¿Yo Que Hago Aquí?

[Jefe De La M]
Ah... 2005 is the year, Jefe De La M with my man Zatu and Acción Sanchez, this is the deal bro in Malaga City-Sevilla.

[Zatu]
If I write and tremble, blame the subwoofer
2004 sex at work with your boss's wife
the world is full of beetles
dragging huge balls of shit thinking about which one you deserve...
I don't even handle phones well
Internet...? It's a whole different world
a land full of weaklings
share your feverish thoughts
and greet my enemies from my parts,
run, go and tell them.
I know they are close and adore me, but I don't trust them
then winter comes, followed by the cold
I smile with the knife open in my pocket
Sevilla City, inhospitable land, dying is simple
darn, I feel an Antarctic cold,
the lights pass quickly on the ceiling of the hospital corridor,
you smile too, I won't abandon you
because I still have a lot to give you
even if they are blows.

[Jefe De La M]
I ask... I aim at the mic when I collapse
What am I doing here?
my dreams lie deep down
I follow the trail of the real RAP school
died of sorrow in this damn swamp, there's nothing more...
I ask... I aim at the mic when I collapse
if there's no pain, you won't appreciate the good in this world
I follow the trail of the real RAP school
keep cool tricks, you're gonna need them...

[Zatu]
A cat meows like a baby in the dumpsters
the street is narrow, I crouch, dodge the balconies
every ten corners, two bastards
wait for you with bad intentions,
those are the situations where you don't decide,
but tell me, what are your conditions?
I put anti-person flows every ten lines
one of my two hearts melted
and today it escapes through my eyes in liquid form
cash, the most tasteless thing I ever knew
for it, the whole world gets into a fight and breaks their necks
my name is volcano, my flow is lava
my words burn the border of a slave life
What do you want me to do?
even my brother calls me an alcoholic
sing these songs in my anonymous group of melancholics
depression, I represent it in anger
to look in the mirror but find a weird guy.

[Jefe De La M]
What am I doing here?!!!
I ask... I aim at the mic when I collapse
What am I doing here?
my dreams lie deep down
I follow the trail of the real RAP school
died of sorrow in this damn swamp, there's nothing more...
I ask... I aim at the mic when I collapse
if there's no pain, you won't appreciate the good in this world
I follow the trail of the real RAP school
keep cool tricks, you're gonna need them...

[Zatu]
Sometimes I lose my memory but gain a sixth sense
I forget what I live but not what I write, my friend,
no wonder I'm losing my hearing
if in every car of this ferris wheel an ungrateful person screams at me
I feel like a whore when you give me away on the street
none of you will forgive me when I fail
d then I'll have to get up alone
lean on the elbow and write the 2005 Odyssey in the Mud,
I have the face of the writer, no more no less
beards of depression and a boat without oars
We will overcome!!! or I'll end up in a psychiatric ward
looking at my tattoos remembering sabbatical trips
the least important thing is that you know my name
give me love and learn what this man hides
behind the eyes lies the soul
learn to read illiterate and give me calm
or the alarm will go off...

yeah! SFDK and Jefe De La M.... Escapism the best album of 2005 bet on it all on your shelves

[Jefe De La M]
What am I doing here?!!!
I ask... I aim at the mic when I collapse
What am I doing here?
my dreams lie deep down
I follow the trail of the real RAP school
died of sorrow in this damn swamp, there's nothing more...
I ask... I aim at the mic when I collapse
if there's no pain, you won't appreciate the good in this world
I follow the trail of the real RAP school
keep cool tricks, you're gonna need them...