Próxima estación rap

Run, man, the train! Run! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Hey, open the door, damn it! Shit!
Ah! Next stop rap!

Next stop rap! We’re gonna fuck you up!
You ask for shit, and we deliver!
Next stop rap (bah) shoot!
Porta, Enigmah, Chus, Nayck, and Cloud right in your face!

You organizing concerts? Ha! I don’t believe it
If you book the venue, I’ll fill it up
You spent money on clothes? I spend mine on rap
I’ll drop two samples with a boom boom clap
No tricks, all the enigmatic stuff gets me going
I used to define my enemies as fools
So many nameless ones floating in this cosmos
So many ghosts like Fernando Alonso, they make me sad!
But I laugh, I might be a little shit
But I smile at your bullshit critiques
I’m a controversial MC, yeah, they know me
I bring quality
In quantity, every track is my splurge
I don’t give a damn about your flow, I break it when I want
Many MCs act cool but only know how to do hardcore
It’s funny they pay for the ticket
While some shout, “bullshit!”
And all the rest, “whores!” I don’t think, I act
But I think about what I act
I calculate rap themes and without practice, I polish you, competition?
I’m the most competitive MC, everything I set out to do
I achieve it by my own balls

Stop! The pussy’s getting wet, the groupie
She’s all over it while others chime in
The rappers say enough, they can’t handle the flow
Screw the ones who don’t shout at the show
Rap doesn’t want to talk about age, check the Porta
Two, the magic’s here, the shit that explodes
Look at Porta, is he getting laid? I’m fucking your girl
They talk to me about structure, verses on the base
Your girl in madness? Lasts longer than a fool in a jester
I know, it’s cool to mess with me, the soma takes breaks
In the rhythm, I undo the class,....... Always unravels
Jaw for pleasure, your flow’s a bad trance
Almost in a trance, it leaves you in these paragraphs
Now be careful, before Ray includes a bottle, boom!
The kick drum makes silence, this shit hits hard
And our style has a price, I know you dig this
And look how I bring it, tell all your buddies not to come acting tough

Porta, Enigma, Chus, Nayck, and Cloud are the key
The action against me, for you it’s science fiction
The five on the court, boo! You’re the stain
I’m the MC in the baggy shirt who phrases!

Totoyaco who boasts of what’s scarce in the boom boom clap
Next stop rap!
The golden hand, I nail it in the rap attack!
You act like a big shot but look like a mini-shat

(Haha) not so loud, you can’t piss
Paying to boo at a concert
(Bah) better dead, look how simple they are
Unbelievable flows like missiles against billions
Don’t assimilate, don’t breathe, my rhymes and mine
In your temple if you can’t keep up, switch platforms
Hardcore rap, buddy 100%, these five with zeal
They see them wherever they are, better not respond
Stop the ear, we send fools like you to oblivion
Critics the aesthetics, unable to handle our rap
Your scene’s a bit pathetic
And don’t dream anymore, well maybe, the fish dies by the mouth
In the forum, it repeats over and over, I ignore you
Your shit rap? To the toilet, Porta rap bombs, pe
I corroborate it, from zero I collaborate
For friendship without seeking the ovation, we break everything
And we flip the venue, I’m not looking for fame, I’m looking for good shit
With my crew, soma flows and performs, my rhymes
They hit you even though some just want to talk
You all lose your speech

I come to lament the beat, consider me the best hit
They call me Nayck, two is Chobit, rap attack on the compact
I break it, imparting my rap, your heart attack
I always come in unexpectedly, you know it
MC, I like it, it’s concise, I juggle
In narrow streets, like many of your mentalities
They won’t come out unscathed, I hit you with the style, I rob and hit
Caniquilo pulls out the vinyl, Porta, Cloud, Enigma
Chus, we shine, we break necks and choruses
With mic in hand, we leave hell cold
I break the rhythm! I step out of your music undefeated, I’m
The artifact, I cost, I’ll kill these vactos, exactly!
I rob facts with my nose, I bring the sulfate
To come out intact, I’m shit from zero eighty
That’s what I bring, finished to shut your mouth
And those with a bitter taste, however
I’ve parked your rap, there are no tricks or odyssey here
It’s not a question of age, always played that way
It’s nothing new, just five MCs that no one can stop
For that, from the scene to the belt, it’s my flow that wraps and hits!

And back, Tuno, as always, the wait is over
My rap has returned, proving it surpasses anyone’s
I’m calm, I know you were waiting
I slipped in with Porta and set the bar high
When they hear my rhymes, everyone knows it’s me
I do everything so perfectly that I’m a god to you
And it’s true, I admit there’s a lot of similarity
But humbly, you can just call me Chus
When I grab a mic, I have the crowd hanging on
I drop incredible lines that stick in their minds
And it’s evident, why should I deny it?
I’m as good at basketball as I am at rap
That’s my style, I have the cards on the table
Like Dani Pedrosa, I’m a young promise, and it weighs on you
And you can’t understand how two of my lines surpass your LP

And yeah, calm down, I know everyone knows
As long as I keep writing, you’ll always be second
I say it with respect, no need to get mad
If rap isn’t your thing, don’t act like you know
If you’re looking for good rhymes, man, here’s Porta
If you want a lot of style, this league nails it.