Espiritu (Con Falsalarma)

From SBD in BCN to SVL, Alcántara 7 Sabadell, Falsalarma Tote King,
we leave our lives there, catch it...!

[El Santo]
It's enough to piss you off,
the venue filled up and I arrived late to the gig I collaborate in,
but I show that I'm worth my weight in gold,
I do it my way again, I don't run or ask for help,
I never sing lyrics from another in a circle, I confirm that,
I have my own style and improve the treasure, which I advise,
they'll open a forum where I'll honor myself with this piece alone,
the different rhyme that provokes you
and live sensations up on stage
where many people scam you like my boss with bonuses,
get in line, charge your alkaline batteries
because Tote King, Titó, and El Santo sharpen victims,
your album sales slip, let's hear a concert,
people happy and that's what matters at the end of the festival,
I came from the Termes neighborhood,
learn from this green-eyed poet before you diminish,
if you lose in this game, I already control in this game,
without morals or conditions, I do what I damn please,
we didn't bring a witness to avoid passing the baton,
I rise with this long-lived rap so they bite this bait,
everyone wants to get there without practicing and step on the altar,
in reality, you have to let your mind fly to the beyond,
but tell me what you'll do to save your rap
when you see your mind return from the beyond
without finding anything new to give,
I can nail you halfway at the end of the pattern,
I usually put you in a situation to make you say 'what a bastard!'
I go to my sound because few can fool me and tarnish me
with as much strength as skill they carve out the best show in Spain

Spirit! (love for hip hop, love for hip hop, for the heat, knowledge)
Spirit! (content with quality in a cheap form)
Spirit! (the weight of the MC is always practice)
Spirit! (it's my life!) (my RAP melody)

[Tote]
For me, an LP is an excuse to do live shows,
more and more perfect, that's why I connect with these geniuses,
to write lyrics, there's nothing worse than royalties, you know?,
anyone can take a penalty kick but not with style,
walkie-talkie is the effect rappers use in their voice
to be selective, but not an insect, that's not what worries me,
let me spit on your clothes, and look closely,
skills cover me like Säian Supa,
intellect awakens freestyle is never announced,
here we use your CD to cut pizzas,
who will they see to be great, here will be that one,
when from Alcántara Fazhel moved to Sabadell,
your dry flow scares me, I pull from Titó and El Santo,
my mission is to turn saliva into plankton,
there are no problems that are not studied,
my emblem is to investigate hip hop until they reject me,
they hate us, committed to the positive side I am determined
to be digested and growled at,
we go up and give it all
if I rapped in an easy and slow way I wouldn't need choruses,
agile style, more hands than Goro, if you're wasted
with a parrot's laugh it's a purple from chloroform,
7 years of rap, 4 works all on vinyl,
speak with respect and if you criticize do it discreetly,
the future is mystery, the past is history,
the present is glory, each city a victory, see,
wandering spirit in hardworking MCs, the old vibe,
no chance for the impostor

Spirit! (love for hip hop, love for hip hop, for the heat, knowledge)
Spirit! (content with quality in a cheap form)
Spirit! (the weight of the MC is always practice)
Spirit! (it's my life!) (my RAP melody)

[Titó]
Stages, mission, being a virgin, I saw the level,
eliminated many MCs in bits of a DJ, faithful that eclipses,
incredible, Titó and Santo in phrases, Neas scratches,
Dycache sound, I went down in caches, they're not Versace,
they'll hit a bump, if you lack the hook, the patch,
change your channel or you'll end up in Carabanchel,
in this track we are three, in cabins
to stay afloat loosen up when you hit
this cut from Tote, let it be known, poor ones,
he was never lazy on stages when rhyming half to bite,
expand handicaps, after hurting your life show dignity
as a concept it's La Brigade or Secrate, IAM, Säian,
if you minimize my manliness you'll depress quickly, rust your spark plug,
lose the last spark, watch your Nissan,
in gigs I give my all, encourage, hit the mark stealing applause,
not filling stadiums the national rap in return even with visits,
Falsalarma complicates life alone, controls rules
to the sound waves honor we are your boas,
I put myself in the audience's shoes, what I'd like to see,
find what the remote imagination hides
there's no round your choir your pearl
depends on how you handle it if you never sent leftovers like your clothes,
there you get offended like Americans in Vietnam,
wear their same style, you're Redman,
take off the disguise you're acting like a show-off, nigga,
I'm a native of Lleida, easy if you don't understand me, that's it,
now I have to leave you,
I have a city to conquer, dinner and stretch my legs,
tomorrow will be another day and another show to prepare

Spirit! (love for hip hop, love for hip hop, for the heat, knowledge)
Spirit! (content with quality in a cheap form)
Spirit! (the weight of the MC is always practice)
Spirit! (it's my life!) (my RAP melody)