Mierda

Oh, immortal Poseidon, with your furious trident
I call on you in this tough endeavor
Help this sailboat reach safe harbor
Let me fulfill the wishes of Aphrodite, born from the waves
Oh, Calliope, revered among the muses
Make the garden bloom, bring the rhyme (bring the rhyme)

I’ve come to charm the girls, once again
To put the guys up against the wall
I’m standing in front of a mic that’s worth almost a grand
Been bringing the style for seven years now

I represent, I’m the shepherd of the hip hop God
Not rock or pop, dude, it’s strictly rap
Blonde tobacco and bottles of liquor
It’s a condition sine qua non
So, check one

Executing the shit that stinks the most in Spain
My crew grabs bottles and rolls with me
I hit the cities, slept like a bum
And now I’m at a table, planning to conquer the world

With my demos, I had the control
The kids my age looked at me like I was an apostle
I signed my name in the neighborhood, Jesus
From the school gate to the bus stop

And in the La Jota neighborhood, the best MCs were always there
And the best heavy bands, I’ve got buddies
No one touches Ibarra, not fascists, not rappers
Rapists are huge
Open your eyes to see, you gotta know
That without seeking battle in every rhyme, I leave a corpse

Look at my metrics, they seem imported from Sarajevo
Rumba, shoot, kicks and snares, and everyone to the floor
No one should dance to my music
Unless they’re kicking the shit out of a son of a bitch
Nazi, racist, you’re a loser, I’m Jewish and proud

Fags and dykes, we’ve stopped being mute
And it was about time, if some fascist, big-headed gets mad, fuck 'em
And let us fuck in peace
You want a fight? Say it, you don’t think I’m a man, little girl?

I’ve got the best style, my flow wreaks havoc on your dude
I grab monosyllables and nail them here
I’ve got this shit of amazing styles
Every new flow surpasses the one said two seconds before
Life steals pages from me
You can’t imagine how many tears in this notebook
Since the devil kicked me out of hell

I’m a waterfall in rap, number one in the thug style
Master lessons
Today I dream of chalets and bikinis, Lamborghinis, convertibles
'Cause the mission now is to amass fortune
Live off the pen and sell records even on the Moon

I seek respect before money
And I’m not the one who sells out
If my rap is badass, I believe
All year long it’s group of the month
See? There’s no one like me
There’s not three of us like us

Shit (rap only) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow)

My name goes from mouth to mouth
And my body goes from bar to bar in search of a crazy girl
To talk to
You wanna grab a drink?
Don’t tell me, your friends only talk about clothes
You like rap? I promise you the most beautiful thing
Go to a hotel if you want, pop a bottle and drink champagne

If you prefer to go star-gazing, I know a spot, what do you say?
(I think your friends are leaving)
Fuck it, the rich girls don’t want drunks anymore
I’ve got more cash than your military dad, you bitch

Metaphysical rap like an orgasm
And in bed, I can give you a quickie, but no more
I’ve committed all kinds of crimes
Today I seek hymens in my mouth melted like M&M's
Now that I’ve cried for love, I know my place
Golden bachelor, owner of funk
Rich poor kid

I can love better than Romeo
But a muse in the museum is no longer an object of desire
I don’t know if you understand me, fuck, don’t fall in love
Boys and girls, grab this because you’ll remember it
That the best thing is to go from flower to flower, 'cause it doesn’t hurt
And he who doesn’t keep love, doesn’t hold a grudge against himself

I stood on the cliff about to jump
And an angel came down from the clouds
She said: It’s time to date actresses and models
Of skirt troubles parallel to whiskey on the rocks
Your brain’s gonna dry out through your dick
From so many wanks thinking about her, just stop

And I left home in search of thrilling adventures
The horoscopes promised exciting changes
Parties, music, rap, groupies and fans without pride
That’s why I don’t include you in my plans

You gotta know what my secret formula is
I care for my grammar more than my image
Good-looking, never were better and thank God that
(Are you Kase O from Violadores?)

Yeah, what’s up? The mic is in my indestructible hand
You won’t find a dude so sophisticated and so accessible
On the mic, I reach styles even from Frank Sinatra
I’m the imperator, do you want to be Cleopatra?

I like them big and she does too
Tell me, you for one and you can be my friend
I’m excited by success and, do you want my syrup?
Javier Ibarra came to take you down

I seek kisses, mint gum flavor
Pretty faces, funk, 70, rumba pincha
Fridays or Saturdays in morry say
No one’s left in the DJ booth
In one hand, I have the Sun and in the other, the Moon
The city is mine now, but at this hour, I’m not doing well
With my heart under construction and my dick below zero
I go back home and the damn 32 doesn’t come

Shit (rap only) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap only) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap only) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap only) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow)

I’m fed up with MCs who say they don’t want to be the best
Dirty asses, I don’t give a shit about you
I do this shit, 'cause I never knew how to do anything better
I wanted to be a snake charmer, but those are just maneuvers
With you, jealous pieces of shit, run, go tell them
I’ve got the cash and the fame and I’m not happy, why?

'Cause I’ve been looking for the phenomena for a while
And I have my reasons, not to miss
The time of MC Mr. Twist, Presión
DJ Potas, Hardcore Street, Ricardo, Vlazquez
Liriko, Brutal, Cuan Gangsta Squad (well)
Zaragoza breathed peace

Now the aroma smells like sick in a coma
'Cause the woodworm takes over the old school
Damn it, and they take it as a joke
And that’s why Sado put the hematoma in your fucking face, Txema

Leaving on time would have been useful
The opening in your ass would have been more useful
Don’t let anyone confuse you, it’s nothing personal
I just punish with my whip a rap done so poorly

Tired of sailing between two waters, today I shit
Anyway, I don’t want to talk too much
But if you’ve failed, don’t blame hip hop
'Cause you’ve always done pop and the mix is camouflage for weaklings

Crying is useless
And he who is bad, aims to improve
But not like Paco and Verbal, which is worse?
And Zaragoza is on the ground, thanks to toyacos and old folks
Hip hop gave me an ultimatum, for such a stain on my resume
In chinfin album, luckily I grabbed your ergosum

I exist, I’m human and as such, I make mistakes
But from there to being a sellout, there are miles, gentlemen
Don’t fuck with me, I’ve been doing rap for a long time
'Cause I gather storms without having sown winds

Tell me, who are you to evaluate me? (MC, get the hell out of here)
It seems like it was yesterday when I prophesied the apocalypse
MCs doing striptease in front of me, no pretending
I talk among others about the one who manages
To be named by me as a son of a bitch

In Spain, there’s no secret, to be precise, I’m talking about Metro
B-boy Real is like you, they don’t deserve respect
'Cause you’re fake, son of a bitch
What the hell have I done to you, clown? (Oh)
Do I have the blame for your failure?

Look, I don’t like your rap, it seems like trash to me
But I haven’t been blowing up your career
What I think is that you’re bad by nature
When I say this, MCs nod their heads
I don’t care, this is personal, I wouldn’t be Real

If I shit on your fucking mother and then asked you: How’s it going?
Like you usually do, but well, that’s for you to know
I send real B-Boys like you to gargle in Niagara
And no long faces anymore, dude
Never ask about us again
I don’t give a shit if your time has passed
That’s why, always the same style and always the same voice

So, dedicate yourself to porn
There, make a fool of yourself, in rap, please no
Cocksucker, we deny you the greeting
And in the end, you always end up licking our ass

As you see (co), there’s no fresh style with you, kinship
Being a jerk, you won’t be the one to add more color to this
You make me angry and talk bad
Holy shit, how can you be so stupid?
I’ll knock you all down like dominoes

My flow is legendary, that’s why Kase O rhymed
Who stops me? Nuclear Heads? Metros?
Fuck it, not even in dreams
To you B-Boys, I recommend distrust
I don’t bring down those who don’t deserve revenge
But the hypocrite of hip hop gets stripped
I’m ass-fucking Ibarra, my neighborhood La Jota, the shit

Well, it was Violadores del Verso
Ass-fucking Ibarra, on the mic was
R de Rumba, making the rhythms, the scratchings

And you, Metro, should live your envy in secret
And stop talking about peace and dignity and shit
While you’re blowing up every corner you go to
Look, I don’t like having to do this
But I think all MCs think the same in Spain
Look, five, four, three, two, one
Fuck it!