No Paséis Por Alto a Los Genios

Don't overlook the geniuses
Let only the scientists speak
The world is ignorant about technology
As long as my phrase remains
Don't overlook the geniuses
Let only the scientists speak
The world is ignorant about genetics
As long as my phrase remains

Even the rich travel in limousines,
Líriko gives his opinion, leans on the microphone.
Every genius that offers,
Demands what they deserve, Spain trembles!!
Let no one continue with that mentality,
As long as there is a genius, there will be inferiority complexes.
As long as a dictator deserves a monument,
As long as books and my record remain your worst toy.
Girls hurry to learn
How geniuses undress.
Stories stained with glories,
May they not lack nights of 'cheers' in their memories.
They walk elegantly, like dandy men,
They placed their neighborhoods on a world map.
They don't set goals,
They have always been determined to offer without reasons.
Advice from the wise, don't deprive
Girls of a kiss of anise on their lips.
I don't put melodies, my rap aimed at
Minorities prioritizing theories.
Princesses lost their heroes,
Geniuses stroll through the chimneys.
I'm just one more in the guild,
Bohemian spirit, too much in common with geniuses.

Don't overlook the geniuses
Let only the scientists speak
The world is ignorant about technology
As long as my phrase remains
Don't overlook the geniuses
Let only the scientists speak
The world is ignorant about genetics
As long as my phrase remains

Even if they made it easy, they would make it difficult for you
Even being so close, they are far, there is no comparison
More stories of their own portraits
Immobile stamp of those who always fly higher
They grab iron as a consequence, inflating biceps
Creating craters with lines
Nowadays, days of light combine with days of shadows
But in the end, they achieve goals that honor them
They started hugging lampposts back in the day
At least it served as a resource to recount in texts
They return home when birds are already chirping
With their heads down, sun on their necks, smell of smoke on their shirts
They found exactly what they were looking for
They didn't expect any less from the fans in the stands
Applause everywhere, not competing with just anyone
Violators of good looks, impeccable dossier
They have somewhat unusual lifestyles
Number one in the parrot gangs in parks
They saw the saddest face of this crap
Unfortunately, it was close in their land, what misery
With large letters, they now put their names
Golden color, frenzy among the crowd
Men of superior abilities
Those who possess creative forces are called geniuses

Don't overlook the geniuses
Let only the scientists speak
The world is ignorant about technology
As long as my phrase remains
Don't overlook the geniuses
Let only the scientists speak
The world is ignorant about genetics
As long as my phrase remains

The first thing you have to be clear about is that I was not born to be second best.
The second: I have a mission in this world,
To drink and pray, try to float if I see myself sinking.
Gigolos also feel lonely,
Tied to appearances, lacking love.
It's all about chromosomes, innate seducers...
Mission: From microphones and turntables mistreat newcomers.
I was trash and now you see...
They try to describe me and I demand superlatives, like Everest.
Tell me if I'm not as good as I think I am,
I'm tired of tossing coins and making wishes.
Today is the time to shove my talent up your ass,
For science to investigate: from which firmament
Do the stars fall with this smell of gin?
What mysterious love for virtue guides me on earth?
Where did my meteorite land on the map?
Why doesn't Nostradamus speak of me? Who am I competing against?
Which gods do I defend? What is my art based on?
Am I coming in peace? Am I on their side?
What do astronomers say about my sign?
What kind of gospel do I bring? Is it worthy thought?
Am I the missing link Darwin talked about?
If I speak of the 4th dimension, is it because I've been there?
Where did I cry as a baby? What kind of childhood did I have?
Which streets did I grow up on? What toys entertained me?
And... what sexual fantasies keep me awake today?
Which women do I dream of? How many would I have died for?
What is love to me? A smile or a tear?
And... why this damn obsession with challenging machines?
Why this fear of technology?
Why this passion for proportion and harmony?: Because I'm a
Genius!!!

Don't overlook the geniuses
Let only the scientists speak
The world is ignorant about technology
As long as my phrase remains
Don't overlook the geniuses
Let only the scientists speak
The world is ignorant about genetics
As long as my phrase remains