Rumores, Lo Que Se Comenta Por Alli

"When one acquires a bit of fame, people watch him, everyone
looks for a way to sink him; I don't think many people believe those
nonsense when a glimmer of happiness is glimpsed there is always someone
who wants to destroy it. You should be careful with what people are saying
I wouldn't bring up the subject if I thought they were passing rumors; it doesn't
surprise me... And what are they saying?"

"Hey man, man, I heard that Porta, damn, that Porta is a posh
man, that Porta is a posh, he's a daddy's boy!"
"But, how can that be? But, if he's a super rapper, there, he goes around
acting like a gangsta in his neighborhood, they even want to beat him up and all that man" "No,
no, no, he's just a posh kid"

Look, Look...

Look, they are just rumors, and I don't give a damn.
In the end they will say that Bazzel and I are gay.
We have formed a crew of posh kids in Lebu, right?
I started working like a pig but daddy paid for everything,
You judge without knowing, you speak without knowing,
They have even gone as far as inventing that others write my lyrics,
I know it bothers you that I'm so good and you seek an explanation
Damn, there's no trick, at night I masturbate in my room,
Thinking about all these things,
About your absurd manipulation of the gossip press,
About rap, about Porta,
You are the typical fools who rhyme Porta with "he's got a small one",
and the envy that consumes you inside,
I have fun watching this, sorry if I make you furious.
It's true, Porta pays for the studio,
Whatever you make up about me really pisses me off,
That they threw an egg in my face and I did nothing?
Each one who invents nonsense, I have it in for you.
Leave me alone, damn it, fame is not for me.
So if you don't know me, don't say it's gone to my head.
Talking for the sake of talking, judging without knowing, foolish thing.
Having criteria is something very few know how to use,
And then the rappers in the room talk about respect,
That I act like a gangster, ghetto, posh, hippie and chav.
What I needed, they invent that I pay for collaborations,
It's amazing how the panorama of rap fans is.
I'm repetitive and have a grating voice,
Sure and also, know that I act all mysterious,
I love those who hate me, they entertain me,
Am I a rich kid with posh hair and a winter coat?
Ah, do I steal beats? pure coincidence,
second-rate producers, I'm amazed by your incompetence.
Selling beats and then selling them to someone else is Xinkoa's thing,
Mr. Traitor, I'm still waiting for those letters from Boa
Because I agree with your criticisms,
More false than the Church and Judas' kiss.

They look for me in my neighborhood, and I don't even know why,
Is it because I'm not from the rough neighborhood and I'm an MC?,
Yes, annoying, I'm cocky, posh and arrogant.
Tell me via Messenger and better if I'm Away,
20 people add me every day, hey, but I'm rude.
Who knows me knows that my room is pure chaos,
I'm a daddy's boy who has everything,
I'm not that imaginative when it comes to forums,
Hey, I'm not cool, because I don't smoke or drink, and that's not rapper-like,
People like to make up stuff because they're like Casper,
Damn, I'm sad man, why do you have it in for me?
Please, don't say I died like Lady Di
Your friends are saying around that in Freestyle you beat me,
You know where to find me, prove them wrong,
Actually you can judge my rap but not my person,
My rap is the least of it? I know it's good, no wonder you're pissed.
Dad always said no even though mom spoiled me,
It's okay, I forgive you, since it's just envy,
There are idiots pretending to be me to turn people against me,
And then there are the typical ones who want to be like Porta,
My demo cost eight hundred thousand euros,
The lyrics, the style, the flow nine hundred thousand, while we're at it,
I work on autopilot "Ignorant!" Don't you know what that is?
I'm self-taught, I write lyrics like a fifteen-year-old, I know.
With your friends you act cocky and surely you mock me,
If you cross paths with me on the street you just ignore me,
If you do it's out of admiration, I live in a posh neighborhood,
That's a kid who lives in Pedral D'Esprobijo,
You make up gossip, secondary lies,
You can't attack my rap, because it's cool, that pisses you off,
Envy is bad, didn't you learn that in school?
Appearances are deceiving, you better stop acting tough,
Saying I have an issue with someone I don't even know who it is,
I've rapped with Andy and Lucas, Melendi and Miguel Bosé,
No way, say I listen to machine and reggaeton,
That Porta with his chains thinks he's a big shot.

Look, I'll tell you something, that maybe you don't know,
Well, why say it if you'll just make something up?
You don't lack imagination, what's up?, I live in Sarrià, ah,
That's one more reason why I can't do rap,
bah, admit it, you know I do it great,
I shove my words up your ass with a funnel,
You want to deceive yourselves and say that I'm a piece of shit,
I know you like to listen to my demo in a dark room,
But don't let anyone know, follow your leader,
I hate crews because they're usually made up of jerks,
Comment on my rap, not on my personal life,
Porta is not funny, be more original,
They kicked me out of a gig? I'll punch you before that, I swear,
When it's said freestyle, it's freestyle and that's it.
You'd love for me to run away,
It's just that to make yourself look good you tell it your way,
Where the hell does the posh thing come from?
Dad didn't pay anything, I'm amazed by what you make up,
There are a thousand rumors going around, damn it,
Know that Porta laughs his head off and enjoys it,
Rumors are invented by anonymous people just because,
You are MCs from the club of the nameless because you're bored,
It's not just about getting to the top, it's also about staying there,
If you don't have the means it's because you don't know how to move,
Listen, I'll be honest,
Quality maybe yes, but making good rap isn't about money.
You are the shame of rap that makes you laugh,
They talk behind my back and to my face always fake smiles,
Tell me something that hasn't been said, something I don't know,
Thanks to all of you who have dedicated songs to me,
Hey! I won't mention you, I won't give you promotion,
If you feel targeted, it's for a reason,
You're wasting your time if you think rumors bother me,
Songs, gentlemen listen,
You'll see that I laugh at anyone who tries to make up stuff to annoy me,
They criticize without listening, they make up a lot,
There are no stupid comments, just fools who comment.

It's remembering my live show, she left more than delighted,
Even if you went to Soma with money, I'd kick you out,
Say what you want, it doesn't bother me at all,
Those of you who insulted me paid for the ticket beforehand,
Double Chewbacca, measures his traumas without a mask,
His face is so ugly that it's even on the cover of a demo,
I don't know what to do, you change your voice every two by three
I massacre you and record in Lebu with Singstar, damn,
See if you get it, men of the day,
That's called ragga and I do it with cunning,
Annoying, see if you shut up already, on Monday go clean it up,
"Hey man, Carlos, go and pay him a calo"
It's interesting, another idiot,
M-Ku the fag and Valle and Milky sucked my dick,
Sandy, 6th place of idiots,
P.S.: I hope to hear from you very soon.

Man, but put on the beat, I haven't finished.
And what they say about me doesn't matter to me, idiots,
I always end up seeing the signatures of some fag,
go and lick his dick To the first one who passes by,
I eat some Lays until all the bars end.
And the fucking saga of fucking Xinkoa begins,
don't trust his beats, because he steals them all,
first he gives them to you and then to another MC,
Negro, posh gill, Latin Sergy, pimpín
If you don't like reading, don't lie in your raps,
Abusers who are nothing and think they're great,
I'm docile almost always, except when they piss me off,
I fuck whoever fucks me, always when they deserve it.