RMS & Norick:
Hey you chamo, this is a lot of tigueraje,
The battery that sounds with the highest voltage
And I brought a fist of real syllables
The children and parents the vowels.
Hey you chamo, it has a lot of tigueraje,
The battery that sounds with the highest voltage
And I brought a fist of real syllables
The children and parents the vowels.
BLACK HP:
What blesses this black
It was not manufactured by hand a human
Nor does porcelain cover it on an old shelf,
I get when I surrender to a rhythm that sounds
From the window of my brain to the patio of my veins,
Shit Nigga, this blessed flow that illuminates
As lights giving way to the Latin blood crossing,
We invade, I talk about pre-school times
When the vowels applied criminal use
How well I get out is discussed in alleys
That if it is natural or I season with blones my lungs,
I do not know how to do it, meanwhile give me a chance
Pa to advance to whatever perimeter or distance.
To my right the Canserbero the question right now
It's on which side you want to be deaf first
Because these fingers come out alone at night
And suddenly I wake up full of notebook,
Maybe I'm sick or this fever does not help me
When my conscience flees and this lyric is flowing
So this guanabis shut the mouth
In this league the brain springs do not bounce klk !!
CONSCIOUS PENCIL:
When the blood is changed to a beast there is no first time
If the vein is rapped, the heart identifies it
Against me testifies that does not apply to exercise
There is no way to stop the bearers of the message
If you tried the brew, it would suit your rap outfit
That to your ear I brought with these 5 MCs
Body that litigation shuffle will be put on a trip
Here do not come with your false love we clear of you
Because RAP is not trendy RAP is not madness
For my RAP it's wedding and HIP HOP is culture
Emit your opinion contaminates with your trash
Repeat your sermon and dictate with haste
Because time runs out drop by drop
It's worth more than your flow a trace of my boot
After this song I see many broken mouths
There is no opposition when the pod notices
The music we make is discriminated against
But yours is worse because it says nothing
Yours is an amateur what's our olympic ta
Respect the morphology of a sacred letter.
RMS & Norick:
Hey you chamo, this is a lot of tigueraje,
The battery that sounds with the highest voltage
And I brought a fist of real syllables
The children and parents the vowels.
Hey you chamo, it has a lot of tigueraje,
The battery that sounds with the highest voltage
And I brought a fist of real syllables
The children and parents the vowels.
CANSERBERO:
I smoke a seedless blunt I look out the window
And I start my guitar playing, improvising,
The landscape of the corner the smell of food
It inspires me and sounds an instrumental, phenomenal!
I turn on the TV and the news hurts
A cat locked in smell that's why I prefer to tune
A sincere independent music of record companies
And from eras and really harvest.
From sundown to sunrise the city awaits
The moment does not take long for your word to be tested
With an action or an omission I respect your vision
Respect my vision my freedom my opinion my prison.
I sing to the street because I am Chamaco de calle de la cora
In my performance for rap an Oscar de Leon, hey
They are, 0 recap movies
That everyone knows the weight of the cross of their clavicles,
The cru, Dominicana Venezuela Peru
Latinos listening to rap on the bus
Dropping potholes and dodging obstacles
Real as the show,
Fiction like the ora ... (aja).
Black hp, rms, pencil, Norick, Dkano
Yesterday hobby today is Hip Hop vacano,
Guilty that hands come up
Sisters and brothers when
Silence we face and REPRESENT!
RMS & Norick:
Hey you chamo, this is a lot of tigueraje,
The battery that sounds with the highest voltage
And I brought a fist of real syllables
The children and parents the vowels.
Hey you chamo, it has a lot of tigueraje,
The battery that sounds with the highest voltage
And I brought a fist of real syllables
The children and parents the vowels.
Norick:
Attention that is not just a pleasant sound,
A song of the street is what is hidden
From far away they have come
Those carriers of the message that carries that content ok,
To a culture represents in a real way
Where it comes from, there are things that you want to tell
They will never see us on their knees,
Tigueres and chamos with the battery will always stand.
DKANO:
Give me a map without lines, a language without an accent,
Only among all we can make this a better place :)