Manifiesto

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

In which I feel that silence is a capital sin
In the capital of sin they want to decapitate me
And even though I would like to raise my children in a fairy tale
I know the world is ending and they will have nothing left

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, just witches
While the rich kids traveled in their bubble

Of luxury, of infallible arrogance
I come from a place where they said that success was impossible
Another minstrel in the jungle playing at being free
Another minstrel playing at judging the one who judges impassively

And those MC's are so amazing when they write
No, they don't do science, they don't describe what they live
They just copy the 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 there are some sons of bitches out there who only look at their own navel
Edges that run over an edge constantly
Making their checking accounts fatter
Putting on his most serious and indifferent face
Seeing the homeless man bleed his misery on the sidewalk in front of him

I am no longer surprised to see the same people
Rummaging through rubble, I wish to carry your pride on my shoulders
Fighting against the system that corrupts you
Seeing that nameless idiots only talk shit and hide
On the street where red-eyed children smoke green in alleys
Always getting into trouble

Your grey matter in white predicts a dark future
While the purple rain drowns their illusions
I looked at myself in the mirror with the eyes of someone who hates 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 keep quiet, I don't get upset, I don't run away
The murmur of a smart guy did not destroy me
I only educate myself on the truth
As if science proves that God is dead
As true as the open fire in Gaza and the West Bank
True as seeing my faith moving your mountain, taking it out of Spain

This is where my kingdom is
I want a throne too, and who doesn't?
Your children don't go to school because they listen to rap
There's no need to worry, your children listen to rap because they have class
They make our slang their own, they make fun of the snobbish
They are not robots, victims of the Super Pop plot

And all that fashion victim shit
Little girls who will kill tomorrow to get a facelift
That's the kind of education you give, it drives me crazy
I put it on paper or I take it with humor like Dave Chappelle
I talked to more than one person, although silence is also free (eh!)

In the city many see me as an illuminati
With others my relationship is that of a Yankee and an Iraqi
Life is like that, and I'm calm until the end
You with Tankimacin, like Machín's boleros, sad
Your destiny is the one you chose

And since we're reflecting on life, thank goodness
Look: Look, the end is the same for everyone
It is the life cycle of a man
Death as the summit and the peak, and there are no miracles
I feel like 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 I tell my old lady that there is 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 other handicap than getting on a track

And spit out my realities
For you they are weaknesses, for me they are sensitivities
They fill me, true to my motto
Making money from the system by making music against the system
With no more weapons than my teeth, my voice is a Kalashnikov
A Molotov cocktail from the loudspeaker
With the liquid to the ignorant (Hey!), I liquidate him intellectually

Brute force disgusts me, I leave it to the Nazis
Or the chav who resolves any dispute in the easy way
Is that clear? I came without a plan
I am a poet made soldier
And all I know is that the mixture is napalm!
You dream of being Don Juan and wasting champagne
I prefer to see those who don't have anything and give them bread, man
Dreamer and playwright, left-handed
Prestidigitator of the absurd sense

Of life, mine melancholic
They say that I am the only one condemned to assume that I am a public person
And my signature in pieces
I'm more into hugs than autographs
More paragraphs than photographers

And even though life hits you hard, 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
Only respect for rap before wearing an Ecko tracksuit

I have friends who will fuck you if you improvise
Even if they wear Levis and a shirt
They know every group, every skit
Since before rap in Madrid
And you don't even know who Madlib is

Keep it real is the premise
Although keep it real with yourself may be more accurate
I walk in the footsteps of this nomad, nothing tames me
If nothing forgives the failure in Babylon I will march to Zion
Even if nobody remembers me
Not even this city that bites and devours the green

Suburbia and its horizons, mastodon buildings
They devour the meadows, the parks, the mountains
And what are we left with? Asphalt puddles, heart attacks
Too much noise in this prison
I jump and sneak, 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
There are no meteorites that can extinguish the dinosaur
I am referring to the one who subscribes, to the one who writes
To the one who revives every night in your audio player

Your ghetto blaster after so many gangster messages
So much burden who trusts, if rap is the only one who guides him
The cold philosophy of living day by day
R for revolution, A for attitude P for poetry
Xenophilia that is my science
It means what love for difference implies

Love that tortures us because loving is the greatest madness
Unless you love madly, it is 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 that someone plays with

Everything comes to us at its time and I don't understand it
So many years investing until you feel like you're dying
And no, tomorrow is not certain, ethereal, mystery, seriously get out of your hole
I type prisoner in this coliseum of politicking
Comic book rappers and target shootings
I don't possess the truth, although I pursue it, I believe
The important thing is to be alive with desire

Carnal, spiritual, it doesn't matter, each one in his own ritual
Meditate for me it is vital to throw dynamite into each phrase
To give it to you, that you give it to the fascist in your class
My life may never interest you
It's not directed by Martin Scorsese, but almost

I'm flying between buildings like a Yamakasi
This is how I make it easy like Brazil
And only in front of paper can I release tension
He understands me and doesn't charge me 80 euros per session

The message and not the fame is my climbing baggage
Step on me when you go up, I'll hunt you down when you come down
Climb to the top of my dreams you will be able to see it
My dreams are lies that one day will cease to be lies
From the verb they call me stem, just raise the microphone to the sky
And lightning strikes your eardrums, look at them

We are fury on a boom clap
Children of catastrophe, apostles of truth
Rap as thought-provoking entertainment
This is how I feed the Nintendo generation
Because if this is your drug, I'll buy you a gram
I proclaim the horror of being a rage in your hypothalamus

As I pour out prophecies
Merchant of hope and they pounce on me like a messiah
But there is no better teacher than error
There is no sweeter than the one who suffers and then cures his pain
And so I have lived in these liquid, insipid times
Without being afraid of the fear of not rapping the typical

It's not anecdotal, I'm being honest with you
I make public a notebook with my inner 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'm not going to drink Hennesey, rum with Seven Up and I'm toasting
For Hip-Hop and the tribute I pay here

To the beautiful frenzy of writing
You capture it miniature souls
They are not suitable for this subject
And here nothing is nonsense
You are not a MC window display mannequin with your tycoon pose

What do you expect if you sell your ridiculousness like that?
Here only hard work and testicles give titles
Poor devil thinks he is a God among gods
And he's just another colt in the stable kicking around
You cry out for glory and you don't deserve it
I assume the drama of my fame and live among its hardships

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 mirror image in which I am held captive by a ticking
It makes me stupid, my only habitat is a compact

What am I going to tell you, kid, because you're underground, you're not more original
Just because it's universal doesn't mean I'm going to sound commercial
You have no fucking idea, your verbiage is cynical
Disrespecting militants of my metric
Here and in Latin America, all over the planet Earth
My rap will be my rap will be the light after the darkness
My rap will be the light (yes!) after the darkness