De Mi Barrio Hasta Tu Barrio

[Chorus Zénit & Cyrano]
Chile, Spain, the best song of the year
Does it seem like a dream to you? Does it seem strange?
They're hitting hard with their rap since long ago
Two small men, two MCs of great size. (x2)

[Zenit]
It must not be healthy to wake up early
and waste so much effort in vain every day
having to endure being treated almost like a worm
and they want to screw me over
as something ordinary
for a damn week of summer vacation
that makes me see everything even darker
because I still can't get what's within my reach
while my boss, the gray-haired one, smokes a Habano
I'll explain to the listener of the scene or the layman
that what I endured at my job, in rap now I don't
my biggest dream has been since I was a kid
to make hits like this one with which I win enemies
become a top scorer with my rap like Zamorano
discover that on the other side of the world I have a brother
Chile, Spain, true Hispanic hip hop
Zenit HombreDon with MC Cyrano.

[Chorus Zénit & Cyrano]
Chile, Spain, the best song of the year
Does it seem like a dream to you? Does it seem strange?
They're hitting hard with their rap since long ago
Two small men, two MCs of great size. (x2)

[Cyrano]
Enjoy what I do like spending my money
proud of my effort that is already a noose around my neck
I don't depend on anyone, it was my interest that's to blame
creativity spark, rhymes over instrumentals
capabilities without space, it's my opinion, it's detestable
intolerance without measure, so resign yourself to listen to me
constant balance,
I always go one step ahead
you live in arrogance among recyclable people
more lost than seen that I haven't beaten anyone
you go from children's tales,
to deceived dirty ears
and you defend appearance,
between diversity and differences
your people admire you and you think you're eminence
your ego in the sky, my rap underground
the Florida school, street experiences
bands, DJs, rappers, girls, (listen)
it sweats you listen to good shit (accept it).

[Chorus Zénit & Cyrano]
Chile, Spain, the best song of the year
Does it seem like a dream to you? Does it seem strange?
They're hitting hard with their rap since long ago
Two small men, two MCs of great size. (x2)

[Zenit]
Airplane flights to make high-flying rap
Alcorcón, Madrid, Spain, Chile, Santiago, La Florida
touching the sky with our feet on the ground
and we will make this scene grow with our rap
this song of ours will end your agony
your rap smells rotten even if you flood it with cologne
we will make the rest of the MCs suffer from hoarseness
to the Atacama desert to Patagonia.

[Cyrano]
Mediocre people don't know what they're saying
to your land, my land, here no one prohibits us
don't try to play on the wrong field
rap is our law, and here you are the judged,
Latin blood, with the last name González
like Pablo Neruda and Miguel de Cervantes
pay attention as our class begins
two experienced and capable MCs

[Zenit]
Once again, once again more
once again an extraordinary style
once again, once again more
it's how I do it, from my neighborhood to your neighborhood.