La Nostra Bota

New presence new image new conditions
New campaign new round of defamation
I won't touch the cake they carefully watch
I didn't come to endure that torture

First topic of the course, I bring the boom and the clap
The groove, the rap
Second topic of the course, if the loop plays, I'm a pro
People know it
Third topic of the course, I tied a knot in rap
And the world doesn't explode, shut that mouth ZOO, you're going to shit your boots

We come to make you get up from the couch and say 'enough of this fucking life'
We're going to make you scream, you know? Until you lose your voice, who resigns is the idiot
Until there's not a drop left, we'll take back the baton
We'll sink those who exploit in utter misery

I don't want poems or songs about defeat
I want to change the conditions, let them eat the brown
Let the procession not go inside
I don't want
Them to feel our boot on top