A Las Cosas Por Su Nombre

5 years later

I wiped the cobwebs off the microphone and took it out of the trunk
And I swore to myself that I would always call things by their name
You either have a body or a belly or you're shitting yourself
Burping is bloating, pee is piss, period
We lead a double life
Always more of a person than an artist, forgive me for saying so
If you don't want to make money in rap, don't release an album
Put your promo on the internet and that's it, you idiot
Not a single discharge, the same one you brag so much about
And it sounds like psychophony on a tape recorded a thousand times
Call me for a rookie MC collaboration
And the best thing about your CD will be my paragraph
I feel alone and sad
Although I always know the time, in this desert of mine it is a big hourglass
Swollen heart to reduce inflammation
I will put ice and rum on this wound
Loneliness is talking to myself and asking myself
How was work? How was your day? Are you going out today?
And if I go out, solitude is to talk to a liter and cry
And drink it mixed with tears and it still tastes good to me
Waiters in formal attire are baboons in aprons
I throw rods by the thousands, you idiots
I was able to drink three cocktails in the same glass
And with the same ice you were thirsty, in a hurry and had no time
I put Hate in your life and it will make you happy, it will make you laugh
And while I'm alone in a corner crying because yes
I am a brother, drunk and I entrusted my spirit
To Saint Chief blessed with beautiful love
Don't try to innovate with strange tones and voice
As if you were shitting like Diango
What happened to that hardcore rap that made us fall in love?
When Erik Sermon left PMD we became sissy
How sad, isn't it? My love for rap wasn't born in an internet cafe
You are a scam like the faces of Bélmez or Ligre
God forbid I should believe in the aforementioned
And even less so in a body with a black cassock and a pulpit
I hope you die
The one who speaks to you now never succumbed to passing fashions
My father is rap, I am his offspring
If you don't understand, I'll whisper it in your ear through a megaphone

Mago Beodo, gives you what belongs to you
Hate, fed up with nonconformity
Yuen Shiao, sincere lyrics always because
Sho Hai, call things by their name

Great Wizard, gives you what is due to you
Hate, fed up with nonconformity
Yuen Shiao, sincere lyrics always because
Sho Hai, call things by their name

Cigars of laughter are joints
Penises are dicks, vaginas are pussies
Rulers of the world are the target of hatred and anger, it's normal
I would rather die than lose my life
God is nothing, you look at the sky and ask for miracles
I asked, a wood pigeon shit on me for being a bad Christian
Divine shit I thought, this infidel was already granted
Dying of grief, more and more each month
Even so, I am a gift, without any wrapping, I am a fan of the group
When there is a new album, we crown Zaragoza as queen of the region
Despite the movement of the air, the whore doesn't even ruffle her hair
What are you waiting for rapper, respect the architect
You without me, that if I am your foundation
In the rap office only smoking is allowed
The law in force dictates that it is not possible but we don't give a damn
Listen to music of all kinds, but with discretion
For the death of many artists my kingdom
Sho-Hai rejects European music festivals
For Ash Ketchup, Mustard Gas
Go hunting and poaching, rockrose and fishing line
Or go out with me and it will be a jug and a pedal
Lover of the forbidden, for me the most normal thing
In the eyes of a convinced purist, a mortal sin
Give gifts to the body, damn it
But put on your hood with the girl you just met
I advise you what you should do
Clams that do not open should not be eaten
What would be the height of supreme pleasure
Imagine sneezing and cumming at the same time
Although a cowardly forum member in the funeral home a month
It would be a pleasant trophy worth deserving
There are four of us and the one with the guitar
We spit out what we think and we don't decorate the words with garlands
By name, your relationship is not working
Your boyfriend is cheating on you and your girlfriend is an idiot
Drinking is living but don't do it
My reason for existing: bottled joy
I want to die but without telling you anything
I'll say I'm going downstairs for some tobacco and I'll never come home again

Mago Beodo, gives you what belongs to you
Hate, fed up with nonconformity
Yuen Shiao, sincere lyrics always because
Sho Hai, call things by their name

Great Wizard, gives you what is due to you
Hate, fed up with nonconformity
Yuen Shiao, sincere lyrics always because
Sho Hai, call things by their name