Desde lo alto

[Chorus]
From the heights, I vocalize impacts to your headphones,
from the heights, I contaminate your brain to extracts,
from the heights, Fado, Samo, and Dan bring precise rap,
from the heights, from here my style remains intact.
From the heights, I spread my wings, show my dominion,
from the heights, signing dirty pacts with demons,
from the heights, I spit bullets, forming a siege with them,
from the heights, from the heights, from the heights, it's my criterion.

(Samo)
If I shoot to the sky it's because your importance to me is minimal,
and you keep wasting time playing the victim,
if waves crash against rocks in a suicidal act,
why do they insist on targeting me.
You want to aspire to something, let me know,
maybe you can lick the dicks of this Camero, leave me alone,
free my mind and see if it escapes,
I write stories on sidewalks with the soles of my sneakers.
Stakes wrong, directed at the messiah,
his words go to mass, I burned that church,
promises, kisses, glasses, false ties,
verses, tense necks, assimilate my lactation.
I only trust myself and mine, I don't believe in what I don't see,
I guide myself by my light and after all today it doesn't shine,
Bio and Dan are not far, the stars,
in C2 sincere 3, they stop at the puddle, they have opened it.
Catch, dirty style from my room to the studio,
there's no god who can stop this flood,
if I connect with sector experts, not with specters,
cause and effect, that's why I'll make you perfect.
You see, the bis bis endive smells of bile,
if the east is encouraged by both, vipers and MCs with syphilis,
crisis, my gray, so my low-class atmosphere,
there's nothing left to expect from this shit metropolis.

(Dan)
Try to stop these 4, with kerosene for a while,
rap made me fly after a thousand scribbles,
more burned, you're anchored, let your passion fly,
from up here your style in a box with Eurovision.
They are 4 who started with enthusiasm, there are no frictions or desires,
they are tired of false dreams that escape,
I fight year after year to live without steps,
I listen to Big Bacardi while you watch Los Serrano.
While many gain capital, I lose my calm,
what good is the world to me if I'm looking for the soul,
and it's not here, it's not here, I don't want to bother like this,
but let me know if you find it with rapstar clothes.
I introduce myself, stray bullets, blows to the mouth,
I healed several wounds with Your Mother Is a Seal,
your neck doesn't dislocate for coke on rock bitch,
from H suck on this ink that dreams of heights.
I'm still sad about everything and happy about nothing,
I come to find out what is escaping me,
and that's why I rise up here and confess,
I highlight my problems that change their own weight.

(Porta)
From the heights, from here you can't be heard, so shout,
once lawful, it's written that it's my rap that excites you,
get out of the way or I'll be the one to move you,
Fado, Porta, Samo, and Dan are here, they leave you in checkmate.
If it's a matter of age, do you call yourself competition?,
I'm already a ten raised to its maximum power,
put another grain of sand and I already have a whole castle,
now I fly and like everyone I started from the underground.
See you later, look at the sky, I am that star,
if I spit from the heights it's because I want to leave my mark,
I'm a little bastard watching you from above,
at just 17 and already full of saliva.
And being just a kid I have a long advantage over you,
attack, I rose to the sky with bass, drums, and boxes,
you keep jerking off dreaming and thinking of me,
while I rise little by little as I move away from you.
I escape with Fado, Samo, and Dan, I watch you from the clouds,
here we are, because I want to achieve what I never had,
my own paradise and rise higher than anyone,
let's see who laughs, now that no one sees me anymore,
I fly so high that I even fly above God,
under my feet is the goodbye of a world that never existed,
I spread my wings, I see you so small from this place,
this is the story of an MC who learned to fly alone.

(Fado)
I am where I have to be no more no less,
what deserves more well, it's relative as always,
there's no ground, there's poison and you poison yourself sky,
I have the antidote by my side, my lady is my oxygen.
I am where I have to be no more no less,
sometimes cold and sometimes I burn,
there's no ground, there's poison and you poison yourself sky,
I have the antidote by my side, my lady.
I will forge in the wound to the bottom, pain is a pleasure,
sometimes morbid, sometimes a bad drink,
you have to take it in several sips, tell me when I bother and I move away,
always with reasons ahead, that's the pact.
Motivate me, ability crashes against,
asses in heat and it's a shame,
you were good, what happened?, was it necessity or was it by vice?,
everyone talks about the essence in their exercise.
San Ignacio rhymes pride,
a patriot from my neighborhood, here you have me, come for me, bring me the shroud,
I earn it, I chano it, it's been years of rap and notes,
how authentic rap sounds with which you vote.
Notes, it fills you or you don't like how my work sounds,
but I keep going, rap bitch life focus,
without whys, without anything there are no buts,
just rough rhymes biting like dogs.
[Chorus]
From the heights, I vocalize impacts to your headphones,
from the heights, I contaminate your brain to extracts,
from the heights, Fado, Samo, and Dan bring precise rap,
from the heights, from here my style remains intact.
From the heights, I spread my wings, show my dominion,
from the heights, signing dirty pacts with demons,
from the heights, I spit bullets, forming a siege with them,
from the heights, from the heights, from the heights, it's my criterion.