A mi no me lo cuentes

[ Zatu ]
I stand before the pen in a trance, move my pieces and make my systematic advance, no, there won't be anyone who stops us, no, there won't be anyone who silences us, no, there won't be anyone who cuts us down because this is full of good concepts, ethical, methodical, aesthetic, technical, spectacular like fireworks. The brute has arrived full of tricks, coming from Pino Montano with new moves, still creating addicts like crazy, everything I touch turns into pain, everything I touch changes color. Every time I pass by, you smell my scent of pure Andalusian MC, don't look for another, even if three or four MCs step up to the mic, Zatu is not a problem, this raises my status, some don't listen to me because there have been problems, fights, misunderstandings, and some jealousy here and there, but who cares about what an MC smokes, screws, or shits, tell me who cares about what I do with my life, you, pay, make your move, buy your ticket, watch out for the backstabbing done by daggers, whatever you do leaves you exposed, look at my rap and forget about my private life, one more thing, it's Zatu who performs, the audience rates, evaluates, we'll shit on your mothers, ha!, when you find out that Zatu is dead, resurrect me, blow up your speakers listening to me, I create a school, leave a legacy, I'm so immortal that I screwed your grandmother a long time ago and your bastard mother was born, Seville and Zaragoza burn, the MCs who rock, never arrive late but they take their time, show off, burn in hell those who talk so much, I rack my brain and compose for the gringos, I get tangled up, with my weight I ring you, I set the rhythm like Beatle Ringo, and I want you to know that when you write, you do it in lines, but I do it in bingos, authentic B-Boys from Monday to Sunday. He has arrived, he came from the park and now he's by your side, he's on stage, coming in strong, you'll be lucky if he doesn't find you, here comes the hate and the Expressive Union, cleaner inside than a paella pan from Villarriba, look and tell me if it's a lie that I take care of my people like a mother does with her daughters, shut up because someone is coming by my side and will crush you, this is it! Kase-O, rhyming for the cockroaches.

[ Kase.O ]
Hey!! My limit is the sky, your place is on the ground, I smile, I'm standing and in the stands there are handkerchiefs, you see groupies scratching at the hotel door wanting cocktails, I only have honey, do you only have honey? Welcome to your secret adventure, something valued, like Parisian whores on a Paris boulevard, only competing with MCs, you know there won't be Kc's on O's planet. Yo! It's my show, for the lame flow I grab and rhyme to Marilyn Monroe, you know the secret of my rhyme, the only rapper who talks crap about Joaquín Sabina. You see I'm a specialist, not a star, only when I get mad I grab a bottle by the neck, for sorrows, drunkenness is good, you won't see a horse in the meadow of my veins, I limit myself to criticize your society mercilessly, I catch the mic and finish it off professionally, and then I enjoy it, I was born in '80 but I scare, the toughest critics call me Caesar Augustus, in rap I own virgin literatures, thousands of poets scrutinize my origins, say who is it, who comes from there, Zaragoza, La Jota, I wrote a great page, yes, they gave you rap is a crime, ignorants turn around without having heard before, they ignored, they ignore, they will ignore, I'm talking about the press, I'm not afraid of what they'll say, if you enjoy my show, you might get scared like girls when they get their first period, when you get used to it, you'll get tired of seeing Kase-O and his crew at the top. In the dirty rap scene, only powerful groupies full of grime, I have the K, I have the A, the S and the E, from La Jota to Pino Montano I arrived, I'm looking for a 007 girl to kiss me and caress my package, who won't say I love you, I'm for use and discard, know that like Espartaco Santoni from party to party, always surrounded by beautiful women, SFDK, newbie, mind your own business, with Zatu- no, with Javier- there's no competition, we took care of that yesterday, the phenomenon is here, MCs at a minimum, listen up wankers, the rhythm spreads its legs for me, boy, that's why you talk in the streets, all I want is to eat your mother's pussy, son of a bitch, today in Zona Bruta, because Javier electrocutes any B-Boy, he has the energy of the sun and like an old rocker in rap, he's a legend, thank God for HIP-HOP and Zatu for pushing me, unmatched style in Spain, it doesn't matter, I have nothing in my pockets so, dude - what's up? - pass me the chorus. And yes!! The K and the Z are here, the guys have arrived and they give it to you like this, And yes!! The K and the Z are here, open your ears because it's your turn to listen.