Dale Tiempo Al Rumor

This bug adapts to any climate and accommodation
I give time to the rumor
Only time denies or confirms
Rumor that travels any distance
From mouth to mouth, it moves with little elegance
Just seeks importance, never trust

Let's not say if it's a rumor on the web
Easy to release a rumor and count to ten
Don't believe anything you don't see
Be prudent; believing it won't be a smart move

There are people who say they know, they have been told
I show that, I deny that, I confirm that
The law of rumor must bring justice
Against the greed of those who are dying to be news

Rest assured that these beatles won't live off what they were
We'll be there whenever the curtain rises
My pawn won't command your king

Give time to the rumor and importance to the metaphor, damn
In every neighborhood there's a rumor of a thousand and I let it be known
I'm a rapper
There are those who want to tarnish my image
We speak another language, get it? aside
We are the dream team
We create our own rumor
To make ourselves noticed, we know marketing

You give them time, I don't tremble
If it raises blisters or causes ulcers
My rap when it crosses the sidewalks
You'll see that I give time to the rumor, I remove the tumor
I shit on their dead in a humorous way
And that's glamour
Because I fall asleep listening to the mur...
Crowd of kids
Screaming at every concert on the tour

Masterful moment
The audience is vital
For a future
As I see in my crystal ball, immortal
My song and that can be smelled
The first time, so to speak, but it always hurts

Today I give time to the rumor without contemplation
While I watch the seasons go by

Give time to the rumor
It's the cycle of the seed and the fruit
But the seasons must pass

I know there are assholes in your neighborhood
Who have told you we're finished
That we're sellouts,
Ok, now take it, run, go tell them
That we've turned their criticisms into a mass of enthusiasms,
Imbeciles, fuck their seals
Or better yet, I'll put my dick in your ear
And fuck what you hear

Yes, talking shit made me feel better
But, assholes, my buddies called me the dictator
I don't know if that says much in my favor
But nothing in your favor, asshole, for sure

Worse than an idiot is an idiot on the mic
You think there are many like me in rap?
Why do you release albums for them?

The dream of a fulfilled pi-hop makes me sad
I'm a dramatic but your rap has little art
And a lot of shamelessness, pathetic bastard
For those kids who talk for the sake of talking
At their age, I was already working on raps to give

I don't care what people think
And that new mc that suddenly emerges
Nothing compares to this rhymer
It's like a real dick to a vibrator
The fucking tasteless imitator

You can be a star, or better than me
A bit of my fame would tear you apart, damn, no
In this rap game you have to be prudent
Loose lips sink ships frequently

But these rhymes are self-assured
Unlike your arguments, and I'll even say more:
I know you're a rookie and you believe anything
Now listen to my version that you won't get
Nothing better out of
If you agree, son of a bitch,
For the next time, you know, give time to the rumor

Give time to the rumor
It's the cycle of the seed and the fruit
But the seasons must pass

Although it was an open secret
I predicted in times
Who keeps a first text
After so many winters?
As an mc, no one gets me out of an unusual birth
A cesarean section is necessary and without epidural anesthesia

You're all going to die, if you don't give time to the rumor
Years back me up and nature's law proves me right
Of asses of know-it-all kids
Don't trust, trust no one, always

False testimonies spread
Like gunpowder trails
You defame and I leave you naked with a verse
I'm going to change the course of rap history
A prophet in my land and in yours, I've come with the truth

And from the gossip
And the lowest lies
Your future is to be dead
For the decline of your group give me two or three days
And I'll make sure by my holy balls that you go extinct

Tongues talk too much
My tongue is slave and submissive
Of this sex that I once saw badly
Supposed real b-boys' gossip
And there's too much talk in today's hip-hop

After this, rapists retire,
Will the rumor be true
After so much sweat,
After so much fervor,
What do you think?
After so much love
That what man united
Let no god separate

Rumor or lie, both are thrown into the air
Word of mouth, the rest in the end can be a debacle
You don't know what to think and that bores me
Too many people talking
Maybe never drink, water and only if it arises

I foresee a dark and happy future
I don't see it in the stars
But in the tears on the tapestry
Don't pay attention to the mc that's not
All this is just a rumor, or not

Give time to the rumor
It's the cycle of the seed and the fruit
But the seasons must pass