Vivir Para Contarlo

I know I provoke maximum curiosity
When I return to the exercise with a classic
The fruit of my sacrifice: The magic verse
The price of the CD is symbolic
My group is simplicity and seriousness in purposes
Life is to flow
Like these thoughts trying to escape
From a mind accustomed to suffering
It's a lot of time to give to the brain
Call me crazy, bitches, no one is born crazy
I pursue the impossible
I describe beauty with a verse, often incorrigible
Crazy to produce unpredictable
Pleasure in their heads
I'm sorry seekers of certainties
My style is incredible
We are the time we have left
The old search, the new test
I don't know how to live either, I'm improvising
Because everyone has to keep going their own way
Some despair, you'll see
Time, sometimes a friend of man, leaves everything behind
Fatigue is normal in the race
That's why you have to stop and breathe
Look, the end is the same for everyone
And so my group is autumn of MCs, bitter bile
Javat, master of psychoanalysis
I call my audience to catharsis
A new verse sprouts under the Sun and is the culmination of my crisis

I bring chocolates and the usual liquor
I still hold the mic with formidable vigor
I want to be the engine, fat composer
And preserve the clandestine splendor of a graffiti artist
But if you knew my face and if I told you
It's the weirdest thing, I'm just a messenger
Of the lived word and of the mistake
I remember rhyming to drive away the pain
But today I rap for the prize of hearing myself
I wrote many lyrics yesterday and didn't heal
I never stepped firmly, now I just try to have fun
And leave a shining fame before I go

Give me a rhythm when there's a lack of emotion
We come back to tell it with the same passion
We have reserved the best collection
Of delusions that wanted to become a song

They weren't dead, damn it, they were partying
Violadores del Verso was always the band
They missed us and that was the only way to feed our souls, knowing that people expect
Something more from us
We bring science in the lyrics
The same faces, the same gestures
Look at how my energy transforms into what the hell
I must be capricious when I do it this way
Where they go, they succeed
My name sounds fantastic in a fan's mouth
If you hear screams
We leave through the back door of the bars
Others usually freak out
And that has to be lived to tell
But the admirable thing is not what I live, it's what I tell
I learned that here and now is the moment
Having a girlfriend is a great invention
And that more and more hip hop demands feeling
We are universal but we walk like the rest of mortals
Hiding our fears
It seems that the pretty ones don't, but they also fart
Even the smart ones count with their fingers
Living to tell is the law
I remind you as many times as you press play
In a way I am guilty
Or rather, responsible
That things are as they are
My verse is demonstrable and there's no rush
There's a subliminal message in every smile
When the path is tough and you have to walk it
Today here, tomorrow there, they won't be able to avoid
That I'll be there to tell it

Give me a rhythm when there's a lack of emotion
We come back to tell it with the same passion
We have reserved the best collection
Of delusions that wanted to become a song

I mark my territory again with a piss like a dog
This mic hangs the sign of do not touch
In danger of death, raps go extinct
My thumb down condemns those who are not of my lineage
Open my vinyl rubbing it with jeans
My face appears in the mondosonoro again
I still keep the essence of rap in this jar
Concentrated smell of pain, tears, and anger
The world showed me the little love it feels for the earth
And that taught me the saying that: People equal shit
If I sing gracefully about misfortune, who's the boring one?
If my normal state is calmly nervous
Shock therapy for this stress
Waiters are also psychologists and they also serve drinks
Closing bars earlier is not the solution
And a lot of police is always little fun
More or less everything remains the same, kidneys filter worse
And the heart eroded like a sea rock
I seek comfort in a fakir mattress with metal spikes
But this illusionist can't take it anymore
Back to the monkey, I don't innovate, it's winter rap
Do feathers or leather keep you warmer? When the cold wind blows
Don't look for as much gold as you say in my pocket
At most silver in my ring and in some flap
I do my job, I live to tell it
I want to be happy and I drink to achieve it
The miracle is that I'm still here to narrate it
The next step will be to die for rest

Give me a rhythm when there's a lack of emotion
We come back to tell it with the same passion
We have reserved the best collection
Of delusions that wanted to become a song

We have something urgent to say
Live to tell, man!
When things are not as they seem
Violadores del Verso puts it there
Definitely, indisputably, universally, 2006