El 90 por ciento de mi eres tú

[Zpu]
We are so alike, so similar, sometimes it doesn't seem like it,
but my day to day, survival, so alike,
so big and so tiny, the same, different,
but more similar than meets the eye, 90% of me…

Yeah yeah, this is Porta! (Yeah!), the golden man
(90% of me is you, No trick. It's Porta and Zpu, yeah!)
this is my heart, my soul.

[Porta]
Because 90% of me is you,
Soma in the beat, and dropping words Porta and Zpu,
rap is everything, almost everything to me, the only thing that makes me happy,
my only reason to exist, why lie?.
I live for a cause, for rap my music,
my unique muse lives in my music box,
what would I be without you?, I would only be 10%,
I think about rap even without being awake, awake.
You are part of me, what makes me feel myself,
I don't mind being alone as long as I have you with me,
my only friend, the one who is always there to listen to me,
the only thing I have close when I want to be sincere.
Rap serves to relieve me, heart pen and paper,
I constantly suffer inside, an escape route and also my prison,
feelings that are beyond your reach, it's like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from dawn to dusk.
No one or nothing can ever sink me, never,
having you with me, why would I ask for more?,
you make me so different from all those people,
I am so weak, but it's because you make me strong.
Maybe more than 90% of me is rap,
what most characterizes my personality,
my music box, my life revolves around it,
when I put on my headphones, I feel like touching the stars.
Resting on the clouds, talking to the moon,
I am happy like a baby in its cradle,
I am a collector of emotions, what is this feeling?,
rap passion, I was born with rap, written in my heart.
I am a person hard to understand,
I invite you to get to know me, do you want to?, listen to me
rap and being a person is what makes me a complete me,
because together we make 90 a hundred percent

[Chorus] (x2)
I am so similar, you live what I live
you feel what I perceive, I continue,
I share with you on this train, I am a friend
your wasted time is mine, my reason on this platform,
is that you are my ninety percent. (x2)

[Zpu]
If I feel that it's the 90% that I share,
if I fight and my headquarters is in my room,
I am just like you, if I fall I get up and there is no problem,
my theme is rap by system, to elevate such humble things.
Place the accents, in incredible stories,
tell them, that everything is different now cry,
in better hours and cry, they beg for a little good,
but just getting up to the store.
And who? It's me to change it, I think like you do,
and what line separates us from being monsters,
it's my first step to I don't know where, maybe towards 91,
by the way of me, but I'm not sure either,
Maybe I flow to the rhythm because I didn't know how to do anything better,
each time older, I take less than I leave,
and what does it matter?, a Shade than a Mazda,
I am not unhappy without it, and I console myself halfway because it's enough.
Because it's more than enough, millions ask for help,
if to a blurry world, you put eye drops
it doesn't heal, put a candle on it,
if death is tomorrow and life a martyrdom,
they are 92 of my soul, it's delirium, and cold.
See me clearer, but the distance grows,
I also hit myself with some riffraff,
and what does it matter?, I share with Porta my 93
and I go down with my spirit as in Pentecost.
My sport is I continue with my uncertainty observe,
without a penny in reserve, but with grass,
fruit of effort, I brought my 95 to your city,
if I commit a crime it's not out of desire, it cries out of necessity.
That is palpable, from here to Tegucigalpa everyone suffers,
because this congestion is not overcome with Espidifen,
visit dream places and you will know
where sunny beaches shine yes, but without bread.
The rest is what I keep, what keeps me sane,
I take what I feel, and what I lose,
they are just memories, almost from another life, and it's been so long,
slightly different, I share almost everything.
As happy, as fed up as you can be,
as full of disgust as the world I breathe,
but I feel that it matters to me, sweet is the sentence that saves me,
a 5% that is kept.

[Chorus] (x2)
I am so similar, you live what I live
you feel what I perceive, I continue,
I share with you on this train, I am a friend
your wasted time is mine, my reason on this platform,
is that you are my ninety percent. (x2)

Yeah, more than it seems, my man Porta,
this is, no trick, 2.00.7, the Golden Man,
more than it seems, less than you believe...