Epílogo
Competiré hasta que, oh
Okay, ahora si
Competiré hasta que me muera, pelearé por esto hasta que me muera
Así que dispáreme, o sálvese quien pueda
Pa' ti no queda si no quiero así es que baja el tono
Me sabe a mierda todo, despertaste al lobo
Tengo pésimo carácter y un talento innato
Es la combinación perfecta pa' coñetear con letras a novatos
Desde hace rato están llegando comentarios a mi oído
Provenientes de raperos recién nacidos
Hacia mi persona, ojalá sus egos sean de goma
Pa’ que no les duela cuando se los pisotee en la lona
Como se atreven a faltarme el respeto
Si con mis veintipico podría asegurar que son mis nietos
La envidia los carcome completos
Sueñan con mi cerebro intacto, pa' repartirlo entre sus cráneos huecos
Yo escribo despertando, comiendo, tirando, durmiendo
Bebiendo, manejando, estudiando, riendo, trabajando, caminando o corriendo
Pa' que un maldito nuevo
Ose a criticar lo que él solo sueña y yo tengo
Ni siquiera saben de dónde vengo
Ojalá mi alma rapeara y les aclarara que no me vendo
Tengo varias visiones del futuro
Veo al hip-hop en la escoria, excepto por el éxito de algunos
Que tendrán el no-sé-qué que les faltara a esos nulos
Que criticarán y se meterán la lengua en el culo
¿Quiénes son los que dijeron que estoy quema'o?
No bajen la cara, no me hagan creer que están caga'os
¿Con qué base? ¿Qué argumento? ¿Qué evidencia han encontrado
De que el Diablo me ha quitado el don que me había regala'o?
Creo que ya es tiempo de explicarles
Que a veces es Tirone el que canta y otras veces Canser
Tirone busca un despertar pa’ que tu pueblo avance
Y Canser hace que los mochadores en paz descansen
¿Por qué a mi cara no hablaran lo que han hablado?
¿O es que acaso ya no es suficiente no he demostrado?
Tengo rimas que se escapan de tu compresión, pela'o
Es como si Einstein hubiese explicado su tesis a un retrasa'o
Ya no hallan qué hablar de mi
Cuando canto a la conciencia, me dicen que ya no sé competir
Y cuando los callo dicen que ya no aporto como MC
Pero si ponen en una balanza lo que he aportado
Con lo que ellos han hecho, la balanza se irá a mi lado
Porque nada aporta el que muchos toques ha organizado
Si en ellos solo ha invitado a la vergüenza del estado
Qué equivocados hoy en día están la mayoría
¿De qué sirve ser real si dices porquerías?
¿Tú crees que yo no podría rimar como el hampa, también?
Dos peines de cien, montar trampas, plomear y bien
¿Pero a quién le importa partir esa cuerda de pica tortas?
Más brutos que un bloque, sin enfoque y sin letras que aportan
Esto no se compra, el respeto se hace con hechos
Me cago en la puta madre del nuevo que se crea arrecho
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Traidores envidiosos de lo que hemos hecho
Con las garras y sin mugre, la sabía escuela desde El Techo
Además de mi gente Tres Ochenta Cande, Sombra
Y Rober, diles que si no es conmigo entonces en contra
No habrá quien rompa el respeto que me he ganado
Por eso detestan recordar que seré recordado
Como un soldado del hip-hop latinoamericano
Y pa' callarme tendrán que mirarme en sangre bañado
Bien o mal, no hacen más na' que hablar de mí
Ni mi mujer me piensa tanto así
Hermano yo nunca me apago
Escribo más que tú, que eres un vago
Como dice Zoo, uste' quieto y preocúpese 'e su rabo, Dios
No entienden nada esos muchachos
Creen que es cultura andar con el mono abajo y siempre borrachos
Se meten a MC para ver si una groupie encuentran
Y tratar así de no llegar virgen a los cuarenta
Lo que dan es vergüenza, su inferioridad es algo obvio
Y yo, alimentándome del miedo y de sus odios
Mi repertorio es un sinónimo del universo
En constante expansión, sin un final sin un comienzo
Canserbero es como Páez con sus lanceros
Criticado por lo que se ha ganado por ser guerrero
La moral no se compra con dinero
No descansaré hasta ver muerto el rap mierda de mi país entero
Yo siendo ustedes me quitara y no hiciera perder el tiempo
A los que de verdad están sacando la cara
Estos dijeron nada, ser rapero es barato y fácil
No hace falta banda, ni tener una voz muy ágil
Los beats los bajo de Internet o pago un DJ
Grabo dos temas, me tomo una foto y abro un MySpace
Pero hey, it's not a game, babe, si no pregúntale a KRS
Por qué ha ganado menos premios que Kanye West
Es porque los mejores suelen estar más jodidos
Como dice un buen amigo mío
Aquí no estamos en Estados Unidos sino en América Latina
Donde hay que rapear o los reales te explotan a rimas
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
De mí hablarán lo que quieran
Pero ninguno puede negar, que les advertí que escribieran
(It's can, it's can, Canserbero)
El Campesino, Lil Supa'
(What, los índigos)
Los que estén conmigo que se unan y suban el puño
Los que no, que sigan mamándome el güevo
¿Siguen ahí ñeros, o ya se fueron?
¿La verdad te duele no?
Esta música ya no se hace
Y los de verdad se cuentan con una sola mano
Sebas, Sombra, Blackamikase, Rober, los míos serios
No es que sean mis panas, es que son de verdad
Son los que cantan como se manda
Yo no voy a grabar contigo
Nunca voy a grabar contigo
Tienes que volver a nacer, son
Afromak, Dann Niggaz
(Venezuela)
Del Techo, del sótano, de donde te dé la gana
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Epilogue
I will compete until, oh
Okay, now yes
I will compete until I die, I will fight for this until I die
So shoot me, or save yourself
There's nothing left for you if I don't want it, so lower your tone
I don't give a shit about everything, you woke up the wolf
I have a terrible character and an innate talent
It's the perfect combination to mess with rookies with lyrics
For a while now, comments have been reaching my ears
Coming from newly born rappers
Towards me, hopefully their egos are made of rubber
So it doesn't hurt when I step on them in the ring
How dare they disrespect me
If with my twenties I could assure that they are my grandchildren
Envy consumes them completely
They dream of my intact brain, to distribute it among their empty skulls
I write waking up, eating, having sex, sleeping
Drinking, driving, studying, laughing, working, walking or running
For a damn new one
Dare to criticize what he only dreams and I have
They don't even know where I come from
Hopefully my soul would rap and clarify that I don't sell out
I have several visions of the future
I see hip-hop in the trash, except for the success of some
Who will have the something that those zeros lack
Who will criticize and stick their tongues up their asses
Who said I'm burnt out?
Don't lower your face, don't make me think you're scared
On what basis? What argument? What evidence have they found
That the Devil has taken away the gift he had given me?
I think it's time to explain
That sometimes it's Tirone who sings and other times it's Canser
Tirone seeks an awakening for your people to advance
And Canser makes the choppers rest in peace
Why don't they talk to my face what they've said?
Or is it that I haven't already proven enough?
I have rhymes that escape your understanding, dude
It's as if Einstein had explained his thesis to a retard
They can't find anything else to say about me
When I sing to consciousness, they tell me I don't know how to compete anymore
And when I shut them up, they say I don't contribute as an MC anymore
But if you put on a scale what I have contributed
With what they have done, the scale will tip in my favor
Because the one who has organized many gigs doesn't contribute anything
If he has only invited shame to them
How wrong most people are nowadays
What good is being real if you say crap?
Do you think I couldn't rhyme like the underworld, too?
Two hundred combs, set traps, shoot and well
But who cares about splitting that cake of pie crusts?
Dumber than a block, unfocused and with lyrics that don't contribute
This is not bought, respect is earned with deeds
I shit on the damn new one who thinks he's tough
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Envious traitors of what we have done
With claws and without dirt, the wise school from El Techo
In addition to my people Tres Ochenta Cande, Sombra
And Rober, tell them that if it's not with me, then it's against me
There will be no one to break the respect I have earned
That's why they detest remembering that I will be remembered
As a soldier of Latin American hip-hop
And to shut me up they will have to see me bathed in blood
Good or bad, all they do is talk about me
Not even my woman thinks about me that much
Brother, I never fade away
I write more than you, you're a lazy one
As Zoo says, you stay still and worry about your tail, God
Those boys don't understand anything
They think it's culture to walk with their pants down and always drunk
They become MCs to see if they find a groupie
And try not to reach forty as virgins
What they give is shame, their inferiority is obvious
And I, feeding on fear and their hatred
My repertoire is a synonym of the universe
In constant expansion, with no end and no beginning
Canserbero is like Páez with his lancers
Critiqued for what he has earned for being a warrior
Morality is not bought with money
I won't rest until I see the shitty rap of my whole country dead
If I were you, I would quit and not waste time
For those who are really standing up
These said nothing, being a rapper is cheap and easy
No band is needed, nor having a very agile voice
I download beats from the Internet or pay a DJ
I record two songs, take a picture and open a MySpace
But hey, it's not a game, babe, just ask KRS
Why has he won fewer awards than Kanye West?
It's because the best are usually more screwed
As a good friend of mine says
We're not in the United States here but in Latin America
Where you have to rap or the reals will explode you with rhymes
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
They will talk about me whatever they want
But none can deny that I warned them to write
(It's can, it's can, Canserbero)
El Campesino, Lil Supa'
(What, the indigos)
Those who are with me, join and raise your fist
Those who are not, keep sucking my dick
Are you still there, bros, or have you left?
Does the truth hurt, right?
This music is no longer made
And the real ones are counted on one hand
Sebas, Sombra, Blackamikase, Rober, my serious ones
It's not that they are my buddies, it's that they are real
They sing as it should be done
I'm not going to record with you
I'm never going to record with you
You have to be born again, son
Afromak, Dann Niggaz
(Venezuela)
From the roof, from the basement, from wherever you want
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name
Squeeze that ass, raise that fist, tie that tongue
I'm unstoppable, it's can, you know my name