Haciendo Historia

Making history Yeah!

[Chorus]
You’re killing Hip Hop from the inside,
it’s a short path and hundreds, fuck them!
They can’t handle me,
I’ll be a legend of national rap if everyone wants it.

I plan to make history, 'cause my rap is who I am,
if you don’t like what I give, B-boy,
today’s not your day, I’m
light-years ahead of your competition, yeah.

For the one from the block,
my greatest virtue
is to sketch on the page from afar.

Episodes of my life are,
you can smell the pain,
talking shit about me here
means you can’t keep up.

Equal this theme,
your syntax is far from mine,
MC, you can’t even compete with my own reflection.

And they compare me to legends, there’s a reason,
competing against me
is like comparing a turtle
to me, a rooster.

Heart attack, of course, 'cause I can,
it’s not that I’m so high up,
I just make you bite the dust.

Smell my swagger, don’t even look,
don’t touch it,
my blog seeks angles,
so that the clash of my rap
causes this shock.

I warn you, I’ve got a third eye open,
appearances can be deceiving,
I seem to be the lazy one.

Be careful, 'cause I bite like a Pitbull,
I’m a Iurokuriskane,
I’m not another loser dying to drop an LP.

And I surpass you in every aspect,
if I’m on so many lips, it’s 'cause I deserve it.

And so ends my first part,
don’t just call it rap,
it’s art,
period.

I’m gonna give you what you ask for,
better not look
before you humiliate yourself
by not being able to reach me,
it’s better you just end it.

[Chorus]
You’re killing Hip Hop from the inside,
it’s a short path and hundreds, fuck them!
They can’t handle me,
I’ll be a legend of national rap if everyone wants it. (x2)

I’m fed up with three-quarters of the planet,
what are you gonna do to me?
With that bullshit demo?
Bah!
Dream on!
Shut your mouth!

Accept defeat,
I can be more addictive than Coke!

B-boy, I’m still alive
and you don’t know for how long,
and he who laughs last laughs best,
and I end up laughing (hahaha).

For me, it’s not just a job or a hobby,
my rap is so big it’ll make you feel small like a hobbit.

You all won’t be able to handle me,
I’ve sworn it,
how many, how many have underestimated me!

I’ve taken rap
and broken it in half,
it’s just a matter of time
before I change your mindset.

Handling me is like Pinnie Fun,
and it’s the fault of what they say,
you’re as
moldable
as contestants
of the big stink of Operation Triumph.

And I suffer seeing the king fined
for addressing him with an insult,
I stand out like no one without being fat,
this even pleases the deaf.

I stitch words together and then I embroider them,
I’m someone who, without wanting to, will go down in history,
not for who I am,
but for not letting myself be changed by the scum.

You’re killing Hip Hop from the inside,
it’s a short path and hundreds, fuck them!
They can’t handle me,
I’ll be a legend of national rap if everyone wants it.

Respect doesn’t even exist anymore,
because of you, rap dresses
in mourning!
I echo the one who echoes in unity.