Madrid 2012

If you come to the capital to face who you shouldn't
you'll suffer that evil that you're suffering now and can't cure
that you can't handle the pressure
that tension paralyzes you
and in this competition you don't even move

We are Zenith, Arts, and Low Minimums
and we came like beasts and we won't lie if we say
that you'll see in the structures we spit, sculptures we sculpt
for doing it in this elegant way
wait on the other side, spring
to see my quarry in the front line of the first division
I fuck your song and your group with drums
I shit on your flag and your whole generation
we are from that group of MCs whose voice fades
from those who blow up the speakers
from those who with a kick,
we send you on your way
towards a bathroom for a slap with Miguel Angel Muñoz, it's atrocious
to sell out as a rapper
but I hope you don't want to be the coolest rapper
dressing in the tacky clothes of the pioneer
son of a bitch who made the minimum sales, a dressing room diva
if my race is in danger of extinction
I'll take the opportunity to give you a hard time
you fell into our nets when you saw that this sample
throws MCs against the four walls of this fish tank
are you new to this? let's wait until you go to bed
you'll suffer a stroke when you connect to internet forums
you'll have to bathe in bleach
for the rest of your days
to disinfect yourself
you still wonder under your breath how the fuck we did it,
to make Móstoles and Torrejón neighbors of my Alcorcón,
you still doubt how we could
turn Longitud De Onda Estudio into this cucumber factory.

[Jompy]
Three humans and a Martian talk about distant neighborhoods
they are Arts, two from Móstoles and Zenith hand in hand
three southerners is an MC from the rap of Uranus like a brother
in a track that dresses rap to show they are the owners
light up logs, get designer drugs
look in your dreams to connect with these kids
and tighten knots, grab your dreams, I seek harm
prizes for the injury of the year without having eaten pussy is what I teach
dream rap in bursts in dreamlike explosions
that wake up your ear with a wink and a whistle
so I bet, and I ask the sold-out as witnesses
that we are 4 beasts who want noise to eat
it's not solid but the jubilation doesn't rise
feeling your heartbeats next to the hatred in a stadium is a stimulus
able to transform without disguise,
a standing and slow MC with a pendulum movement
and it's not a lie, you saw my style riding in a sports car
doing donuts on the edge of a vinyl
so say that I'm the one pulling these strings
causing you to move to the sound of my fifth on paper

[Chorus]
Running little by little, we went deep
MCs who talk so much and then fall so soon
trying to reach the wind on the way to your goal
let the trumpets sound

Welcome to the show
MCs are an obstacle in my infinite bond
there's no rival for what's written since I started
H.I.P H.O.P

[Isaac]
4 men, 3 cities, 2 teams, and 1 destiny
to make things clear was the reason for this union
to unleash the fury in verse like a storm on the road
is for this fallen angel a clear antidote to pain
I pursue with passion being the biggest and most complete
live I promise to be compact and give warmth
I am a carrier of a virus that poisons your senses
and accelerates your heartbeats so the heart enjoys
I explain my rap is acidic, elastic, deadly
if not, feel it on your forehead and I infect you with this disease, it attracted you
to this complex rap hurricane
towards the freedom of body and mind until old age
I with these dogs cause a scandal
chaining scattered paragraphs I write while walking
you're amazed and you don't even realize it,
Low Minimums with Zenith and Arts 1/29 are your school
get excited, join this thunderous lightning, and charge
the one you saw in your area pretending to be a mystery
you did that?, well, with your neighborhood you've fulfilled
now you break necks at the entrance of Arts twister

[Arts 1/29]
I only carried the reason for revenge
for the only companionship of another voice already finished
I closed my eyes and heard the cry
alone in the warmth of another skirmish, fools whip the myth
singing through the noise who arrived from elsewhere
Arts was not an interpreter for anyone
adhere to the law of Low Minimums to be low in spirits
if rap exists, it will be a wicked crime
deaf and stubborn I write proclamations for bands in other bazaars
hunt this madman, if they gave me the power to heal the mic I touch it
write in your notebook if I contaminate the brain
everything changed when she wanted another beer
lose myself in another drink and forget in laziness,
to know myself sterile, who plays the fool becomes fragile
grows docile and loses its marketing
I lie down, listen to Keane Teevra's songs
read Mahou by Arts Ciegelman the comic, okay, warn
after discarding that attempt at a smile
to walk on the roof and bet on the ledge up to the shirt
see without Visas, MCs from the street, street and step and silence their inquiries
I'm in shape, I can hunt the record
sitting in an old Ford and talking about this with the priest

[Chorus]
Running little by little, we went deep
MCs who talk so much and then fall so soon
trying to reach the wind on the way to your goal
let the trumpets sound

Welcome to the show
MCs are an obstacle in my infinite bond
there's no rival for what's written since I started
H.I.P H.O.P

[Scratches Dj Yulian]

[Arts 1/29]
Well, get ready for Madrid 2012
what a team, Dj Yulian, Low Minimums, Arts 1/29, and Zenith
Madrid 2012, Longitud de Onda ... Studio!