Este es mi rap

It's just rap, although it's my rap that plays in your earphone
speaking with rhythm is what I rhyme and compose my rap
I make a message, I make a hesitation, rap is just what it sounds like
Whether you like it or not, I'm good at representing the new school.
It's my sequel this is my rap this is my only world seriously
I want to be me and show that Porta hides some mystery
an empire, four aces up the sleeve of his suit
I brought the rap the ace of aces and an almost perfect fit
of syllable words I want a door to open for me
and I want to be between your two legs, I keep throwing metaphors
I run through the instrumental rope to catch up with me
give me what I deserve, a rap that can unseat me
I'm still far from your reach, I'm still millions of light years away
rap and I form a being like Jesus and his cross
Bush is stupid, and that cannot be changed
you are like this and you will continue like this your entire fucking life
I keep insisting I don't know who you are or who they are
I still think that I eat MQ like a pawn
This is my rap fresh out of the oven
I am to rap what Nacho Vidal is to porn cinema
I decorate rap like you do with the Christmas tree
bombs fall on Baghdad while you listen to this rap
or while you scratch me on messenger you know I'm absent
I'm sorry if I don't answer but there are more important things.
It bothers me that they want to face me in battles
because I know enough about the results Porta never fails
and hit me, look for my number and say you know me
It's a secret they don't believe you now it's an open secret

No, I don't like tobacco nor do I like alcohol.
I'm still the kid who loves Dragon Ball
I'll be an urban legend, I'm not going to break that promise.
whoever follows it gets it, my faithful princess told me
and I'm worth the same or more than Disney, I want them to freeze me
May they keep me alive, may they wait for my great return
At the right moment you have chosen not to show your face
shoot words you will see that you are going something gangsta
my art of eclipsing you is enough to make your life impossible
I overshadow you, you charge by the hour, you passable rap whore
This is my rap it's simply the rap you want to hear
22 songs in one month get ready to be blown away
This is my world, this is my rap and in my rap I am the king
You will repeat by clicking Repeat and clicking Play and you will see.
I'm not believed I believe in my point aside interested?
Call the rap line and you can be represented
this is rap from the heart competition rap
pen, paper, a stand and a microphone on
I throw out vocabularies, syllables, words, vowels, parables
to fly show that with rap I make you caroms
It's that simple in this sample I give an example of MC
I started when I was 12 or 13 years old and now I'm going for LP? Bah!
Fuck Reggaeton and the posh people who think they are rappers
listen to my rap on the train, I excelled, I showed that I'm the best in my class
He challenged Pablo Neruda on this matter of writing
I am Merlin, King Arthur, Excalibur on my waist
my art surpasses the paintings of Da Vinci mesan,
This is my rap and I don't care what they say
where infinity ends Porta begins, okay man?
I am the MC that will make you swallow your words and your semen
The secret is in the masses, those who do not retreat advance
reality and confusion equals hope
Reggaeton makes you stupid, stupid, I play fronton
with your forehead face contribute Porta, slam the gate
what DosH are my life is called rap passion
the repeat and once again I brought up the topic in this song

"Hip hop my movement, it's just a feeling
hardcore rap for those who don't know..."

Hip hop my movement, it's just a feeling
hardcore rap for those who continue listening to me at this moment
with an exact flow, I narrate when I was seventeen years old
I manage, I'm a dwarf and I still nail them to you
I fit into every hype in every box
rambling verses because I have an advantage over you,
I found out that with my rap you jerked off
you keep doing them,
You cum with my rap right? What are you learning from my rap?
Porta representing my group Rap Comando
Porta "It's not a question of ages" and still I keep fucking you,
flying through the sky we are touching the top
They won't cut our wings because we are already very high,
far from your rap, far from your colleagues
You know that I am in the clouds and that from there I see you and greet you
I see you so small that you know I got here without licking a fucking ass
I go, I enter, I stop it, I shoot you eat the turnip,
The bullets stop me, I protect my life, I tell you the Porta
on the vine stopping the car, dirty, you eat it right there
stale fool I don't give you my vote
I bounce on your face, I notice you are broken, I pick up your pieces.