Yo No
Nach
I Don't
They want tuned verses
I come to throw them my bars
They want me to do weird dances
I only have words
They want me to live locked up
I'm flying all over the Atlas
I'm more afraid of that quiet dog than the one that barks
I stain my hands, live the moment
I shine even though I have storms inside
On the other side of what I fear
Are the treasures I find
My lyrics were my psychiatrist
The beat was my personal trainer
Life is like a Call of Duty
I'm a sick gamer
If they sing, that's not called r-a-p
I reggaeton in the tempo, Kylian Mbappé
See that I rose from the sidewalk to the stratosphere
And from there I never came down
My faith is like a steady job
The phrases choose me, I don't choose them
In every sentence riddles
To the cosmos not to a crucifix
That I am the voice of Prometheus
The urban version of Benjamin Button
My style is a bombardment
I rap and the mic trembles all the time
They walk aimlessly, lost
They are just tourists of immediate fame
In a corporate world
You're not an artist, you're just big data
They sell their facade (I don't)
Their private life (I don't)
They never say anything
They drop their pants to be on the cover (I don't)
They don't last, they fade away (I don't)
Every season (I don't)
For fame they will stab
They will lie to your face (I don't)
They sell their facade (I don't)
Their private life (I don't)
They never say anything
They drop their pants to be on the cover (I don't)
They don't last, they fade away (I don't)
Every season (I don't)
For fame they will stab
They will lie to your face (I don't)
They want me to wear chains
I chain calm and frenzy
They want me to talk about sex and skirts
I just boast with class
They want me to get on a Lambo
I just skid in beats
They want me to sniff that shit
My lines are there to cross out your phrases
There's no copy or simile of what I do
When I'm not working I'm dreaming
I have no mind and age tricks
And peace accompanies me without calling me Vinny
This race doesn't stop, I'm Mo Farah
There's no photo, finish
His Soprano voice and mafia face
They think they're James Gandolfini
I have talent, contacts, and brothers
More fuel than Cepsa
They say they're Latin Lover
They only have threesomes with Siri and Alexa
Lyrics I link, Lego pieces
I wake up the monster of the lake
I shoot triples from the Cadiz to Lugo logo
They know I do it
It's more for love than for money
The stands levitate, my family eats
My death avoids every written letter
That travels through generations
More than admirers, I have militias
More ambition than greed
I tell the champion who comes
That my only league is that of justice
This is much more than music
There are no stupid lyrics here
Of hip hop
We have the third letter along with the last two
I'm too deep
For that one who never wants to think again
I'm too boring
For that one who talks and doesn't know how to listen
They sell their facade (I don't)
Their private life (I don't)
They never say anything
They drop their pants to be on the cover (I don't)
They don't last, they fade away (I don't)
Every season (I don't)
For fame they will stab
They will lie to your face (I don't)
They sell their facade (I don't)
Their private life (I don't)
They never say anything
They drop their pants to be on the cover (I don't)
They don't last, they fade away (I don't)
Every season (I don't)
For fame they will stab
They will lie to your face (I don't)
I don't
I don't
I don't
I don't
