Rebelde Por Defecto

My body a vessel that without music is useless
It's like taking Steven Spielberg away from a child
If you've bathed in the experience, immortalize it in your pages
Only the strong survive, wipe those tears
The truth is in the stomach, love is a ventriloquist
Fame is ATMs on numberless streets
All that skin covering you is a facade
Jewelry camouflages you, the peeling walls
Flyers and promises on the living room TV
Leeches and worms, the tabloid press
This time they almost got handsy in the national debate
ZP and Mariano doing the Cirque du Soleil
She-wolves devour, demanding equality
Throwing themselves to show they're liberated
Deceiving themselves, copying the ugliest of men
Your insecurity is sexier, friend, why hide it?
Snobs go tanning, wanting to look handsome
Construction workers get it for free working a while
It's much more authentic, up there? the birds
If God exists, he must be blind and Lazarus-less
My place is a piece in this game
That has black tears like El Cigala and Bebo
Revenge doesn't balance the scale anymore
I rap and look... the All Blacks dance

[Chorus Juaninacka]
Under the faces of the masks
Of the tears of a mara
Of the smile of a maharaja
Of a $50 Che Guevara t-shirt...
There's life, cruel... if you don't have juice
Yesterday's bread becomes judge and executioner today
I live peacefully, I'm not perfect
My greatest virtue is that I'm rebellious by default

Seems like they want to flirt with the humanitarian disaster
Feeding the immense wave of violence shaking the neighborhood
In those neighborhoods where they can
Where the keys are as cool as Ocean's Eleven
I dedicate time to less sad tasks
I'm killing myself to find a style that doesn't exist
I'm using Spanish
Investigating in its plain language
Making it not sound like a joke
Discipline your friends, teach them the limits
My girlfriends are metaphors and similes...
Everything you say outside a studio is nothing and if you're good...
Let your buddies be critics and tell you where you fail later
It's vital, in this musical spectrum things are said
Paragraphs are long like Garbajosa
And you want to seduce me, beast? How?
Once there was an ordinary woman hanging from a Carolina Herrera bag
Stains on clothes of love...
They tell me much more than Christian Dior designs
And never let a purist settle under your roof
Because even if they're not a cop, they'll read you your rights

[Chorus Juaninacka]
Under the faces of the masks
Of the tears of a mara
Of the smile of a maharaja
Of a $50 Che Guevara t-shirt...
There's life, cruel... if you don't have juice
Yesterday's bread becomes judge and executioner today
I live peacefully, I'm not perfect
My greatest virtue is that I'm rebellious by default