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[Kase o]
The sky is a 400-star hotel but it can wait,
Life is a one-way trip,
Music is the mother of all sciences
Because it distracts the consciences of a suicidal generation,
We speak the language of the dolphin
Some blondes learn Latin to understand our scene,
Hip hop is not in the books, it's in the souls,
You want to know more, I'll explain it to you right away.
I'm a neurotic, an unemployed hyperactive,
Unsociable sociologist who speaks to you clearly,
Listen to me sitting down
I've come back with my rap wrapped in leather
In case you're into the mud of sadomasochism,
Since I entered I've shown
That I embed my paragraph in your frustrated MC bust,
Everything you say outside a microphone is useless,
Anyone can talk and invent, my flow boils,
Asthmatic bronchitis and I sound like a rock,
Rumba produces and seduces muses without coke,
Blind from alcohol, your flow is predictable,
My competition rap is credible,
You can't say you're the best
Knowing that there are (one), (two), three MCs better than you around,
Not because of the enormous pain I endured did I bend,
No boy but you're talking so much about how much I sell
That your envy shoots up and I shoot the eternal flow,
No stage fright, my style is model,
With hate and with lyrics I keep the audience hysterical,
My hardcore is erotic, it's based on chemistry,
I satisfy my audience live and in privacy,
Sometimes I run out of air and hoarse
But in concerts I give it my all and everyone says wow
When I grab the mic and release the material,
I improvise and put lines in real time,
The boom the clap the boom boom clap
Everyone is there, welcome to my rap,
What's up troubadour, what do you want to play?, Am I going to wrinkle?,
No, I crush you with my thumb,
I encourage you to doubt your regular potential,
You'll have to work, they'll make fun of you, you'll leave the place,
Some left the mic,
Others kept rapping but stopped listening to us
As if nothing was happening but it was happening, double v
Falls on your face like a waterfall, and that's it.

[Lírico]
[Hate] dragged from city to city
Hip hop is called the hurricane,
Sometimes it gives me and sometimes it takes away my bread,
I'm David but I represent Adam,
In hip hop, rap only cathedral like Notre Dame,
I come in the name of hip hop,
While others tiptoe,
B-boys in quotes,
I'm not going to talk about the stones on the road,
Or the letters I wrote on scrolls,
One two, I tune the mic,
On every stage I did a somersault,
Then we slept on the street, maybe it was your portal,
May God come down and see it, I have the power of a mic and that's it,
Others have the power of a spray,
I am faithful to rap, from r to p, of course,
Brothers would put their hand in the fire,
If they have ever taken me for,
I have taken them and given them,
Then they have wondered about,
You have silly things to say as to be silent,
You will feel cornered and without escape
What you talked about will hurt your memory
And you will be upset to find me in the history books,
Double v is the alliance, good and evil on the scale,
Worry about hope more than revenge,
I rap with composure but no one reaches me,
In favor of breaking my lance,
The vast majority knows that it is not enough to know the theory
In front of my category, success is not capricious,
Since it is only granted by a rigorous and all-powerful public,
You will become melancholic about what you were,
Not even jokes will bring a smile to the sad,
Now put yourself in my position
Without going beyond a supposition.

[Hate]
Hate as a climax, I place my shit in your colon,
Hard rap, marble teflon,
Of customs, of dirty guts, back to the core
Where I piss, a bush has never grown back,
I was never what you call a lover of life,
Loading my life, turning myself into a self-suicidal,
With stick licorice for lack of a cigarette to remove the snot,
Then worms in the anus,
Trivial problems
If you compare it with my life depending on bottles, bad plan,
Finally I thought about filling the bathtub
And putting the hairdryer plugged into the outlet and goodbye to the earth,
I saw the light maybe they guided me well,
I still think about drinking but a little better than yesterday,
Sensitive, tears don't lie,
I keep crying at the end of e.t and the death of chanquete,
I will always have you in memory, always,
To those I love, always, to those who are not here, always,
Man of strange behavior
And I'm making almost all my deviations public,
Sprain in the head maybe,
Some skull blow atrocious madness no more no more,
I don't know, I live thanks to a few who give me everything,
That happy child flew, everything got a little complicated for me,
Now I dedicate myself to acting like a fool in rooms,
Galas, van, kilometers, meals,
I want to live and stop surviving all this,
I ask at least to die happy damn,
To study sergiology is the science,
Despite my normal appearance, normal,
Prepare me a niche in the cortijo of the silent,
Accelerated path to being fodder for worms.

Nothing to do... assault techniques
Nothing to do... assault techniques
Nothing to do... assault techniques
Nothing to do... Nothing to do

Nothing to do... assault techniques
Nothing to do... assault techniques
Nothing to do... assault techniques
Nothing to do... nothing to do

Nothing to do... nothing to do against this greyhound.
And in heaven there is no alcohol.

[Kase.o]
Pure hardcore songs there, from the old maxis as well.