Yo Soy

I am all the mixtures of shapes
I make rules non-existent
Others can, I don't lie to you
I control space and time

Look, here what you see is me
You are sad, don't see my flow
I don't understand what you're saying
Your argument is going extinct

I'm Ronaldinho on the mic, a legend, Doctor House in the hospital
The final shot that makes Amy Winehouse puke
The rapper who doesn't hate the cops, the exact measure
The one blinded by money only if he cooks ravioli
Wilt Chamberlain scoring 100 points, giving Conan a job
Ozzy Osbourne, high, decapitating pigeons
The worst nightmare for the pimp, the inspiration
Jim Kelly in his room with Chinese women in Enter the Dragon
The one who never hangs out with big thugs out there
because he knows they're actually kids like Tom Hanks in Big
The one who doesn't care about rims, with Moorish genes
the one who takes the money from the record and spends it on seafood
I'm another escape for this damn world
I'm the wrinkles of Clint Eastwood and Tommy Lee Jones
I'm the working-class father of a Bronx story, working
Bomba Navarro in the NBA, functioning!
The young man with no future... I share your burden, I mean...
the one who has the same furniture as you... from Ikea
the shame of seeing you, the anti-clerical icon
the pride of an MC who got here just being a demo maker
I'm the conquest, the tyrant, I massacre you
I hypnotize the chicks like the dog whisperer on Cuatro
Don't expect me to say: "in the name of the father"
I'm the one who respects women because he adores his mother

[Chorus]
I am all the mixtures of shapes
I make rules non-existent
Others can, I don't lie to you
I control space and time

Look, here what you see is me
You are sad, don't see my flow
I don't understand what you're saying
Your argument is going extinct

I'm the poet without poetry, at the mercy of an ideology
The cry of anguish of whales stuck in bays
I'm a star from the west, another problem for people
a fugitive... Pablo Neruda with a hat and coat
a living witness of another format change
I'll see how the CD is buried and the turntable remains
I'll see how this world crumbles
when Yankees and Russians press the button to open our graves
I'm the refuge, the bunker, the valkyrie
the one who sees himself and laughs in Family Guy
the Barden Oscar, the Cohens with balls
to Caótica Ana and Medem, set them on fire
I'm the harshest critic, peace and war
the biggest lover of literature on the face of the earth
Lobo comics, clothes and their logos
US troops scared by the Moors
I am the change, the crest of the flow wave
the new way to understand Spanish rap
respect, the king and his scepter... I promise you
that your fame will be as short-lived as a 100-meter mark
I am justice for all who hang themselves
lying like the news when they said there was no strike
I am Tote, I don't understand medals
I'm Zach de la Rocha's face at a concert spitting

[Chorus]
I am all the mixtures of shapes
I make rules non-existent
Others can, I don't lie to you
I control space and time

Look, here what you see is me
You are sad, don't see my flow
I don't understand what you're saying
Your argument is going extinct.