Despedida Y Cierre (que Os Follen

Sittin' on the bat
Thought of you while having a face-to-face debate
Discussing the message and combat MCs
This canine comes with a low mood
And an anemic past
Handing me an academic title
In this pain in the ass business
I'm tired of seeing you think like that
I traveled with speech to Tennessee and voted for President Erick B EPMD
He gave me the first beat to rap over: cross over today I hit the stages
And I have them all under control
The techniques I use seem Kosovar
In 2002 I slide, sharpshooter on the fourth floor
So be careful, watch the sides before crossing
Because just like drivers
There are also MCs who are too bad
And they stay anchored
Thinking we're wrong, then they grab a mic and all they do is take bites
The frustrated harper lifestyle, that's how it sounds
You wanted to have more balls than anyone and a dozen fell on you. I don't know anything
But I never thought Mos Def was the messiah and I kept listening to D.I.T.C day after day, I grew
Without becoming old school yet I grabbed a pen and wrote and I did it, with this melancholic face
Many buns you still have to eat. Sailor boys from Aguadulce
In the end, the truth comes out and it doesn't shine anymore
I consider you dimwits I was also under a spell but I broke it
Damn Frodo
I keep controlling technique
and mode and anyway with just one track on the elbow me against all
My nickname is still one per issue and as a motto, I keep making a song with every problem that burns me
Do you want to guide rap through your valleys and mountains without thinking that there's a different knack on each side of Spain? It burns me and for soul burns there's no cream
I know that if my rap ever stops my DJ condemns me, sends me to the slammer
There in the shadows to smoke good herb
Cursed place where castles are made of air, not sand
Today I have blood in my veins Alexis we'll have to spill it
Today no message no competition. Freedom of rap and long faces and screw you all

[Chorus]
Screw you all, represent the real hip hop