BENDECIDOS (feat. Norick, Foyone, Solitario Mondragón, Santa Fe Klan, Akapellah, Al2 (El Aldeano), Toño Lizárraga, Alemán, Kase.O y Canserbero)

Holy Luck
It's family, it's union
Life itself brings us together
This is Norick from Rapper School
Respect for all neighborhoods
Tell me, yeo
Cayro is on the beat

It is about representing
I'm going to win respect
I know that may bother many
You had to be here when there was nothing to eat
Times of winning little and losing a lot

Today you have to see me
I'm from anywhere
Wherever I want, I can stay
No problem, my luck will pay
I cut him hard so that could happen, and
I don't allow anything to anyone who wants to offend me.

I had a dream and it was to live what I wanted to be
And I called him with my thought
The weather is good and it rewarded me as it should
If it didn't go well for you, man, I'm sorry

With the blessing as a shield when they throw the bad
Dodging betrayal like Neomar dodging bullets
There was nothing, I just won and I put in a pick and shovel
Now my mother has her house paid for with the plays

You could lose, you could win
They can love you, they can hate you
Only God will tell what my destiny is
But I don't forget who paved the way for me

I carry mine ahead wherever I go
Loyalty can't be bought, loyal people don't fail
Those who were there on day one, when I had nothing
They are the ones who celebrate with me with their loaded cup

For them, I toast, I bless them, if it weren't for them
I wouldn't be celebrating living my dreams
The same dream I've had since I was little
Always up, like smoke from a log

Here's to not seeing the net price of Jordans anymore
I want to quit, but my dreams bribe me
Many say that I am not a rapper
Because they have no choice when they see that I surpass them

I earned respect without blowjobs, without varus, without stoppages
I'm not Quintero, but it was very expensive for them
Today we have everything, the street was my poem
I'm Latino, so your border is not a problem

I am a Molotov in the hands of an activist
One more missing person on that fucking list
I sing like Pedro Infante for the pain of my neighborhood
We come from poverty to the big stages

Women in brothels for their daily bread
Motherfuckers who shoot for a living
This is not Alice In Wonderland
This is Mexico, bastards, and long live the family

I count on the blessing of those who love me
That's why I'm sorry (thank you very much to those who love me)
This is my moment (and those who don't, too)

They know what I'm telling (aha)
With the blessing of those who love me
That's why I'm sorry (Santa Fe, you can't deny it)
This is my moment (as it should be)
They have to understand it (tell me, Ángel)
Pure Holy Luck

They took advantage of mine and my innocence
That's when my intelligence went into emergency
But thanks to all this, I have the experience
Music is my salvation, and for my pain, anesthesia

Who would have imagined that everything for singing
Would my life change everything because I started rhyming?

With my notebook and pen I leave their mouths open
In the crazy clinic with a flow of neta
Shooting lyrics like a machine gun
I have plenty of bullets for him to mess with me

The bass drum sounds, the tone drops, I'm with my combo
There is no crown, nor throne
Black lenses, lying down, XL
Today the TV news defames me

Blessed Holy Luck, beloved rap, for knowing you
I bring knowledge, whoever wants, let him come closer
In fifteen years it has given me so many moments, always pleasant.
And so transcendent, that all that remains is to thank you

In a scene infected by fake gigolos
My greatest fortune is being able to record with my idols
Let the public itself decide whether I continue or not.
I put on my headphones so I don't hear mistakes

Only the real ones believe in you when you start
And very few understand what you think
The sheath is tight, who would have thought that the traveler would be
With plates and a turntable, would I put a plate on my table?

A contract in my head, my record label was my friends
And the only advance that existed was the desire
Crossing the Venezuelan border
And take our job to other Spanish-speaking territories
(Tell him, AL2)

The neighborhood knows my name, because I don't fit in on the radio
What you think of me, I don't give a damn
Because my art, yes, is from the street and yes, it comes from below
I didn't go through the half-doings, I went through work

Inspiration is beautiful like a falling star
And the art of the word goes in your heart whistling
It's a good time when your neighborhood is crying
To make it very clear what you feel here, which is your side

I am not a hero or a leader, I am simply a man
Which also revealed the dark side of the Cayman
I made a brothel from my homeland, Fidel Castro, El Alacrán
Who spent sixty years poisoning what is bread

When a song is only to take advantage
You listen with your waist and leave like a waste
But when a song, with the heart, has been made
To listen to it, you have to put the headphones on your chest

Thank you for the love, for the morale, for the murals'
Giving classy music from marginal neighborhoods
The real ones, the ones that, yes, have a worthwhile message
Those who speak reality and never appear on TV
Go ahead!

I still have plenty of strength to fight a thousand wars
For my people, for mine
For those who have already left me

If I fall I get up
Much stronger and braver
Always with the head up
I have already verified them

(German)
I always step on it to the bottom, throw me, I don't hide
For mine I answer and for my mother, my mother breaks me
Take off your stupid face, you better take it off soon
Because I don't run or fear anything
I always face them head on

Ready to fight, no matter what day it is
Here we always work, focused on the idea
The task is completed, placid so that they can see me
Your people only show off and mine always knock out

These whores don't know about respect or morals
So much envy that they secretly go and scratch my mural
It's not my fault if life continues to treat you badly.
They think they're OG's, but they didn't do anything original

We start from the bottom with a gray sky
We went backpacking all over the country
Now we sell out concerts, I feel happy
Everyone would like to have a little house like me

(Kase. O)
Everyone was silent and attentive
They saw something different being born, appearing, ah
A new rhythm, a change in mind
Hip hop was born, thus saving many people (the fucking master)

Lots of trends, lots of evolution
But the spirit remained in every region
Oh, so much legend on television
Of competition and division

Open your eyes, look up, huh
Love music and family, hey, the gang, hey
We are eternal, hey, names that shine, hey
In the entire world

I gave my life to you, blessed rap
I meditate on the shoulder, I have already defeated death
They want to age me, and I grow green again
How hard it must be to want to see myself lose
I have Holy Luck

Yeah, it's real hip-hop for all my brothers around
Real people know that I got the sound
Straight from downtown
I have lyrics that I should donate to you, yeah
Let's see if this represents how it should be

(The peasant)
Oh, but look who's back, he's on the loose
Of the bastards, the most complete
My mother has nothing to do with this
Honest, with friends and enemies
I think I've read that the latter are more faithful to you, no

I return like the phoenix every so often
Icy is my song, like the vigor of the cold bear of the Antarctic
I handle the situation like Playstation
Very little sky for so much imagination

Perfect for the system, right? That's the problem
Me trying to occupy my space under the burning sun
And with pretensions of kings, and laws for oxen
They come and tell you that you can't be the way you are

Go to hell, buddy, down the drain
If they can, they take the shortcut to their mother's pussy
High caliber rap made by tigers, for tiger'
And I hope your rap frees you from my high caliber rap
'Cause it's can, can

I count on the blessing of those who love me
That's why I'm sorry (yeah, and they know it well)
This is my moment (and they can't deny it)

And you know what I'm talking about (Mexico)
With the blessing of those who love me
That's why I'm sorry (tell me, yeo)
This is my moment (head always held high)
They have to understand (we are the same race)

This is the essence of rap in Spanish (the neighborhood cries)
Straight from the neighborhoods
For everyone (because envy kills)
This is what keeps us alive
(Because envy betrays-na-na-na-na)
Good luck, family
Tell me, Cayro

Cry, the neighborhood cries, the neighborhood cries
Because envy kills
Because envy betrays-na-na-na-na

Cry, the neighborhood cries
Because envy kills
Because envy betrays-na-na-na-na