Sigo Con Mi Obra

I continue with my work
I continue with my work
I'm finally back
Holder
The time has come
'I prefer to be on the lips of so many
To be another of the many with a mouth'

I continue with my work
I'm finally back
The time has come
Now I know that I have never died
I was set to be rap by default

"Cristian and Porta can never stand each other"
They share different concepts

I continue with my work
Just like I said
It's not that I do it for fun
It's because my body demands it

My word of honor is love
And hatred of so many
How many are looking for what I have?
How many feel what I sing?

They call me crazy (everyone)
But I know I'm a genius
Your rap is like a movie
And yours is intermediate

I opened the doors for many
And now I fight with an end
Thank you, all that made me stronger
That wanted to sink me

You said it was love
But now I'm a myth
I have reached the other side of the planet
By screaming

Each writing is dictated by a blank mind
Jumping bumps
My conscience is carried by the devil
I'm talking about two H's

That have only just begun
I have never gotten tired
And everything I have, no one has given it to me
I have earned it
I just abuse my notebook

I won't be able to, the ear smells, the mind interprets

So you should be happy
Hundreds look like me
And you look like hundreds

And that's no difference
I feel indifference
Toward
People who are disrespectful
And loses its essence

You lose credibility
I have realized that 90
B-boys are closed-minded

If you think I have to put up with what I've put up with
If I didn't feel this way I would have left long ago

These are long years fighting for what I love the most
But what is the price to pay?
I'm not talking to you about money
Seriously, I dream throughout the hemisphere
And I didn't even intend to

Imagine where it would go
If I put my mind to it one day

You were waiting for me.. Yes
I know you want to talk
To fill your dirty mouths again
Yes, enjoy this song

Welcome back
This is why I move ssh
I'm here because I can
And if you deny that I'm a good MC

You won't see my end but oh well
I know that at least I play on the board
With the necessary chips to beat you

I make your ten a zero
I mean every sentence I throw out
It's like a well-aimed shot

It's like a game of chess
You have to think about every move
Having cards up your sleeve
Well kept
For carrying

Look, perfection doesn't exist
And you say that I don't come closer
Explain why you want me dead

is it because of fear?
It will be for
I don't know and I don't care
Today for me there is no one else but (porta)

I'm not just anybody
But if an ordinary guy
In this always
But I will never trust the motorcycle you sell

I fight for what I love most
And I will not give up
Fuck you, you and you too

If I am a mixture of feelings in one
I knew how to play my cards well at the right time
What I feel is pure

And here I am on the lips of so many Toys
Listen to me carefully
Here I go
To flatten your beak
I am the one who dared to tell what I felt
Without stopping to think what others would think
And things are going well for me
For being faithful to me
My heart tells me to write
On every paper

It's easy to feel
Just let yourself go (yeah)
Close your eyes and listen
'Welcome to Bipolar Disorder'
The show begins
I open the curtain

Bass drums, light box
Cameras and Action!