Rap Vida 2003

In this rap life 2003, you gotta fight without limits and endure the stress, in this rap life where there are too many kings imposing their laws, dude, don't believe everything you see [x2]

Rap life, placid life, rap life and acidic, suicidal and divided life, harmful and lunatic, rap life where I hang by a thin thread, if I seek nourishment in rap and only find bile, too much tobacco and coffee and not enough faith, I escaped the catastrophe, rejected the rap scum of scums, my conclusion was: 'Rap in Spain takes the cake', until Falsalarma brought calm to my walkman, today few quench my thirst for rhyme and meaning, few report what they have truly lived, they drug themselves, mess up, drown, distort their lyrics thinking they innovate, they steal from me... I'm sorry, I don't identify the magnificent one, if only the fridge lights illuminate you, it's war in rhyme and here's the fencing master, typical to see rappers who with a mic apply morphine, sleep because I came to crush your Alpine, to destroy your Pioneer, listen to yourself, did you leave your brain at the door? Look at yourself, did you dress like Agatha Ruiz de la Prada, cutie? In this trade they proclaim me a prodigy son, with stealth I achieved the prestige that a whole country demands today, I left the drama, jumped from bed to bed, (always), the wrong man, (always), for any lady, (always), we walk in a pack and no one commands us anymore, I won't taste rotten apples ever, mom, I know you love me the most, I know the plans they plot to darken my fame will fail, they'll feel this hurricane, scavengers, sewer rats will flee, hide, disappear, because only poets with soul will enchant, and if the listener feels, they'll remember it

In this rap life 2003, you gotta fight without limits and endure the stress, in this rap life where there are too many kings imposing their laws, dude, don't believe everything you see [x2]

It's the rap life 2003, it's the rap life 2003...