Julio Iglesias (feat. Aitor)

Woo!
1, 2, 1, 2
Ha-ha!
Check
Testing
The dream team
Alright
They sit me down, they hush me, and listen up (Ready? Go!)

Slow it down!
I’ve learned from my crew and from American rap
From other musicians and genres, Aitor was born
I’m here to school the kids, daddy’s back
If we are what we eat, my diet’s top-notch
Triplets!
It’s funny; they say I don’t have structure
That I’m not precise and I record trash
But I look at them and swallow their mockery, whatever
Staccatos!
If I get mad, it won’t matter, my time is precious
Maybe the facade looks different
But the inside is beautiful in my home
Double time!
I know I complicate things too much for you with what I spit
And you might get lost if I speed up what I say
You’ve never picked up a book, can’t expect miracles (Keep going)
They stick their noses in but know so little, that’s why I don’t rant
If I don’t understand a craft, I don’t crucify it, dude
I don’t open my mouth; I just don’t speak
Speed up and brake!
I’m going full throttle with good brakes
I don’t have the approval of your rappers
But I don’t want to belong to you
Get down!
This is so simple I shouldn’t even brag
You do double hits and in the end, you gotta raise the tone
Make it rhyme
They say they can’t find rhymes in my verses
Look closely because they’re alive, they’re clever
You gotta be dumb, more vision! They miss all
I can tell a good artist; they don’t follow dogmas
Hit it with hardcore!
Ah! They don’t get me
They want simple metrics; with this, they’re lost
They listen to repetitive, simple, vomit-inducing rap
While here, shell casings rain down
Follow the cymbals!
I always show up at night, I’m like a vampire without a cloak
I’ll sound in your PC and your car so you don’t live without music
I have a good goal and focus; I seem like Stiff Sullivan
Stop! 150 BPM, 16 bars, let’s go!
I’m your speech therapist, I articulate and don’t choke
Just look at how it turns out, my song leaves you dumbfounded
I’ve already made a cloud of smoke and I don’t even smoke weed
My tongue doesn’t get tangled, and I defend it well on gigs
How do you expect me to believe you? You’re just a demagogue
I get in your head because I’m a Demogorgon
The look on your face when I let it all out
Seems super good, you look half slow
Welcome to my school, better write it all down
And do the best you can
Though you’ll never do it like Herrada Aguilera, Aitor does
You can give me nicknames
Call me whatever you want, but I’ve got heavy tracks
Whoever wants it, step up on the boxes and kicks
Challenge me or ask for a collab, I won’t hide
I’ll always leave my mark, reduce everything to rubble
Looks like the chorus is coming in and sounds like (How!)

I’ve tamed the tigresses with my tracks
I’ve donated my sperm, which are my lyrics
I’ve slept with the bitches and the princesses
I have more, more, more kids than Julio Iglesias
I have more, more, more kids than Julio Iglesias
I have more, more, more kids than Julio Iglesias
I have more, more, more, more, more, more, more kids than Julio Iglesias

Perfect metric
Look how I throw words like they’re bullets and I don’t stop even if it hurts
A pain in the ass, I’m always making noise; as uncomfortable as a toothache
I never shut up, I cause chaos when I blow up and if I’m determined, you’ll be up all night
Choruses
And even if I tune it, when I sing I don’t stray from the metric, I repeat the refrain (More!)
I sing like an angel but I’m rebellious and that’s why God banished me to hell
I throw in a lot of hooks to make it sound sweet and you see me as a cute kid
I make your temperature rise while you get wet or hard and I can
Be that desire that governments wish they could ban
Half time!
I can do it slow
Let time stop
Expressing without stress at half time
Slower
Even slower
Produce the voice!
Float in space
Sing the blues!
I can sing you a blues with feeling
Dim the lights, feel my breath
I bring contrast and you shut up because I blow you away
More contrast!
Hey baby, you don’t know who you’re messing with
I can be like honey or like a fucking bitter coffee
I can be humble and learn, sometimes a lot
But today it’s a masterclass from an artist and I’m shining
Get emotional!
Look, a while back my dad told me:
"Get a real job; you can’t live off rap"
Today he tells me with glassy eyes:
"Son, I’m glad I was wrong; I’m so proud"
Metric with pauses!
Look at me, I’ll still be here when time passes
Call me and I’ll sound if you don’t hit pause
I break the metric on purpose
And soon it returns to symmetrical
Check it out, my interlinear rhymes are classy
Rock!
Eat me! I’m a full plate
And dance for me while I sing this rock
And I also play the instruments
And I’m the producer
Rap metal
I can fuse, make rap metal
You can’t stop Don Iván from getting in
Addictive like meth, I’m the one who always challenges
Imagine a video game, I’m the meta; the rest are betas
Exact rhythm!
I know how to follow every beat of the drums
Or sing in time with the melodies
Keep the synth!
The end is near, you see
I pulled out the little board (With choruses!)
More than a thousand substitutes remember me
They know it’s true
They won’t admit it
But I have more kids than Julio Iglesias

I’ve tamed the tigresses with my tracks
I’ve donated my sperm, which are my lyrics
I’ve slept with the bitches and the princesses
I have more, more, more kids than Julio Iglesias
I have more, more, more kids than Julio Iglesias
I have more, more, more kids than Julio Iglesias
I have more, more, more, more, more, more, more kids than Julio Iglesias