En la brevedad de los días

I, I, it's NS... going out into the world, the door open... wake up

I can be a calm MC, a double-edged weapon,
rhyming should be more than just style fights,
some stay inside and others have been left out,
new era, my street poetry will continue here when I die, my vagabond style already travels through the neighborhoods,
breaks stages, ruins comments, the game is action, the competition continues, but MCs on the mic forget who they are, perfect strategy, unstoppable invasion, and your style is as doubtful as your reputation, so absorb my substance, breathe my fragrance, dodge ignorance and recognize elegance, like a 4x4 over obstacles and potholes, my goal double H, screw Armanis and Versaces, pathetic young people, aesthetic patterns, anorexic mannequins, poetic spirit is what Hip-Hop gives me, makes me not give up, always put the icing on your cake, I'm the one who doesn't give a shit about what they say, always coming back to you like a boomerang.

Wake up... the days are so brief, get out of those four walls.
Wake up... so many traps so many nets, watch where you move.

When you look in the mirror I don't think you're proud, you're wasting your time and that's a very valuable asset, you're static, like a sentence before a comma, you didn't feel the sweet aroma of any damn diploma, and now that fear is looming, don't call me, living lifestyles of the poor and infamous, you know I don't talk shit, man, I spit shit, every day I shit shit, sometimes I even smoke shit, so pull the rope, lie, but remember that many dogs bark but few bite, so make room, I'm still here with my people, and be smart don't associate rap with delinquent.

Wake up... the days are so brief, get out of those four walls.
Wake up... so many traps so many nets, watch where you move [x2]

NS looks at the world, studies it from top to bottom, observes carefully what destiny brought us, small arguments can turn into death, and if blood is shed no one gives a damn, attentive to the movement of any piece of the game, better to have patience and attack harder later, clandestine, organized like mafias, you've put money into this what can I say then thanks, May day, May day, there is no law, like Kasius Kley breaking your style with punches, you who call yourself the king. You've always been the tough guy, the cool dude, the cool daddy, but reality catches you, bends you over and fucks you, this one sows truths then collects respects, this MC takes cities and reveals their secrets, the days are brief man, don't get into trouble, because you're underdressed and the streets are cold.

Wake up... the days are so brief, get out of those four walls.
Wake up... so many traps so many nets, watch where you move [x2]

Yes, NS, living in my own way, surviving a new era, once again in your face, 0% and this shit doesn't stop, a one and three nines, brief days, you know, wake up... wake up...

Wake up change course now, break the ice without hesitation, because in the brevity my city dies, this reality kills mercilessly....

Wake up now...
Wake up now...