(CANSERBERO)
This is not a (...) in your throat
it's the tired who sings
with banter of letter in band
and letters up his sleeve
the good listeners to the air the hands raise
the envious currucaos who suck breast
song without crown without jewel and without more pistol than my balls
pa 'pone a caga' in the fuc *** perola
I am the rushing river
January that dresses you
if my name like my gueb walks from mouth to mouth
I bring the cure for the ignorance in my writing
canser is the vaccine do you want one?
take and circulate
recap if you want to speak in my absence
do not confuse this face and 'innocence with lack of experience
c *** thinks he was waiting calmly
hidden mamas I keep waiting for the right turn
but it's time for the hero to be heard
reveal your identity and show the world who is the gifted
I exhaust 'the eardrums I have to hear lying
suppositions tremendous mc's that among them I stop and feel
that I am a shepherd among PIGS, that between madmen I am the ROPE
because my pencil is possessed by the god of verse
rekeson, apache and lil supa is already a lot of weight
and this tireder is the dressing of a thick flow
leave the quiet and respect the lord respect
that if my words were bullets
(PLO PLO)
that if my words were bullets I would blow your brains
(APACHE)
Spell, track, rap, wape and punt
sefogueate idea coughs, never caguea
they always have handles for the jelly and in matters of skin
BAM wears his belt well
A P A
(...) flow representing
A P A
Full Creole rap keeps sounding
not so fast that the hip hop therapist who teaches you
and at the same time with a stanza you pulverize (you)
so logic uses and does not cross the border line
that where there are fish there are fishermen singer-songwriters
and the viewers know that we are big words
in this tournament, where I wrestle, monitor and manage those who do not have video
nowadays and they want to take the audacity to damage my upholstery
with its prop rhymes
that do not take effect in this dispute
follow your route light a joint enjoy this piece and you go that chutas
(LIL SUPA)
Without touching the door step and take them out to tip and 'coñazos
to those 'guys, you have to step on them to pay attention
nothing but delays remain in the minds of those false
who looked for a party and ended up being clowns
more than a pact is an assault on the micro that leaves them stupefied
I bring content in liters and a flow that burns your touch
it's your turn this time to see our act from afar
I have seen toads like you drowning in the same puddle
you think you're a pitcher but your lyrics are piches
if you want to be the pitcher I would send it to the bitchies
no matter how inflated they get espiches
no matter how light I am, I turn off the suiche
I emphasize that I do not require the shooting
I am a lawyer who, speaking plainly, put them aside
I do not need metals my mental reasons
the verbal ammunition my intellectual gifts
do not compare us if they do not take a chance they do not equal
with this rat litter Morales (..) Gónzalez
grab your macundales and learn from those who know
if they can not get out and check the diapers
(REKESON)
Hustla!
like a bomb ... like the deadly kombat ...
the brain hollows out ... of the wrist with freckles ... dry guerilla killer ...
little children adore me ... not a rocking chair that is giving the time as the foresighted ... pray but do not miss ...
But there is no one who dethrones me from the reign
I will always be crowned giving me life as a high meadow sifrino
ask your daddy for blessing this is pure traki traki
so that they do not end up more affected than Nakasaki
when they see me they run like a Kawasaki
I am the sniper that puts them to suffer as Jackie suffered
of rhymes I have a mountain
the others what they want is to make a film with my feats
they say they peel me bicha and they peel me is the ñañañaña
I have been doing marsh since Maria Chestnut
When you see me you jump, I am (...) like the Incas and the art that I have and I do not teach it neither in the Ymca
...
Look at the eyes weevil if a psychopath does not want to feel the anger and with an infrared I fly a louse (GSK)
...
canserbero, apache, lil supa, rekeson
end of the world
the neighborhoods the city mines ...
CMS
Eat My Leftovers
you said it ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)