Mi Forma De Tiraera

My way of dissing, check it out, I win them my way,
and see that from autumn to spring,
you won't find another song that is more powerful and sincere,
it's my way to guide them,
without boasting that I'm going to massacre or watch over them,
I bring the rule to wake them up,
to see if I can lift them from fantasy. (repeat)

In 1997, dissing was at its peak in rap and I was wild,
I didn't have the morals to be giving opinions,
so I stayed silent analyzing,
that one day I would give them my opinion,
but first I would change my condition,
to sing from a different point of view,
not as a violent guy but as a pacifist guy,
I made a list, of what needed to change,
and saw that I had to move from my land,
ended up with my family in the city of Orlando,
and little by little I could see that I was changing,
where '98 had arrived I was ready
and my production was already recorded,
taking many people out of the desert,
with a production that I titled the one who had died,
I didn't have a cynical or psychic message,
and I didn't talk about anyone in particular,
I was giving testimony with my physique but some singers
found it repulsive like acrylic,
and one of them who has always been cool with me,
who even had cut close to tears.
left defamations of me recorded with things
that I didn't have confirmed, I wondered,
what would Christ do in this case? would he reveal himself or watch his steps?
it took me time to hold back from throwing bombs,
but I learned that with love you have to give the punches.

my way of dissing.......... (repeat)

As they say, it's 2004,
the dissing is still alive and has been around for a long time,
since they made me a victim, years have passed,
and if I let myself get stirred up, what would be the harm?
maybe I would start playing the role of a gunman,
singing lyrics about killing even if I'm not sincere,
my life would only be a mystery,
maybe I would end up in a hospital or in a cemetery,
because war cries only bring war,
and if I'm at war, great, I give it to my land,
what would I say to my child to pick up a weapon,
when my lips shoot bullets and not calm,
but people like it because it entertains them,
but when the day comes when death arrives,
they ask 'who killed my child'?
but they never check the CD they have,
maybe they would say directly that they condemn them,
threaten to shoot them up to the hundreds,
but on the contrary, I wish them what keeps us,
the bread of life so come and dine,
what I sow is what I reap, that's a fact,
I can't be turned around and walk straight,
I can't pretend to take someone out through the roof,
and not think that it's possible that my chest explodes,
for a long time I brought up this same issue to them,
but there are singers who don't understand this message,
I come with a white flag in my luggage,
so they pay attention, understand, and fit in.

my way of dissing..........

Check out the people around you,
study their hearts well so you see,
that their friendship is made up of bad habits
that greet you and then talk bad about you,
they don't mess around in maturity, that's how it is,
nor do they know where they're walking,
minds like mine don't come close to arguing with people
who know so they don't get hurt.
Light comes out of my mind to encourage you,
from theirs comes mud when they squeeze it,
their bad intentions don't oppress me, they won't make me fall
and force me to fight, my vision is too big,
if you look closely you'll see there's no gun with me,
what I bring is knowledge that expands,
no matter how much you send me bad vibes, I move forward,
not back or to gain momentum,
I have coffee that I sweeten with my Christocina,
with my song that is not about war but a speech,
so that those who think they're Rambo take their course, and how I expel,
the ignorant from my house, who with their lyrics slow down my beloved race,
what's going on, get a grip on this, this is molasses.