Filosofía Y Letras

[Scratches abmur laineg]

[Hate]
This is a fresh start,
Pull out a revolver with songs in the form of bullets out of nowhere and make it sound
Your desire to scream,
An essential condition for me to never be silent and continue with vital strength
I knew how to say no, to the world of dancing, white powder on the mirror
A cigarette with a craving for smoke in my body
I didn't lose control,
I treat rap like a firm man
And I've always been faithful to its cleavage, word of honor
They want more, on a pedestal they see this immortal,
The dimensional, acting like an animal
They talk about Sho Hai, sometimes good sometimes not
If sometimes not even I, want to be like me
Call me a sculptor, when I sculpt with a brush
On a granite rock, violators of
Or I'll engrave my name on a marble tombstone
If when I think of my death I feel relieved
I would like to die for a while
And see the faces you make in my absence
So you would know what you have lost
And then return to this fucking world
With a smile as if nothing had happened
Everything is going terribly, life has no meaning
There are worse people and that's not a comfort for me
If business doesn't go well, I'll open a bar in the cemetery
Sure money, there are always customers watching over their dead
So many innocents in the cemetery,
These are letters and philosophy, of Thanatos
I hate so many of you, maybe I'll carve something in this attic
That's what happens when I get dramatic

[Lirico]
If I get dramatic,
I'll tell you that you walk with this lunatic,
Of the most diplomatic
I imagine a spotlight, when I see a streetlight
I calculate my metrics, thinking of the best shot
I go in the same direction as the rivers flow, I accept challenges,
Other times I get angry with God and his distribution
As if the roof of the room were going to fall on me
I can imagine the pain of childbirth
I know there are things without explanation, judges who have no reason
Maybe even rats have more heart
Not always, I ask for permission to make a space
Today I climb to the top so you can hear my echo
I've seen the rainbow after taking a piss
My rhyme is algebra, although sometimes I swear in Hebrew
Every effort is a success and every applause a trophy
Violadores del Verso is what I believe in
This lunatic reinvents the world in every paragraph
Respecting the order and the landscape like a photographer
There are monuments that are just ruins to me
I walk with harmonic movement turning corners
In every song I challenge the mind
My opinion is as valid as that of a president
Sometimes the one who asks is smarter
Than the one who has answers for everything
Above all, I love you all in my own way
Yesterday, the square of nonsense was a school
Today, the shit that this lunatic thinks has a price
So, call me by my name
Or let those guards swallow the whistle
The rhythm suffers tachycardia but,
I bring the calmness,
I bring the best soul because I put my soul into it
I laugh at Sergio Dalma,
And that's when I take action
I let the energy flow
The mic and I form a constellation

[Kase.o]
The mic and I, a crazy love story!
I was a romantic they called me Kase.o!
And with my name was synonymous with optimum
The last thing I heard was that you asked: what's next?
What's next is this already,
You know how it starts but not how it ends my life in rap
And I suppose you were waiting for the real one
Nothing like living under the spell of my semantic field
Energetic example of the electric verse
The shit I recite helps you more than the doctor
Kid love is not a ghost like success
Love and rap is all I need
They're going to crush they said, they're going to sweep
The kids who knew what was going to happen
And if you lost faith, be born again in Estelp
If you want to see me, pay the fee that's how it is,
I throw more shit than Leo Bassi
Rap on the mic, almost since I was born,
I love hip hop, do you know who the hell I am?
I'm Kase on the microphone rhyming with the O!
Everyone enters here except you, for not wearing shoes
Look at me I shit on your club, of toyacas and mambrús
Even if it's full, not you, not you, not you
Have no fucking idea what good rap is
I don't stop, no, nothing will stop me now
I write because if not my head will explode
And if I take pictures of my dreams I print them on good paper
Nostalgic for my future, I think so much about it
And I want you to know that despite my pain
God is still my idol
Nothing new, I can be everything but frivolous
Giving thanks, that's how I live
For being who I am, for wanting to continue being
The system has declared war on my brain
I cross the Ebro, I celebrate the love of my family
And I fly in a verse in benevolent winds