are different from theirs
Because my justice is real
Rebel, because since I'm not like them in some way they have to call me