Resurrección

Portaa! Portaa!
In the mouth of so many! You fucking love to talk, he's not dead! The son of a bitch is very much alive. Straight from Barna city, In the mouth of so many in 2008 and of so many, Die, bitch, I'm going to break your fucking neck, learn it damn it. Get ready, you love to talk, right? You love to talk, right? In the mouth of so many.

(Porta)
I write each song out of a vocation from your eardrums to the heart, I pay attention with precision without rest to the verses I launch, I call it rapasion. I create emotions with rap no matter the age because there are no tricks here, gentlemen, no secrets or mistakes, I know what fear is, a pair of balls back me up. I sound elegant, different in the mouth of SO MANY people. It's impressive, I'm the cause of creating emotions with a couple of phrases. Without haste but without pause, the cause is RAP, I know it pisses you off that the kid you hate with a masterstroke with this LP. So much in so little time made me calm among so many issues. From Barna capital dude to the end of the world. And the earthquakes and the curls of Bisbal start to tremble. If you want, you can try to kill me even though I'm not mortal. Accept the consequences because the truths always hurt, those who hate the most are always the ones who can do the least. I may not be a rapper but far from posh. I consider myself an MC and more than moving masses, I direct them.