Fuera, Cuantos Miran Por Mi

Why do you release CDs that sound like tin cans?
When at home you have Spanish rap with a pirated cover,
what a rat, do you want to
exchange my gold for silver?
Envy kills, screwing up so much dehydrates.
I pee where I would put a postscript
and suffer from prostate, friend,
I exist in a place
unknown to you,
only a twisted person could understand me, that's why I measure the nest where I live,
so I don't fall or screw up.
Mission not to intoxicate myself, with
germs that record virgins
and want to complicate my existence.
They exhaust my patience with their crimes,
anti-imprudence command you have places so subscribe me. Avoid enemy.
Darling, I'm going to war,
if you miss me, look.. there I don't have land so write to me. The same old story, a man
and his dog, with red eyes
and half a brain ration.
My body got hooked on the pollen from the hill and finally, I managed to see the world from another border, talk to a dolphin.
He told me something about the depths but
out in the streets, how many look out for me, do you know?

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Out in the street everyone looks out for you but the sun always hides when the day is gray.
Out, how many look out for me?

You see the marks of my soles on the stage
and you watch out for your safety,
so you don't die,
from a heart attack like your grandma or want to feel the spurs and I love that, like leaving Seville during the fair
and during Holy Week.
Don't smell my stench, man,
I'll give you anthrax when I pass by and the crowd moves back. I pass on rap like pras style,
I'm amazed by phillhi from London the tall one hides, takes out his rifle and bang!!
As I walk, I leave behind more anti-personnel mines, it's not personal, I don't have a hard time because of you, but because of my hormones, which are repressed by this damn society, there's no mercy, there's evil,
for fans without personality. Look, you're jokes, little by little you want to plug in and warm up with my stove. Do you camouflage yourself to try to copy?
The rap that comes from the pm neighborhood and the Aljarafe, can't be stopped,
can't be cheated, no one can bring down this faith.
That can move mountains, that can fuck Spain,
the headquarters of those who harm, give a beating, Seville sounds and is ruthless.
I don't need to show my tricks, you know? Your view clouds over just by seeing me up here,
and feeling the bass. It's unbelievable this connection we make we bring the new level
and in rap we already know the goosebumps I'm crazy about this shit Zatu and my status it's normal for them to talk (fuck them) they can't fuck with the incomparable ones.
How is it possible that you talk?
If the lowest grade I get is noteworthy? Your buddies?
Lamentable MCs crossed wires.
Countable mistakes that speak for themselves,
microphone sabers I handle
and control.
Don't talk, because it's not comparable, it's like a mother's love. invulnerable. There's only one that barks. Who always opens the door with kind words like shitting on your father.
My ass? not negotiable. Ass not drillable.
Now wait for me to speak.
Something comforting, like having grown up alone
and now finding two parents.
It's not always so pleasant. Unreliable lives.
Very unfriendly people.
Learn not to greet them, to give them the finger, to stain their faces,
spitting out unforgettable verses. Unbeatable ways to achieve success
and I achieve unparalleled success.

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