Acción y reacción

Chorus x2

They don't know what to say anymore, they don't know what to do, they have to lie
to appear to pretend more, come to tempt me to stop being foolish,
the gravel is thrown pampaparabaraba

sbrv

I wake up without use to whoever greets me without a supreme being to help me for such
if I have breakfast in this bed, if it doesn't spill on me,
Saturday nights I live in a drama and I believe I'm immortal
and fuck the appearance that dictates to you
to shout, self-taught in this rap thing
I'm already better than perfect in that respect
some dream of stopping crying, others cry inside
and barefoot in this Sahara drinking my thirst
I visit this agony once a month
this time these 2 are covering me
and if it hurts you, turn the other cheek
and I can't stand the one that comes from Samson
if they are just fairground monkeys, a jester in the Middle Ages
a saxophone playing alone on a corner your misery, I would be better than you
this is Miquel, fiscal, Porta gives you something to talk about
keep talking bad about me, it's publicity
and nails to bite for your long teeth
it stops being a hobby when you do it on commission
and I tie knots, tie knots in every tight tie in each sentence
I prefer to never stop than to stay still
they take me out of the place with a shovel I promise you
you take that country bumpkin face off.

Porta

pray your last prayer because the end is approaching
to be amazed at the spectacularity of this juggling act
every time I appear on stage they say bravo and I have too much
what the hell is wrong with you if I charge for every gig
you don't care what I do or don't do
it's still rap for pleasure, but I refuse to lose so others can win
I feel your nerves, I recognize, I have opened the doors
but only for a few to enter, realize
I'm a kid, maybe that's why you fear these 3
rap as a virtue and vice, as a profession and a symbol of maturity
this is my mental game, better not sweat
you? better than us? allow me to doubt it
my rap improves by the hour, I'm still under construction for renovations
I talk about you, the future is near and you're superfluous
get to know me and you'll see that I only lie when I swear
Porta the MC who usually only bets on safe
tell me to my face, if you have so much balls
if you say you do, I don't know why you don't show them
dark rap like Tim Burton, you the sun and me the clouds
I'm the verse that changed your face with Isusko and sbrv
and the devil forced me to sign a pact
his name was hip-hop, he tied me and left the angel aside
for life with him I talked about what I really want
I die for this. it's my poison.. my luck and that's why I dream

Isusko

and it sounds, if not what is it that sounds
to me rap doesn't matter and your lack of style poisons me
while you burst your veins with a cutter
because you can't rap and daddy doesn't buy you scooters
your ex doesn't ask, just demands answers
mine left me for songs like this
fuck her, I just want this to fit
her boyfriend is an orphan, I'll shit on his fucking mother
and steal your dreams in the REM phase
my rap is shit but it sounds good, come
to me ninety-nine out of a hundred
feminist women hit me with a frying pan
but I have a bulletproof vest and a bodyguard
my rap is provocative like a miniskirt
I didn't see the viability, I won't come back for Christmas, mom
I've sold everything, except my fucking dignity
and that's how it goes, that's how it goes, poorer every day
I never wanted to be a thief, even less a cop
and you call yourself an MC? allow me to doubt it
you were never here if you've thought about quitting
give me one more second, I want to show you that
I don't need a minute more to humiliate you and move your
hair from your face when you suck my dick
you don't like this CD? don't listen to it, asshole.

Chorus

They don't know what to say anymore, they don't know what to do, they have to lie
to appear to pretend more, come to tempt me to stop being foolish,
the gravel is thrown pampaparabaraba
action and reaction, you're left without a consolation prize
I never force inspiration, I know I won't become famous with this song
and even though the Bourbons don't listen to me or make an effort
castigating one lung while the other gains strength
and I'm not going to convince you because you already know where the door is