| Sitting on the bat. |
| I was thinking about you
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| While having a bi-a-bi debate
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| That it was about the mc´s of message and combat
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| And this canine, he comes in this low mood
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| And an anemic past, got me an academic degree
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| In this fucking ass, and it tires me to see you think like that
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| I traveled to Tennessee with a speech and voted for President Erick B
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| Epmd gave me the first instrumental to rap over:
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| Cross over today I go for the platforms and I have them all sobas
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| Kosovas look like the techniques I use
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| 2002 I slip, sniper on the fourth floor
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| So be careful, before crossing, watch the sides
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| Because just like drivers, there are also mc's who are too bad
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| And they remain anchored, thinking that we are wrong
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| And then they catch you on a mic and they don't know anything else but to bite you
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| Fuck, frustrated rapper lifestyle, that's what it sounds like
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| You wanted to have more eggs than anyone and half a dozen fell on you
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| I don't know. |
| But I never thought Mos Def was the messiah
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| And he kept listening to d.i.t.c day after day, growing up
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| Without becoming an old school he still caught a pen
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| And he wrote and did it, with this mask of melancholy
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| Many buns still want you to eat
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| Marineritos from Aguadulce. |
| At the end the cake is discovered and it no longer shines
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| I consider you as men of few lights
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| I was also under a spell and I already undid it
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| I shit on Frodo. |
| I keep controlling technique and mode
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| And anyway with just one track on the elbow me against everyone
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| My nickname is still one per theme and as motto
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| I keep making a song with every problem that burns me
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| Do you want to channel rap through your valleys and mountains
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| Without thinking that there is a different maña on each side of Spain?
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| Well it burns me and for burns in the soul there is no cream
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| I know that if my rap stops one day
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| My dj condemns me, he sends me to the train
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| There in the shade to smoke good yerba
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| Damn place where the castles are made of air, and not of sand
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| Today I have blood in my veins Alexis, it will have to be spilled
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| Today neither message nor competition. |
| Freedom of rapping and long faces and…
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| fuck you |