Hemos Creado Un Monstruo (con el chojín)

Illustrious MCs, illustrious MCs, whether you like it or not.

A phone call to Seville gave it life. I fear that Oscar was the mother of this creature. The first time I faced her was in a small radio station where a playback was playing. Nach was on my right with a white hood, he also noticed that something was changing. We exchanged gestures, and now I fear we have created a monster.

We have created a monster and we see the fear in their faces, the hysteria of those who are not like us. They know that empires can be created with stories. Euphoria in the streets, phobia in the ministries.

That's why wealthy fascists fear us, trained snobs, and other slaves. They know we are heroes for the poorest, that we are free men, leaders of noble gestures. I grew up listening to Dash Efex, eating Doritos Tex Mex, curious about Malcon X. Nothing to do with your Generation next. You who live in duplexes, sleep on Flex and wear Rolexes.

Here we spread the plague in the streets, see? Germs rain on young people who don't follow the orders you give them. Those who love freedom demand us, that half of the planet that wants to hear the truth. Rap that spreads by word of mouth in every city, rap that provokes echoes of complicity. Hip-Hop unity, the symbol without aspiring to thrones; a gift, a microphone, and it comes out on its own.

Without being a saint or a sellout, without being a prince or a beggar. Calm down, I know what I'm saying. Nacho is still alive and kicking, speaking, hitting this sleeping audience. And although my sea is still not calm, I am in shape on the difficult path of following the rules. Today I bring that shit that will set off the alarms, and the consciences of those kids who applaud. Boys with souls that never stay silent, who find in our rap the weapon and then never fail. They will end stupidity with a shot, let's just make raw rap and free ourselves like Dead Prez.

Let's believe in ourselves once and for all. I represent Hip-Hop beyond trends; Hip-Hop powerful like the Colossus of Rhodes. I represent four funerals and a wedding, I represent a monster and you won't be able to defeat it. We were born with something and we must communicate it, and here we are with no other intention than to give it. Nach Scratch, Chojín. Never try to deny it.

We have created a monster and we see the fear in their faces, the hysteria of those who are not like us. They know that empires can be created with stories. Euphoria in the streets, phobia in the ministries. We have created a monster and we see the fear in their faces, the hysteria of those who are not like us. They know that empires can be created with stories. Euphoria in the streets, phobia in the ministries.

No one knows exactly how it all started. The elders speak of conflicting tales, history says that one day in the 80s something unexpected happened in some neighborhood, on the other side. Music met philosophy, it should never have happened. But that day the descendants of enemy families began an impossible and forbidden love affair, like a modern Romeo and Juliet.

Music and philosophy lived their secret story; it didn't work, but from that union a monster was born, which they say now lives among us. They called him by many names, he suffered millions of persecutions from industry and man. They said he was dangerous, but I know him and I know he only attacks the rats. Some called him rap, others Hip-Hop, for others he was that voice inside them. He never gets lost, because he never leaves a trace. Nach Scratch and Chojín. We have created a monster.

We have created a monster and we see the fear in their faces, the hysteria of those who are not like us. They know that empires can be created with stories. Euphoria in the streets, phobia in the ministries. We have created a monster and we see the fear in their faces, the hysteria of those who are not like us. They know that empires can be created with stories. Euphoria in the streets, phobia in the ministries.

Never try to deny it, no, don't try to deny it. You, you who only know how to listen to cheesy and easy songs, cheap love affairs and that nonsense. You who spend the day sending messages to Crónicas Marcianas, and who call 906 to vote for Ainhoa, while Telefónica has more money than all of Africa combined.

You who don't study because this educational system wants you to be ignorant, to manipulate you like a damn puppet. And then you act like a little gangster and a tough guy, without knowing the freedom that pill takes away from you, that makes you feel part of something. What are you part of, huh? What prison are you part of.

We have created a monster, endowed with wisdom and intelligence; a monster creator of a science, capable of activating consciences. It is our sacrifice, our struggle is for that monster to grow and invade every life, every city, every street, every mentality. Look, not even actors or athletes know my rhymes, but it's okay, the revolution will never be televised. Never try to deny it, never. Peace.