No me creo na' (Con DJ Yulian)

After a long year, going through tough times,
where an absurd war has caused havoc.
Rap has become a trend for lazy people, sons of bitches want to reveal the magician's trick.
Do you know what I'm talking about? What I do. Even without ever seeing me, I'm a legend. And even if I don't sell a monster like Ness this month,
I'd pay to see some of those characters that Superpop has created and think they've rapped, crucified.

Anyone with Down syndrome, down, down, would have eaten it up. For me, they screwed up, that's why B-Boy of flesh and bone from up here we have shown that those people are worth shit. The prince of cats begins to be consistent, because absurd people we all hate for sure.

I don't believe anything you say, I don't believe anything you show. I don't believe anything you write,
what you think, what you feel, what you dream,
I don't believe anything you live. I don't believe anything you say, I don't believe anything you show. I don't believe anything you write,
what you think, what you feel, what you dream,
I don't believe anything you live.

Besides, rap now pays, and businessmen like vultures, in 2003, you were, you felt, you did what you wanted, and you sank maxis, LPs, and mixtapes into shit. You won't repeat, as you see,
rap has defeated you in this duel, and this one that comes from a foreign land, makes you say 'how good it flies', and the ground so far from its feet.

So, with Artes and Yulian I train, without brakes, and I'm not afraid of any other rapper because I burn them. I rap in rooms that are full, and I think we have nothing to envy the Yankee groups, seeing that some only come here for the money. You chill, keep worshiping the geek who did the trick. Kinky style, he kept the money at that party, the best at Prince's concert is Pataki. The worst thing I fear is that's what you want, Paninni.

I don't believe anything you say, I don't believe anything you show. I don't believe anything you write,
what you think, what you feel, what you dream,
I don't believe anything you live. I don't believe anything you say, I don't believe anything you show. I don't believe anything you write,
what you think, what you feel, what you dream,
I don't believe anything you live.

Televisions, anti-education tool. In this orchestration, science fiction soundtrack, where a bastard with a mustache repeats a sound
saying that this nation is doing well. Where's the hidden camera, champion? In a year where the action of inclination with immersion
of a harmless ship after collision, made the framework of expansion of this country's prestige sink. And the race didn't add up for invading another country, and the war was consummated while patriots
kissed the great flag at Colón.

The climax that inflamed my balls, coercion that remains imposed, repression after the response of protest in the only occasion when Spain finally manifests itself. Then the disillusionment after scrutiny, if no one votes for the PP, how can it be that like trading cards a child has so many repeat votes, and so many fools climb to the highest rank.
And meanwhile, the dumbest of operation sells a million with a crappy bulería song, they're for discos.

Meanwhile, girls live in Wonderland, like Alice. Troubled boys, without hope, watch as their nose gets hooked. Murderous husbands are news, gossips live solely at the expense of the prince's wedding with Leticia. And fake celebrities, skillfully, sell lives in exclusivity, each more tacky than the last. We travel roads through Spain with an infinite and invincible live show, making Hip-Hop the difference between believable and unbelievable.

Pop artists who sing rap, are not believable. Politicians at war in the name of peace, are not believable. Terrorists who kill in the name of freedom, are not believable. Hip-Hop lovers, are incredible.

I don't believe anything you say, I don't believe anything you show. I don't believe anything you write,
what you think, what you feel, what you dream,
I don't believe anything you live. I don't believe anything you say, I don't believe anything you show. I don't believe anything you write,
what you think, what you feel, what you dream,
I don't believe anything you live.