Ni Retirada Ni Rendicion

Boby and I, today aka Roy Horan, today they cheer us on, today they beg us!

No retreat, no escape, no running away
The adventure of rhyming and showing life like a wrinkle
I’ll make cult rap like a twisted rug
Hidden rap, grown-up rap, without a doubt
The dark search for cash turns you into dark people
Carnival puppets think they’re living the madness
My stories of hate and their words of love
My life in black and white and their days in color
Today my slang isn’t hardcore so you can hear it better
My rap is resentment for the deaf
My rap is my scent
It doesn’t come from Mordor but it’s even worse
It’s destructive rap, it’s rap, man (it’s a winner)
They put my rap next to Nas and Tunshort
They wear my rap and Christian Dior
My rap is my honor, my rap is the flight of the condor
Against your invasion, no retreat, no surrender

To the sound of the curse of so much pressure
A tough decision is finding the direction
What happens when the heart is stuck in its prison
When the conscience loses its reason
And you have to dance to the sound of the curse of so much pressure
How to find motivation and get inspiration
What happens when there’s no forgiveness
Just fighting without compassion
No retreat, no surrender

No matter how much shit they throw at us
They won’t be able to stop us
Bad times take a while to pass
Now is the time to grow
Think about deserving what’s hidden
Fears and doubts make you disappear
My friend Nacho knows what I’m talking about
Suffering for doing what we love
Showing greatness when we rise up
Knowing they want to deceive us
We plot wicked plans
And boss, just like Nach, we were tied
To a hell that seemed eternal
Let’s never put out the flame of the ball
Let’s show we’re fierce
That the people we love we hold in consideration
That the tears we shed aren’t for damnation
But for a purification after the aggression
Rebellion comes, then redemption
Invasion, victory, celebration
There’s no surrender if we’re alive
Get ready, boss, the final plan is ready
I always keep in mind those who respect me
I watch out for backstabbers and traitors who want war
My conscience stays clean and I strive to improve
Days of fighting for respect are behind us
Sweat, love, action, my calling card
Malaga and A.L.I
Destiny united us
And this is the proof of our brotherhood
Of our union
No matter the situation, no retreat, no surrender

To the sound of the curse of so much pressure
A tough decision is finding the direction
What happens when the heart is stuck in its prison
When the conscience loses its reason
And you have to dance to the sound of the curse of so much pressure
How to find motivation and get inspiration
What happens when there’s no forgiveness
Just fighting without compassion
No retreat, no surrender

What do you have, you have your godfather
You keep your goods under lock and key
You control your own destiny
As harmful as cancer
In constant advance
Infinite reach
No matter how much shit they throw
They won’t get me off the pleasure
What the hell can I do
If rhyming is the only thing I know how to do
So I do it, and if I don’t like you, it’s because you’re lazy
On your shit, dude, I come to wreak havoc
You still think you can beat me in this
If you’re just in high school, don’t mess with the chancellor
If not knowing drives you crazy
Can you believe it? That problem isn’t worth solving
I’m the master of money, not its servant
Of the verb lord and owner
And fuck tomorrow, nothing takes my dreams away
My father taught me to know how to lose, to see
That everyone’s friends until the rent comes
That’s why I have prestige, they call me a prodigy
Einstein of rap that the city took refuge in chose
And today the words want to come out on their own
Rhymes so powerful that sometimes you can’t control them
And I’ll keep going, always true to what I think
From the day I was born until I visit the coroner
In comes the dragon, no retreat, no surrender

To the sound of the curse of so much pressure
A tough decision is finding the direction
What happens when the heart is stuck in its prison
When the conscience loses its reason
And you have to dance to the sound of the curse of so much pressure
A tough decision is finding the direction
What happens when the heart is stuck in its prison
When the conscience loses its reason and you have to dance
To the sound of the curse of so much pressure
How to find motivation and get inspiration
What happens when there’s no forgiveness, just fighting without compassion
No retreat, no surrender