Presagio (Titán Remix)

Well... let's get down to business
And what does it matter if I come from Madrid
Or if I've come out of damn hell
What does it matter if I put your nerves on edge!

Listen to me, judge me
I sneaked into Mexico through the internet
Enjoy me, feel me
Say it on the street, I came from Spain
And my mission is to conquer them
Like my ancestors, more with words than blood
Let them hear my voice once and leave them hungry
And ask for more (more!) and make noise like a swarm
Pass me on to all your messenger contacts
Love me, hate me
And if I make you feel things, feel it again
Like an Aztec god, I have awakened from a slumber
And on this special occasion, I look ahead
I didn't come to make friends, I came to make fans
(I) Will give you quality hours because I'm worth it
(I) Am that boy who wanted to play with fire
To be above good and evil, touch the sky
To draw attention like cold air in hell
Come on you sons of bitches, the Phoenix rises!
This is what I do best and I want to give you
For the pleasure of giving exquisite taste to any palate
I don't make a damn penny with music and it doesn't matter
Time will tell, everything will come
I do this because I need to satisfy
My irrational thirst to communicate
To unite the mystical and the technological in the same track
And prove that I'm the best
I usually dream, never in vain
Yesterday I dreamed of moving crowds from a stage with my hands
And I know it will happen, I know, I always knew
I'll have more followers than the Virgin of Guadalupe
And you? Raise your arm and look at yourself
You have goosebumps and wonder why
Don't you see it? I'm like cocaine
How many of those you hear give you goosebumps?
I don't have a record label or money, for now
I only brought an intention that devours your emotion
I feed on word of mouth sensations
I win people over by leaving my throat hoarse
I'm not a typical Spanish guy, nor a typical rapper
Drowned in your crappy simplicity, stereotypes
I represent only my ego and I trip
Fuck off to the old farts of hip-hop
I can sing rock 'n roll, I want to transcend pop
Sell millions of copies, fill stadiums with euphoria
Sons of a jackal, it's not for money, it's for glory
With hypocrites, you'll see, I clean my dick
Anti-commercial ones make euros by the handful
Shows make dough, records make dough
Fake hippie vibes, disgusting, enough!
I dream of brutal success and I don't hide
Will honesty elevate me or sink me deep?
Do you sing for yourself? Do you not care if you're heard?
Then don't send me more crappy demos, they're boring
I'm a heretic for speaking plainly
Spain my nation, famous for its inquisition
Gossip is envy in disguise
I have nothing, but I can give you a lesson
I just want to be free like the wind
I'm not afraid of Mc's, I fear time
At twenty-six and I look like a kid
That's because I've already made a deal with Satan
And I have a plan, to get the cash
Cause such a stir that everyone wants to kill me
Fake my death, buy my freedom
Go to Venezuela with Jesus Gil and Tupac

To a paradise island and laugh at everyone
I've gone a little crazy there (I'm going)
Come on...

Nonsense aside, I'm clear about it (Well)
If you don't like it, get out of my way
You want to be my rival? You're going to end up very badly
You think you can win and my hurricane hasn't been unleashed
I know it hurts to hear me
Because you realize I'm the best
Out of all the sons of bitches
Who pretend to be rappers using the Spanish language
My style devours you, your anger fuels me
You feel the security in my voice
And that's why it doesn't matter if you unite against me
Because I have a destiny, to be a winner