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My hand doesn't shake if I have to grab a mic
And cover you in shit and grease up to your damn ass,
Sometimes I win just by drinking a liter
And going home asking: 'who the hell is cooler?'
I'm a streetlight hugger, a pilgrim,
My ex-girlfriend told me: 'you look very run down'.
Now I drink alone, sorrows float in the wine...
Tomorrow will be another day. (another same day).

My song is sad like a damn country song,
Whoever is up there, listen to me:
My body can't take it and there's no beer in the fridge.
I'm thinking about screwing my teddy bear.
Don't look! Or get the hell out if necessary.
Don't bet a damn penny on me again,
Shit. Tears don't have a schedule,
Why the hell are you coming, bitches? Why are you coming?
My brain is ready, I'm agile like a panther,
I sleep with one eye open: I have enemies out there.
Hey! You have better ways to make a fool of yourselves.
Why the hell grab a mic, you sons of bitches?
God wanted it that way. I'm an expert, no improvisation.
I'll die of an overdose if necessary, to be a star.
Warning: if you see my mark and it smells like paradise...
It's because I was there yesterday, but Eve kicked me out.
Kase.o, you take hormones.
To me and my brothers -what's up!- don't mess with us.
I'm the boss, every mic, a thousand grams.
Zaragoza, the jota: a great stretch plan!

Unmeasured technique on the mic,
The world is not a safe place either.
Unmeasured technique on the mic,
The world is not a safe place at all.
I move through the street in the absence of camera and action,
Only the devil keeps my conversation.
The turkey keeps them prisoners,
I infect minds with my fever, bad tongues don't deserve kisses.
I brought the rap of 2000,
Now guys walk in my image and likeness.
When wit falls short,
It's not enough to make an effort, only talent achieves the design.
The sum defines my opera,
I handle the mic, you suffer my wrath,
I leave satisfied with well-crafted rhymes,
Because only dissatisfied are boyfriends of narrow-minded girls.
Understand, don't get offended,
They are just metaphors for those who don't understand.
Don't take my rap as a joke, it's praised like Mohammed,
Only arrogance gives off my scent.
Living like a hero every second,
It was a difficult matter to be born to save the world.
A turkey with a microphone is everything,
I don't know solfege, I just keep the tone roughly.
What Zaragoza has in its bowels,
Something burns in Spain, rap moved mountains.
It's just about being born with the gift,
Rapists are, never was one more of the same.

The worst of ours that I can't find
Would never be the best of yours or dream it
People listen while silent when I speak
Drunk improvising sometimes something cool comes out
Times go by from yesterday to today
And our plans improve, fatten and culminate
Even leaving the rhythm I do it this big
Scare yourself when I square it
When in bars the air is unbreathable
It's our turn, men with endurance enter
I seek chaos on weekends
I seek to escape, what the hell am I looking for blindly
In action rapists in action
As is necessary, the forecast is fulfilled
They never disappoint, always keeping it together
And in my rap there's nothing constructive, just babbling
Today dawns, which is not little
Tonight I was the poet on duty and I'm having a weak day
I don't kiss asses, I just screw them
You supported yours and mine, and the rest all
I wish you the worst of my evils to many
May you suffer the most before leaving the world
We are MCs among MCs
I don't see God but everyone sees me