I beg you, do not be scared if you do not recognize me
If my gesture is different or if my voice varies
I'm not possessed, I'm not crazy, I do not hear voices
judge me by my speech that I would not deviate
Do not worry about the marijuana I've smoked
nor at night in waking reading poetry
Worry about your defects that are no less bad
and when they want we compare
I have been accused of Nasi, of racist, of Christian, of Buddhist
from murderer, from madman, from traitor, even from artist
of extraterrestrial and terrorist, of messiah, of demon
of love carrier or microbes
Satanic, pederast, homophobic, plasta
and I listen to them without saying enough
but what for me is obvious, for others not
and on the contrary that's why I consider it necessary
that as well as I smile support your arguments
I remind you that now you can not rule out these
I accuse you of assholes, all full of complexes
influenceable, blind dominated by their egos
selfish, masochistic, erotic, inflexible
fanatics, parasites, corruptible spoilers
They can not even stand four truths tell me ...
as c *** is reasoned with cannons that repress
treacherous, envious deceivers, foolish liar
they see no reality other than their data
Do not believe your lies no matter how they are posed
they boast, pride takes them to the bonfire
deep down they know it, but they do not want to believe it
like the UFO subject, first you have to see it
I have been accused of witchcraft and that of trust abuse
when I have stolen and dedicated tobaccos
they say they are paranoia, what for me are phobias
and even silly the actions that have orchestrated against me
espionage, blackmail, defamation, visions
but I'm crazy to hesitate their costumes
Few who are serious and those who have criteria
and those who go, with a clear conscience to the cemetery
I also know who are fake, but I still give them my hand
because although they say to me hippie, in the fund we are brothers
I have searched some books and abroad for a cure
putting even my own sanity in danger
to say something noble, for women and men
for the rich, for the poor, inhabitants of this world
I have seen the huge abyss of the multiform matrix
that absorbs you and not according to your hopes breaks you
at the same time I have returned to the neighborhood, I have suffered the precarious
because if I do not suffer like everyone else, I will not be able to sing it
I have been offered a thousand skins and a thousand jewels and a thousand honeys
and it hurts that I'm faithful to my principles and women
women that inspire me to sing them cantaleta
with silhouettes, that makes me sigh like comets
We are dust and in dust we will become
Epa! On the street we see each other ...
faces we see hearts we do not know
I touch changes, but at least you have flyers and brakes (x2)
This is how I drain it, with the muse trained
I savor my premieres, so as not to abuse the good
I'm afraid I sound full and some concerts full
that's why he has my eye on the pen
Ballpoint pens, microphones, headphones, inkwells
Pending with the paragraphs that Canserbero writes
it does not seem pathetic to them to be upset
a decrepit, rachitic, eccentric raper
Do not be so inbetween, so little stupid
avoid the din, giving those of intrepid
the gods do not give credits to the one who wins without merits
the gods do not give credits to the one who wins without merits
We are dust and in dust we will become
Epa! On the street we see each other ...
faces we see hearts we do not know
knock changes, but at least you have steering wheels and brakes
Faces we see hearts we do not know
Epa! On the street, see you
we are dust and in dust we will become
everything changes but you have steering wheel and brakes
!At least not! !At least not!
Oh ...
Can can in le mic
From Venezuela
South Studios Area
Araldo in the Beat
the Kamikaze studios over here
Gentlemen, this is Rap!
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)