The science out there
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When you don't know what to say, I'll say it for you
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Urbanology, the street and its sparkles
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Lives with the rope around their necks, and it is…
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There is nothing to understand, much to feel
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Nothing to lose, much to live, I fight to continue
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For the sake of something, I left behind long lethargy
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And bitter drinks, today I ride safely
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Of the dart that throws the passage of time
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I do it my way
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I dig in manure and mine gold
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I look for the beauty in the cement
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There is always a story to tell
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There's always a longing and a lament
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An increase in volume
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It will make it sound louder, but not clearer
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I do not mask that I fear the shot and its dry sound
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I try not to scream
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More than for the noise, for the fear of the echo
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I'm just a shy guy, I don't play Swedish
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They call me suicidal for saving my life without a vest
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For throwing me into the void, since I was a kid
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I knew that mine was the cold touch of a hollow notebook
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If I am naive, it is because I am looking for chimeras
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I will sit down body and head when I die
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And there is so much dye out there
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So dumb that he appears to be perfect
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So many who pretend and attack my intellect
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It's the cause-effect when false affect fills the air
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Now I know that when nobody hates you it's because you're nobody
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Do you catch it?
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I know there are millions of onlookers watching every step
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Everybody talks, everybody judges
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But then everyone shits when curves come
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They want the pulp but they swallow shells
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The truth gets cloudy when it rains masks
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When even certainties collapse
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Tell me what do you have left?
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If after the gloom the grave awaits you, it is normal for you to sink
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But when you fall deep, be convinced at once
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That there are prisons that you create and you get inside
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Do you want to find me?
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I'll be in the back of the bar, always thirsty
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Wanting to answer so many questions that seem silent
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But I put out a new record and suddenly all doubts are gone
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And it is that I put love even when I write about hate
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I have the honor of speaking to the folio and to half of the hemisphere
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And even though I don't know where I'm going, I know there's always a real destination
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For some, jail or the cemetery
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I was lucky, I know where I come from
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I already made a name
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Now I keep it, they say I'm selling
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Idiots talk but they fade early, their careers
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They last as long as a pimple lasts for me, I don't care if I beat you
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I don't consider it, I focus on the beautiful
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I am the one who could show off the most and who talks about it the least
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Urbanology, the street and its sparkles
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And hip hop showing thrones to outcasts and commoners
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Those few who followed their own path
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Those crazy people of yesterday who are legends today
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We all grope for a place where fear sleeps
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Because it all comes down to our fear of suffering
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We all seek a God, an afterlife, an eternal life
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'Cause it all comes down to our fear of dying
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It only remains to survive, that's my leitmotif
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When you don't know what to say I'll say it for you
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I'll take the loot and I'm not talking about full pockets
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Although if he steals the one on top, the one on the bottom is not going to do less
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It is what we have, too much circus and little bread
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Too many boys go down like a slide
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Sips that are given taste like poison
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Oars that do not know where they are going, they will not see new horizons
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I move outside the ego, I surrender to my freedom
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It's not a game, I have beasts to feed
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And it is elemental to flow like all rivers, through all mine
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There are so many messes and disenchantments
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But before the cold my homies act as a blanket
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And there are no Grammy's that surpass the love that you give me so many
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Others criticizing on their computer, I put them on mute
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I turn off the router, crappy they argue without me flinching
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They don't affect me tira'eras quinceañeras
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No fights between the old and the new, they don't know
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That the one who is most silent is sometimes the one who knows the most
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And that the one who hesitates the least is the one who comes out the most
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They better grow up or they won't last a quarter
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They believe that succeeding in rap can be achieved in one jump
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I push them away with my eclipse
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Success didn't turn me on, my lexicon took decades to polish
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A job that does not accept mistakes or oversights
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No jokes that when they see pasta they don't hesitate to undress |
"Life is like an embroidered cloth
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We spend the first part of life
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On the pretty side of embroidery
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But the second part of our life
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We spent it on the other side
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It is less beautiful, but we see how the threads are arranged»
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I live trapped in an hourglass
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Trusting in the kindness of others pushed me to contempt
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Because of impotence
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Fools who sentence are not a problem
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The problem is silence if it stores indifference
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I already lost my innocence in some mistake
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Today the boy that I once was speaks to me, while he insists
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In that he enjoys the journey, he says that nothing is perfect
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That either I have fun or I'm a dead man, and dying is sad
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Life is a joke or a bitch, I don't know
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I only know that I do not believe in anything and nothing quenches my thirst
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So many hours I spent writing this
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It is not an excuse, you know that my texts are my way of being
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I keep looking at the paper like someone looking at the most beautiful girl
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I take the piece of cake that brings the icing
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Try it, it will taste like ink, the one I spill
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So I hold sorrows and conquests in my hands
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My phrases are like walks in the tundra
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Pharisees abound with wishes that I sink
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Me using Picasso's left hand painting failures
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Sippin' faith like someone took my glass away
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Taking steps on the stairs
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Killing time, still knowing that he is the one who kills me
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Seeing in my avatar errata and ungrateful rats that attack
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Either you abide by fame or it catches you and you end up on all fours
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More spots than a Dalmatian on my soul, but I still presume
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The world looks for heroes, but I'm not one
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I only assume my levity and my ignorance
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There is no more truth than the happiness that childhood gives
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And I don't know if it's age or a bleed, but I lack magic
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Less and less euphoria and more nostalgia
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More and more weight and less efficiency
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Less and less to the bar and more to the pharmacy
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Now I know that arrogance is fragile and overcoming it is easy
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That fear is agile and my meat is a muffin that falls apart
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And in case chance catches me, I stay at home writing
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There is no time to go down to the square to smoke
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I'd rather be a stateless person in my lost Atlantis
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Where the coldest lyrics shelter me
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And more than for my niggas, I do it for my friends
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For not staying with the intrigue of what they will say
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Some will swallow saliva, others doubting
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Artist for whom the art of living costs so much
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The beauty caresses me but it falls flying
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And the pain is nailed and each nail has to be pulled out
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Glimpsing my horizon where before I saw mountains
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Today there are rhinos charging with blows
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Every cut here is like a tour of Winterfell
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(Y.) After eight albums hungrier than Somalia
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No matter the clothing, what is below counts
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But seeing behind the skin that is hard for us
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There's a shortcut to a universe without locks
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From meadows with verses for the one who looks through my eyes, I
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I'm just a louse in this immensity but I throw myself
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To this Red Sea that is adversity
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And sometimes I beat her and sometimes she beats me
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The fight of any decent man in a big city
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Urbanology, discipline and heart in this swarm
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Another version of the Hunger Games
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Another lesson for children to grow up
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Another prison I plan to break out of, and
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How to accept myself if I am so complex?
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If I am more attracted to the window than the mirror
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If I am more rabbit than coyote in this forest
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I am one of those who know how to move without selling at low cost
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One day I bet, that was the genesis, tumor of MC's
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Word of mouth took care of the metastasis
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I do it for who loses or who is late
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For those who always sit in the last row of class
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Pablo and Baghira bring the base, I put the topping
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I write and make my pen dance popping
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Knockin' on the heaven's door but nobody opens
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Hell may open, because my words burn
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Who beats reluctance in this melodrama?
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If fear calls you to the foot of the bed
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That's why run and love whoever you want
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What does it matter if we are going to die tomorrow
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I raised my blind and closed my wound
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I changed my perspective and since then there is no mystery
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Today the thing I take most seriously in this life
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Is to not take life too seriously |