360 Grados

360 Degrees

Thanks to my beautiful nature, to Mother Earth, to the root and its bark
To the universes, to the spheres, the galactic forces
Ancestral planetary forces, spiritual guides
Angelical hierarchies, to inspiration, to the magic of

Poetry to reiki, to yoga, to the gift of wisdom
To my brothers beings of light and to this beautiful day
To my ancestors, shaman, teacher, taita, healer
To those who blessed me like an Apache warrior, to the

Santeros, to all those rappers who fought
For our cause and defended it
First a lighter to give it fire
Second to ignite consciousness and turn off the ego
Third not to take this as a game anymore, if you like it good

Or if not my friend we'll talk later
Here it comes, bringing the good news, once again
Myself testing and scheming
For other things to rain because if you want to emerge

You have to leave the cave and have the guts to
Interpret your role without being swayed by what that one says
Get the gall out of this great tower of Babel, so
We don't end up like Cain and Abel

Listen well
Things have changed, man, tempers
Heated up, the order of factors altered the product
And the result was 360 degrees, got it?
This competition is not with you man, this shit is not for you

You haven't even put a name, no man, this is for
Our morals, for our family and for our ideal
Legal, here first things come first, keep
Making rap, business is already secondary

Listen to me, man, I know you love money, I do too, but I use
Just what is fair and necessary, I'm still in the neighborhood, calm and streetwise
Filling the bathroom jars and washing by hand, eating healthy
Training hard with my brother and improving

The hustle to be a better citizen
Hey man, don't let yourself be fooled, the cat loses its fur
But not its cunning, I know they want to tarnish me on the track
And there's more than one out there who wants to attack

Against my person but force that I don't exert
Part of my energy is spent writing verses
Making an effort to bring home lunch and
Keep dealing with this perverse world

I converse with myself in meditation
I take the time before making a decision, I risk the
Heart for what gives me satisfaction
And if I don't get on the bus it's because it's not going in the same direction

I think about this from the moment I wake up until I go to bed
And I surrender to the show even if it's on a tight budget
Remember it's the basket and write a message in text
And tell the rest that those who know about this have arrived

The ghetto fire on those who inspire respect, who measure up
And rehearse the play without a script, quiet subject
Don't move your skeleton so much so that it can analyze well
The way I deliver it

Quiet and calm, a pet and a chingala
And if they don't respect I'll hit them with my mandala, when it
Installs in the dining room of the living room I stay
There easily stuck on the papyrus until 4 or 5 in the

Morning, accompanied by the poetic deity and the fairies
I sharpen my sword in case a thrust is needed
I stand firm like my father Nicasio Habladal
The flow returns, breaks mica what the fuck motherfucker

If you don't identify with this you're crazy, A.P. splashes them
Makes them move their heads, there's no turning back
On the track when I invoke the muse
Thanks to my beautiful nature, to Mother Earth

To the root and its bark
To the universes, to the spheres
The galactic forces, ancestral planetary forces
Spiritual guides, angelic hierarchies
To inspiration

To the magic of poetry to ranking, to yoga
The gift of wisdom, to my brothers beings of light and to this beautiful day
To my ancestors, shaman, teacher, taita
Healer, to those who blessed me like an Apache warrior, to the

Santeros, to all those rappers who fought
For our cause and defended it