Manifiesto

My father is the Sun, my mother the Moon
My brother is the wind and planet Earth my cradle
My only children are the phrases I invent
And my greatest gift is to live this moment

Where I feel that to be silent is a deadly sin
In the capital of sin they want to decapitate me
And even if I wanted to raise my children in a fairy tale
I know the world is ending and they will have nothing

They will be rats if the sewer mistreats them
The city will drive its needle and no one will appease
The hatred that drives them, there will be nothing but witches
While the rich kids will travel in their bubble

Of luxury, of infallible arrogance
I come from a place where they said succeeding was impossible
Nach another minstrel in the jungle playing at being free
Nach another minstrel playing at judging the judgmental

And those incredible MCs when they write
No, they don't do science, they don't describe what they live
They just copy attitudes of someone they want to be
While my mind represents power like Uri Geller

Able to see the punishment in the betrayal of a friend
I tell you that outside there are sons of b**** who only look at their own belly
Edges that run on a constant edge
Making their bank accounts fatten
Putting on their most serious and indifferent face
Seeing the indigent bleed their misery on the wax opposite

I am no longer amazed to see the same ones
Stirring rubble, I wish to carry their pride on my shoulders
Fighting against the system that corrupts you
Seeing that nameless idiots only talk s*** and hide
In the street where red-eyed children smoke green in alleys
Always getting into trouble

Their gray matter in white predicts a black future
While the purple rain drowns their illusions
I looked at myself in the mirror with the eyes of those who hate me
And I felt euphoric because everything is psychological
In this zoo of vultures and camels
Of hungry dogs waiting for the moment to bite my neck

But I don't shut up, I don't freak out, I don't run away
The murmur of a smartass doesn't destroy me
I just educate myself in the truth
Like science proves that God is dead
True as the open fire in Gaza and Cisjordania
True as seeing my faith moving your mountain taking it out of Spain

here is where my kingdom is
I also want a throne, who doesn't?
Your children don't go to class because they listen to rap
There's no need to worry, your children listen to rap because they have class
They make our ardor their own, they mock the snobs
They're not robots, victims of the super pop conspiracy

And all that fashion victim s***
Spoiled girls who will kill tomorrow to get a facelift
That's the education you give me, it frustrates me
I put it on paper or take it with humor like Dave Chappelle
I slapped more than one mouth even though silence is also free

In the city many see me as an illuminati
With others, the leveling is that of a Yankee and an Iraqi
Life is like that, and I'm calm until the end
You against (me...) like boleros of Machín, sad
Your destiny is the one you chose

And thinking about life, thank goodness
Look! Look in the end it's the same for everyone
It's the life cycle of a man
Death as the peak and summit, and there are no miracles
I feel the road is long
With a heart of stone I dress and go out

I ride another day among cheetahs and weasels
And even if my old lady tells me there's no complaint
I also want a luxury villa in La Moraleja
And drive a Cadillac but I'm happy with this Panama Jack anorak
With no handicap other than getting on a track

And spit out my realities
For you they are weaknesses, for me sensitivities
They fill me, faithful to my motto
Making money from the system making music against the system
With no weapons other than my teeth, my voice is a Kalashnikov
A Molotov cocktail from the powerful speaker
With the liquid to the ignorant, I liquidate them intellectually

Brute force disgusts me, I leave it to the Nazi
Or the chav who solves any dispute the easy way
Do you understand I come without a plan
I'm a poet turned soldier

And I only know that the mix is napalm!
You dream of being Don Juan, splurging champagne
I prefer to see those who have nothing and give them bread
Dreamer and playwright, left-handed
Magician of absurd sense

Of life, mine melancholic
They say unique, condemned to accept that I am a public figure
And my signature in pieces
I'm more about hugs than autographs
more about paragraphs than photographers

And although life's blows, this is my elixir
To exist is to feel, here to feel is to write
And I know the only secret is that there are no secrets
Just respect for rap before wearing an Ecko tracksuit

I have buddies who f*** you up if they improvise
Even if they wear Levi's and a shirt
They know every group, every skit
From before rap in Madrid
And you don't even know who Madlib is

Keep it real is the premise
Although keeping it real with yourself may be more accurate
Step on the footprints of this nomad, nothing tames me
If nothing forgives the mistake in Babylon I will march to (Sayon)
Even if no one remembers me
Nor this city that bites and devours the green

Suburbia and its horizons, mammoth buildings
Devour the meadows, the parks, the mountains
And what do we have left? Asphalt puddles, heart attacks
Too much noise in this jail
I jump and slip away, I flee among the anonymous mass
Those who swallow their pride to later collect their paycheck

There is no harder drug for me than a stage
Nor are there meteorites that extinguish the dinosaur
I mean the one who signs, the one who writes
The one who revives every night in your audio player
Your ghetto blaster after so many gangster messages
So much ballast who trusts, if rap is only guided by
The cold philosophy of living day by day
R for revolution, A for attitude P for poetry
Xenophilia that's my science
It means what it implies love for the difference

Love that tortures us because loving is the greatest madness
Unless it is loved madly are my doubts that suture
Because nothing lasts, I would like to stop time like Hiro Nakamura
But what does my wrinkle matter if my dedication is blind
If the universe is the marble with which someone plays
Everything comes to us in its time and I don't understand it
So many years investing until you feel like you're dying
And no tomorrow is certain, ethereal, mystery, seriously get out of your hole
I type guilty in this coliseum of politicking
Rappers of perreo and shootouts of fogeo
I don't possess the truth although I pursue it, I believe that
The important thing is to be alive with desire

Carnal, spiritual it doesn't matter each in their own ritual
Meditating for me is vital to throw dynamite at each sentence
To give it to you, for you to give them to the snobs in your class
Maybe my life never interests you
It is not directed by Martin Scorsese

But I almost fly between buildings like a Yamakasi
That's how I make it easy like Brazil
And only in front of the paper can I eliminate tension
It understands me and doesn't charge me 80 euros per session
The message and not the fame is my baggage climber
Step on me when you climb, I'll catch you when you descend climber
To the peaks of my dreams you will be able to see it
My dreams are lies that will one day cease to be
From the verb they call me offspring, just raise the microphone to the sky
And lightning falls on eardrums, look at them

We are fury on a bumb clap
Children of catastrophe, apostles of truth
rap as entertainment that stirs the mind
Thus I feed the Nintendo generation
Because if this is your drug, come on I invite you to a gram
I proclaim the horror of being a rage in your hypothalamus

While I spill prophecies
Merchant of hope and they pounce on me like a messiah
But there is no better teacher than error
Nor sweeter than he who suffers and then cures his pain
And so I have lived in these liquid, tasteless times
Without being afraid of the fear of not rapping the typical
It's not anecdotal, I'm honest with you
I make a notebook public with my internal hell to move you
And if this (January) dislocates me I relax and sing
Soma produces rocks and I then throw them
Of course I do I pass from (genesis), rum with seven up and toast
For HIP-HOP and the tribute I pay here

To the beautiful frenzy of writing
You capture miniature souls
They are not suitable for this subject
And here nothing is nonsense
You are not a mannequin MC in a showcase with your magnate pose
What do you expect if that's how you sell yourself ridiculous
here only hard work and testicles give titles
Poor devil thinks he's a God among gods
And he's just another colt in the stable kicking
You ask for glory and you don't deserve it
I assume the drama of my fame and live among its constraints
I didn't plan it, I just flew like Tracy McGrady
I made rap my personal brain training
Mental exercise on the edge, I sharpen my style
Competing with the image in the mirror where I mine captive of a tic tac
That stuns me, my only habitat a compact
What can I tell you kid that for going underground you're not more original
That just because I'm universal I'm going to sound commercial
You have no f***ing idea your verbiage is cynical
Lacking respect for militants of my metric
here and in Latin America on the entire planet Earth
My rap will be my rap will be the light after darkness
My rap will be the light (yes!) after darkness