Intro 97

Chorus: Uh! Ah! MC's come and ask who Kase.O is.
Uh! Ah! ViniaiOu!! Beautiful women move
their belly here at the show.
Uh! Ah! ViniaiOu!! MC's come and ask who Kase.O is.

I grabbed the microphone, made my promo on chrome tape,
Rap Solo, a microphone in the bathtub set the tone.
My friends still played with dolls...
and I rapped lyrics, earned their respect.
On the mic, I still didn't know what a liter was,
or a joint, or a fascist, or a pussy. Just verses.
Indeed. Those who spoke ill of Rap were screwed.
Silencing the kids in my class.
Six years later they stop me on the street and ask me:
- Have you recorded another demo? When is it coming out?
- I don't know! Since when are you interested in Rap?
If a year ago you were a Nazi and wanted to beat me up.
Only comparable to Kase.o and his gangs
it's me and my gangs. Watch your ribs.
Zaragoza saw me grow...
and the name of a poet on a street in ACTUR will be Javier.
From La Jota, time and time again...
MC's come and take pieces of wall
as souvenirs.

Come MC's say yes,
that K.C. is there and finally gives you his rap
cooler than cool, you're amazed, you bounce, you shout...
and like me, you're left breathless.

Uh! Ah! Kase.o is back
I invented the old and I invent the new.
It's thanks to whiskey and thanks to God,
and thanks to the people who help me and helped me.
It was easy to know where Rikardo lived
if under his window there were always rappers waiting for new tapes, lyrics, and demos
where Presión and Allen rapped about tits.
I go to Rollo to show my face,
and then I wonder why the hell you're so weird.
You seem fine with making me a jerk...
and when I put bills in your cleavage you didn't say no.
Get lost. Get out.
Lower your head, big mouth, don't look at me.
I'm the K with the A with the S, think
that I'm like the Athenian troops.
Loba, here's your new Casanova,
mc of bossanova, Lord of GlenClova.
Mc KC, La Jota styles, strong pigs
enter your face here in the form of verses.
Take care, take care of me, take care of him, take care of Rap,
only you and I know what's up.
That's why now grab a chorus,
roll an AMBAR, it's as simple as...:

Chorus.

I'm still the man with the long piss.
Girls wonder: this guy.. how long does he take?
I keep writing lyrics, I'm still in Zaragoza in La Jota.
I'm still hidden here, damn it, I never stand out.
I keep dancing on Al Capone's grave.
Do you like how this sack of balls hangs?
I keep getting wasted at Juan Jesús.
I keep coming home late and missing the bus.
ffffff!! In '92 I rhymed about guns...
I was never a gangster, what the hell do you know about my story?
Losers, of all the best traitors,
now Violadores put flowers.

Look how many fallen bras.
Look how many painted lips.
I have Swing like a Tropicana orchestra...
I pick up Brazilian girls in magazines...every week.
I make fat beats but I watch my figure,
see? Line after line see? Line after line.
Pure rap, as it has always been done,
it's useless to start the house from the roof co!
I walk the streets with my Crew.
I walk with friends in front and behind,
we're big shots.
At Devizio we only pick up plastic:
only liters dude, we're unfriendly.
My fame is big extra long like Muchacho's beds
and famous is my Drunkards' Panda.
In Zaragoza we don't suck dicks...
we're giant MC's like Trojan horses.
Many have died here, the level is too high.
We've seen tears collide on the asphalt.
Let's say their lyrics now sail on the Huerva River,
where the shit is kept fresh since no one fishes.
I still go to Rollo.
I still kiss the tendons of your tongue with my dick

I'm still the gangster of your feelings,
and although I don't have time for that anymore
you see that I'm a hedonist, and that's what bothers you,
that I'm a hedonist.
The happiest of conquerors.
That with rap I only seek pleasure.
And that other groups are dying for handfuls of coins...
I never wanted to be among the greats.
I never wanted envy. I never wanted fame.
Only drunks and children always tell the truth
and I'm the half-drunk child who fucks you with his rap.
Look at yourself, look at me and ...run!
Scratching my balls I see who replaces you.
Once again, twice, three times, Kase.O dude!
something as simple as...

Chorus.