Leyenda

If I look older it's because I come from far away
I was running between my ego and my complexes
My future self came to see me and gave me advice
Said: Work hard, then leave them perplexed
Today my mirror knows I'm ready for another record
For another journey towards my light and my abysses
I took a bite of the rap apple and since then
My life only oscillates between euphoria and cataclysms
As baggage I bring my notebooks
I'm an MC, I also started in a garage like Steve Jobs
New delusions that spill over
New lyrics that are lava
Capturing the glory and human misery
Few beat me in this contest
I'm a genius with no prize other than applause for my speech
Constant struggle between those who hate me and those who listen
I don't throw in the towel even after leaving the shower
Ready to fight, without complaining
An artist with nothing to prove and much to conquer
My mind is a transparent crystal, you can see inside
Thoughts return and simmer slowly
I just try to wake up early and see in my hands
The gift of existing, of living what I love
Today I proclaim the death of my fear, today I feel the best
Today this mic grows like Thor's hammer
I'm my mentor and my enemy in one
I don't believe in God
I believe in the fires of a burning and smoking pencil
I drink life in a tube glass
There is no longer rumor or dark grudge
That can leave me speechless
I'm the tumor for old-fashioned people who give me the runaround
For thugs who use macabre words
I sweat off rappers who talk more about weapons than their soul
And those who said I couldn't rap anymore
A matter of karma, it's the yin and the yang
My raps are drops bouncing on the Planck Time
First I observe and stay silent, I write and detail, I annihilate the flaw
Then on stage I explode like the big bang
And my vocal cords vibrate, attracting crowds
Look at my rivals: They fall into coffins
Immortal themes don't play in clubs, get on this cloud
You'll see the world shine, never doubt
I could only search, now millions raise their thumbs
They come looking for me at every gig to commune
I taught my verses like one teaches gold
And others traveled immersed in peace forgetting the pain
And if I almost never learn, how do you want me to teach you?
If I don't even sleep, how do you expect me to dream?
Although some insist on my defeat
I know my fans will make me great, my haters will make me a legend

I am just a messenger of sacred hip-hop
This is the reason for my prayer
My strength doesn't come from the Sun
My rap will be the light after darkness
Live the experience with me
The blood in my writings made me great
The mic and I: Story of a crazy love