Faith
I don't recognize myself in the mirror
I need some advice, no, what am I complaining about?
Shy and complex
Lost in time without direction
I succumb to my own whip in a reflex action
Subfucking yoke, it is not the conscience
In fact being very aware of nothing my slow executioner
Come out of me in the form of rap or vomit
I think it's nice to scream "Fuck you for life"
How? Chronic
Like our thing with the microphone here a historic one
I don't resign from the pen, it's like intercourse
Like a boycott of disenchantment in the middle of autumn
I organize my ritual around a rhythm
I still have fun locked in a room
I would call it faith for something very unclear
Exactly the gift of faith
I got that name tattooed when I was little and I made it big
You are right, I don't stop
I never believed in the weirdo thing
To follow the trills of what you called having birds
Blinded by my intuition, without ammunition
With the stones on the road we shot down his plane
Look, many of my thoughts are still intact
Following the impacts of the tactless tick-tock
So much so that I mixed his blood
In my chest in a pact and it was an act of faith
I only know that
Here is an example of tenacity and personality
I'm here for the fun, my version of life
I record, I propagate
I can't stand the lazy person inside the magician
More resurgence like the lake monster
My damage is wider than it is long
That's why I do it
Save yourself the insult, the flattery
Dedicated to those who have not left behind
The vocation that had been given to them
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
Nothing to do without having faith
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
They believe it but they have no faith
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
They claim their faith, they lost their faith
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
(I did not lose faith)
I don't want to be the protagonist
But I know something about the keys to the rap phenomenon in Spain, journalist
I bring proof to your Hip-Hop report
That's why I come with this bunch of artists
It is recognized at first sight
An MC has a selfish soul
We all want to leave our name in the mind
From the people as a sign of conquest
Just like a trapeze artist does
I walk on a tightrope
As if on the red carpet
I have something urgent to say
It is lyrical par excellence
The shit I shit has more science
But the dynamic is to combine art and luxury, like ceramics
You just enjoy panoramic
Zaragoza is an incomparable setting, let it speak
The respectable knows that I speak of the inexplicable
So don't prove this old man wrong
I always think of a verse
Give me a touch and tell me if I get enthralled
Here, kids show their ink-stained hands
Proud of it, not of a hickey on the neck
That's why they're out on the street clapping their hands
They know that dreams come true here if you take it easy
Reality in my speech
I have the keys to the city even
I never demand applause
Because people know that micro control
There is no protocol for this
I'll leave it up to you to discover talent and faith on your own
Roads that are not warned with danger signs
I would write a book if I didn't have the power of a microphone
Because I feel obliged to do so, as a missionary
My love for rap is not ephemeral
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
Nothing to do without having faith
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
They believe it but they have no faith
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
They claim their faith, they lost their faith
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
(I did not lose faith)
Does anyone want to share this dance with me?
We will dance this pogo close to no one
Armpit odor, chlorophyll breath
After assorted peppermints, chamomile infusion
I put my music to the flowers
Those geraniums of my neighbor withered, I don't know why
Only cacti could withstand such a roar
Music perhaps not compatible with the flora of the pot
Give me life and give me water
And irrigate these veins flooded with bottled liquid problems
Hate is a lung of lead
With this rotten ribcage of wolf chest
I came alone to screw you up
On clay or indoor or grass, whatever you want
Zaragoza is all terrain
It's a Jeep Cherokee without brakes with at least 4-wheel drive
Don't ever dance this fucking shit, don't even think about it
Just shake your neck and shake dandruff
Sedentary life, I said no to risky sports
Neither rafting nor bungee jumping, just raping and peting does Sergio
He hates his work as a profession
Give time to rumors and you will see what you get (Oh poor thing!)
The one that is coming to me
This smells fishy to me
And on top of that, my lack of vitamins increases
To top it off, they did an ultrasound of my belly
And I got an almost empty bottle of rum
These are stories that keep you awake at night
I spread insomnia to your homes because sleeping is dying
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
Nothing to do without having faith
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
They believe it but they have no faith
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
They claim their faith, they lost their faith
I have faith, do you have faith?
I'll tell you what I know
(I did not lose faith)
