Sin Censura (part.Teeam Revolver, Robb Candela, Sipo One y Geassassin)

(Robb Candela)
Robb Candela
Sipo One
El Geass
Teeam Revolver
El Jayrick

Let him speak, let him contribute
But don't let him go overboard, especially not his way
We hit hard so the wedge tightens
You'll lose more, even if you get away with it

Leave the flags, or the one you stick to
Don't try to sound like your buddies
Let me summarize for better understanding
You can't be from Word because you copy and paste

You're crying because now you see me on top
But you don't know what this streetwise guy avoids
Everyone knows me and when there's no way out
I go out and come back with the promised cash

Some laughed and saw me as having no future
But that's how we grew up, coming from the toughest
Hopefully, this track arrives at a very inconvenient time
To the party where you were showing off

(Teeam Revolver)
I feel everything falling into place
Although there are days when I don't even know how to start
In situations, it's good to doubt
Because you don't know what snake you might come across

Damn
In bad times, put on a good face, and mine is ugly
You want to be where I am, kid, and you get dizzy
You feel the vertigo and I'm disgusted by how you operate
A lot of drama in your songs that seem like an opera

Between vice and fame, that's how I sail through it
Billing a hundred with what comes out of this chest
Old man! That's what they call me in the game
And I feel like I'm in school, always learning

My skill on the microphone is unquestionable
Your ability to write, kid, is not very reliable
Ha! They shoot from their trench
This joint is a US flag, pure bars and stripes

(Sipo One)
I put a thousand on the team, more balls than an omelette
Here your chains are worth a chef's ball
We are the street rap that censors the internet
Because I kill them in the room like in the Paulette case

Born on the dark side, each bar brings poison
Only when I spit a verse do I show my good side
I split MCs in half with such obscene pain
That if they're stopped by sciatica, now they feel like John Lennon

Bars on my lyrics are stepping on your neighborhood
I've grown up in crime and now they fear the pen
I laid the foundations and if there are zeros in the payroll
It's from extortion collections in the 400 block

Money, I come from hot land
Only in the reins, I carry 3 presidents on my Rolex
If you're going to talk about bars, make sure I'm not around
Because in the hood, they know me as The King without being Vicente

(Geassassin)
I have plans to end the year and start it
But it slips away just thinking about it
If I left the hood, it's because I still carry
More hunger than a Haitian with money in hand

Come if we're going to run without overlapping
Sea and land, what divides us, meridian
I do double laid back and triple if we chill
That picture is props, cholo goes without grams

We don't cross ourselves, it's to see if we're good
Protected by the masters, gods we esteem
When your crew loosens up, we stretch here
It's not what I say or how, it's my loud voice

Exporting, we don't emigrate to your state
I have agreements with several, emirates
Eyes on your data, neither master nor slave
Not a master, not a lover, but let's go
Love