you
he returned the indigo unstoppable
save your cute little corners because they do not work here
my caliber is point can with canserbero bullets
I give accurate shots
full hornets of rappers
whose moral is not worth what their shoes cost
and the brain uses it only to hang rags
why there are so many toads with complex capos
simple is that now record is easy and cheap
make some dishes
ride a garbage in ares
I may like your panas
but never listeners who know
e record at the vacuum level that invades the brain
what they do not do is say that they are real
and do not get upset if it's your fault
since if there were no false
I would never have written this
although I understand what they hate me when I speak
since in all religion with nunk gods devils are missing
I have a stable of truths that gallop which troops
winds in stern which drops that bounce glasses
if you open your mouth you have to choose an action
decide respect bro or search for competition
but if you choose the second situation
you will have to make me
while you ask for the blessing
is that there are too many
the lyrics imprisoned in my advanced mind
that does not want to escape from nowhere
every morning when I'm at the bus stop
I realize that Jesus of rap has my same face
since I have a heavy cross that deals
to extinguish more copper with poems of silver
since I have a heavy cross
That tells me if today you do not sweep the mistress *** Maybe tomorrow you step on it
CHORUS
the truth is served raw
the reality mixes pure
Sincerity dresses naked (neither more nor less)
I am the indigo of the paper and the inkwell
Do not call me mc or rapper ONLY (canserbero)
x2
the truth is like esti?
comes out afloat sooner or later
and sincere friends I tell them with only one hand
is that they swear in vain
defend a culture applaud only their brothers
so sing garbage
the biff is fashionable
I understand they want popularity
but do not fuck with those who really bring something to rap
it's easy to talk more
say they are perfect
Many people investigate me after talking about my defects
what insects
always begging the plate
or which toads waiting for the rain to jump into the puddle
just as naco I will always be sensible
so scratch my out of clan
of sing a vallenato
is that every crazy person is with
your own theme
and the problem is that many sing for the majority
although most are
the deaf of the system
I do not criticize reggaeton
if not to your empty words
As you can see, I am a living verse
but there are many who envy me and my eyes avoid me
They want to spit on me but I'm very high
and if you spit up
his face falls on his face
I am the truth
the naked sincerity
if they shoot me to kill
my letter will remember you
instead, you have to recognize me
I teach you everything you know
but not what I seee
I am not here to say that I am great mc
ni pa came out on tv
I just want to deny
a to q did not understand that I come from crew
call it rap of spirit that you will never understand tuu
CHORUS
the truth is served raw
the reality mixes pure
Sincerity dresses naked (neither more nor less)
I am the indigo of the paper and the inkwell
Do not call me mc or rapper ONLY (canserbero)
x2
Only among all we can make this a better place :)