Desde La Servilleta

With the letters I'm obsessive-compulsive
And the alphabet is on the verge of collective suicide
It doesn't matter because as long as I'm alive
Even without words I write

Breaking the rules, that's what it's about
Making a chair stand on one leg
With just one verse in the midst of chaos
Find peace in a parallel universe

Fool, no need to think so much, my saint
I'm a rapper, so why not sing
Without playing the victim, without so much drama
I rhyme like you in 4x4
Because from the alphabet soup I make a stew
And on top of that, I rap them in 6x8

I respect the movement
I also laid bricks from the pavement
I also mixed cement
If it didn't work out for you, I'm sorry
It must be sad to write to end up rapping to the wind

What you haven't said in your whole life, beast
I said it in just one year of my career
I fed my notebooks so much
That they no longer fit in my suitcase

Cooking without a recipe book
I learned to take out the pencil when the heart tightens
Rhyming for real, the truth, the real deal
From bar to bar, writing on a napkin

Until my pencil bleeds out
With ice in the fridge I learned to write hungry
I'm a rapper even if I only use a guitar
Without a beat and without a DJ, the bars are still bars

And I duel against the cello
No one takes me out of here, even if all the angels come down from heaven
Rap on the street with all its voices
The words that the dictionary still doesn't recognize

What you didn't know the meaning of even with a doctorate
Rap explains it with a rhyme
The story of the bullets that splatter us all
From the one who shoots them to the one who makes them
You don't define rap, asshole
The verse that the beat chews defines it

It's defined by the power of the word
The punchlines that hit your mind until it opens
Rap doesn't complain with me
Because I was more faithful to it than I was to my partners

Rap is everything you can't see
It saw my son born, saw him grow, even fed him
And tied my legs with which I jump
So that depression wouldn't push me from the twenty-fifth floor
And I connect with you on another level
Because it taught me to say what doesn't fit on paper

And if I get lost in the middle of nowhere without transportation
I let the pencil decide my north
And here I'll be, even if you don't see my contribution
In this sport until my machetes no longer cut
Even if they abort this whole mission
Here I'll be even if the letters no longer matter