Porque Puedo

Porta

Because I Can

Pay attention to what I say,
because I choose my words carefully
and I won't repeat them again,
I'm the who,
the where, the what and the when,
and the why, it's that simple,
because I can...

...because I can...
...watch how I flex on you...
...how the flow suits me better, guys...
...you're gonna swallow it whole now...

Don't look for tricks,
my rap is good, period,
I don't make so many songs just to fill space,
I'm back,
feet on the ground and hands up,
up and down,
no tricks or cheats
and this is not a robbery.
I know I'm not very original sometimes,
but the end result,
is mind-blowing, dude,
I'm bitter,
for not going to clubs or parties,
I stay home making rap, which is what I like,
I hate UPA dance guys,
and Santa Justa Klan even more,
I don't dance, I don't smoke,
I don't drink, I'm a weirdo,
but when it comes to rap, I'm the one who deflowered you,
I'm amazed,
mc's talk nonsense,
it's about winning,
badass mc's make up words they don't even know,
I'll crush you here or in your local court,
used to being told: you're not bad at all.
Here I am again,
but now at eighteen,
listen, I heard that your girlfriend talks trash about you,
mc's can't even rhyme,
they seem depressed,
don't deny it, I know you have me on an MP3,
everyone knows it,
I'm back,
Porta again,
MTV censors whatever they want,
I feel good doing this,
I'm a pro,
it's funny when they say I'm the Ronaldinho of rap,
mc's practice in their showers,
and then I school them,
2007, demo, dope,
the first month of the year,
I'm back,
ladies and gentlemen, Porta is back,
how the flow suits me better, tied up or loose,
many call me brother just because it sounds good,
now to be a rapper you have to deny that you like Eminem,
you're all so different,
and yet so alike,
what you all have in common
is that you're morons.

I'm Porta, and that means the who,
where, I do it where I want
and the rap is the what,
tell me when, whenever I feel like it,
the why, it's simple and easy... because I can.
I'm Porta, and that means the who,
where, I do it where I want
and the rap is the what,
tell me when, whenever I feel like it,
the why, it's simple and easy... because I can.

Now it's about downloads,
not sales figures,
I don't want to be a legend,
nor be on the home shopping channel,
I don't think you'll ever see me on the black market,
it's the brother of my aunt's boyfriend's cousin who sings,
Porta lifts it up and gives it away on the internet,
I see many geeks with my lines as their nicknames on messenger,
I'm back as a demo artist and underground,
I return to surprise again like the sequel to Saw,
little rappers, why do you say 'respect to you'?
if then behind your back: I leave the mic to this one and I school him,
I'm back more perfect, accept it,
if you were born by C-section and now you're coming out of the closet,
the neighbor at night:
-kid, lower your voice!-
so I lower my volume,
and raise the speaker's,
two H's, their super-H's,
I use rap for men,
you have cachet,
you come to boo,
stupid, screw you,
they freak out when they see me,
and live they shout: wow,
they freak out with me like I freaked out with Kase-o,
screw you,
I'm back again,
let's see if anyone has the balls
to challenge me in my game.
I put my messenger address on the back cover,
some not very bright ones ask me:
are you really Porta?
no, I put it because it bores me,
no shit,
here I am again with who-knows-how-many songs,
again, with some top-notch collaborations,
I curse those who blew up Atocha station,
again, I'm back here with my rap,
don't look for tricks,
I already proved this wasn't about age,
criticize me as much as you want,
you act like a king and I laugh at you all over your face,
an artist dies when people stop talking about him,
I like being in your mouths,
a piece of paper immortalizes me,

The demo will last as long as I want,
I do rap for myself,
screw money and fame,
I work hard, I know,
I'm back more confident,
I don't do fusions or bullshit,
just pure and hard rap,
I eat a Kinder,
surprise gift,
if you listen to me at night you'll wake up with a hard-on,
I'm huge in the literal sense,
because you don't see girls like the ones in the movies on the street, huh dude?
with me,
no jokes aside,
I delete you from my contact list for annoying me,
arrogance,
I only competed with you in verses,
I'm the one from the back of the class,
who did rap and forgot about high school,
not fucking Porta, not Porta support,
it's clear,
this isn't your calendar,
Mister Porta sounds weird,
ladies and gentlemen,
I'm back because I feel like it,
you'll never fail with me,
I warn you,
I screw your whole club at the entrance of your concerts,
attentive, mouths open and drooling,
just give me a microphone
and let me do what I want.
I can't be a rapper,
for not being from the hood,
know that rappers kill it on stage,
today is not your day,
you study while I'm in the studio,
I don't do rap to fill up,
that's why there are no interludes here.
I speak plainly,
because my words are golden,
I get hot girls just for the track I collaborate on,
I'm addicted to rap,
just like to Coca-Cola,
imagine what happens if you leave me alone with a beat,
I'm perfection personified,
I'm gonna make you kill yourself but nothing happened here,
Porta again,
I'm here again,
rap 24/7,
31 days a month,
I can't be an mc,
for how I wear my hair,
it's normal for your boyfriend to be jealous of me,
I'm on top,
even though my feet touch the ground,
many wonder,
and it's simple,
because I can.