Zkillz (part. Lil Supa y Rayone)
Yo no sé lo que tu esperabas, man
Pero aquí están
RayOne to the fucking Little Zu
And the wickness Can
Quienes serán los que te enseñarán a
Amar el rap de acá
Quienes aportan siempre un grano de
Arena por el hip-hop ¡Aja'y!
Va dedicated pa' ti desde Maracay
Ya players
Haters better recognise que como yo no hay
Open up your eyes pa' que veas compa'y
Que ninguno de tus temas
Superan este punch line, ¡don't try!
Agarro la misma mic and a bad
Beat so many faggots wanna beef
I know no one does it like this hit
Ahora paren la oreja cuando suene el saxo
Y estén atentos al coro con las manos en alto
Asfalto, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, familia
That's what we live, that's what we live
Zkillz de verdad en beats de hipiti-hop
That's what we are, that's what we are
Asfalto, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, familia
That's what we live, that's what we live
Zkillz de verdad en beats de hipiti-hop
That's what we are, that's what we are
Ando en guardia con rimas desde hace rato
Defendiendo a mis hermanos de
Falsos de Pacos
De tantos enemigos que tienen un
Pacto con cantos en vano
Que si fuese necesario yo no
Le daría la mano, pero
Suelto el veneno contra to' esos mamagüevos
De juguete como lego afectando mi ego
Detesto, me manifiesto honesto en este juego
Respeto el suelo, el pavimento y
Las ganas de ser sincero, pero
Tantas pinticas pareciendo señoritas
Yo prefiero un par de Jordan
Y bien grande la camisa
Actitud sumisa, taggeando esquinas y avenidas
Esto es Caracas papá y cualquiera
Te quita la vida, pero
Así seguimos firmando la del mendigo
Hasta que llega un huevoncito y
Por la cara veinticinco (Chk-Chk Paw-Paw)
Esto es lo que pasa una acción una causa
Y del velorio pa' la casa, pero
Violencia, conciencia con actitud
De competencia
Son piezas enteras del hip-hop en Venezuela
Entonces entiendan que las dos somos cultura
Entonces entiendan que las dos
Vivimos la misma mierda, pero
Yo no te apoyo, no te apoyas, tú te apoyas
Y quien se apoya en ti se apoya, a ti te roba
Todas las noches y te dan un par de cholas
Y después si te llaman porque
Tu si eres un hip-hoper
Amor al arte mis bolas no jodas
Prefiero ser musico de esquina que
Andar pagando payola son
Amor al arte mis bolas no jodas
Aquí están Ray
Canser y Supa' haciendo rap en vez de moda
Asfalto, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, familia
That's what we live is, that's what we live
Zkillz de verdad en beats de hipiti-hop
That's what we are, that's what we are
Asfalto, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, familia
That's what we live, that's what we live
Zkillz de verdad en beats de hipiti-hop
That's what we are, that's what we are
A veces pienso en ya no cantar
Más y parar de escribir
Pa' que no salga más pajuo
A buscar parecerse a mí
Diciendo ser MC flow
Represent, underground, ghetto
To' esas frases más triviales que
Tira solo el misionero
Que Canserbero se contradijo en esa rola
Que se droga, que si es falso
Que si se rascó una bola
Que ayer pase al lado de él y no dijo ni hola
Yo no soy un artista, man, yo soy una persona
Ya casi no oigo rap, casi todo es vació
Modestia aparte
Tendré que ponerme a escuchar lo mío
Que puede ser aburrido por
Quere' ayuda' a gente
Diferente de los que pa'
Pegar son ahora conscientes
Bueno, al menos han mejorado
Antes copiaban extranjeros ahora
Copian venezolanos ni hablar de los que
Luchan por hermanos africanos
Con banderas de Jamaica
Y ritmos norteAmericanos
¡Equivocado! ¡Equivocado! ¡Equivocado!
Yo si soy caraculo y no
Canto si no hay centavos
Porque ya estoy cansado de
Aconsejar a esos panas
Que no pagan por mi entrada
Lo que si por marihuana
I got the skill de verdad
Tu solo tienes ganas
Te noto con drama sobreactuando buscando fama
No voy a grabar contigo
Ni aunque pichen a tu hermana
Con sus téticas operadas y sin nada
Acosta' en la cama
Vengo de un barrio donde a veces comía
La misma pasta to' los días
Con agua bastante fría
Pero todavía hambre no he pasado
Nada me lo han regalado
Por eso soy frío como un soldado
Hay quienes nacen para llevar la batuta
Y no me creo ese cuento de
Que no existe la gente bruta
Don't even try to return, salte de esa ruta
Son antes que Supa' y Ray con
Canser tu cara la escupan
¿Cómo no nos van a tener arrechera?
Si estamos más pegaos' que
Muchas celebrities con disquera
A punta es letras de
Adeveras y sin bailadera
Peleando bandera como lo hizo Miranda
En su era ¡Uoh!
That's what we live, that's what we live
Zkillz de verdad en beats de hipiti-hop
That's what we are, that's what we are
Ray, Can, Zu
That's what we live, that's what we live
Zkillz de verdad en beats de hipiti-hop
That's what we are, that's what we are
Zkillz (feat. Lil Supa and Rayone)
I don’t know what you were expecting, man
But here we are
RayOne to the fucking Little Zu
And the wickedness can
Who’s gonna teach you to
Love the rap from here
Who’s always adding a grain of
Sand to hip-hop, yeah!
This goes out to you from Maracay
Yeah players
Haters better recognize that there’s no one like me
Open up your eyes so you can see, buddy
That none of your tracks
Can top this punch line, don’t try!
I grab the same mic and a bad
Beat, so many fools wanna beef
I know no one does it like this hit
Now listen up when the sax plays
And keep your hands up for the chorus
Asphalt, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, family
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are
Asphalt, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, family
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are
I’m on guard with rhymes for a while now
Defending my brothers from
Fakes and cops
From so many enemies who have a
Pact with empty songs
If it were necessary, I wouldn’t
Shake their hand, but
I unleash the venom against all those punks
Like toys, affecting my ego
I hate it, I manifest honestly in this game
I respect the ground, the pavement, and
The desire to be sincere, but
So many little tags looking like ladies
I’d rather have a pair of Jordans
And a big shirt
Submissive attitude, tagging corners and avenues
This is Caracas, man, and anyone
Can take your life, but
So we keep signing like the beggar
Until some loser shows up and
For no reason, twenty-five (Chk-Chk Paw-Paw)
This is what happens, one action, one cause
And from the wake to the house, but
Violence, awareness with a competitive
Attitude
Are whole pieces of hip-hop in Venezuela
So understand that both of us are culture
So understand that we both
Live the same shit, but
I don’t support you, you don’t support yourself, you support
And whoever supports you is just using you
Every night they give you a couple of kicks
And then if they call you because
You’re a real hip-hoper
Love for the art, don’t mess with me
I’d rather be a street musician than
Paying for play, it’s
Love for the art, don’t mess with me
Here are Ray
Canser and Supa’ making rap instead of trends
Asphalt, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, family
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are
Asphalt, graffiti, beatbox, hip-hop, family
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are
Sometimes I think about not singing
Anymore and stopping writing
So that no more fools
Try to be like me
Claiming to be MC flow
Represent, underground, ghetto
All those trivial phrases that
Only the missionary throws
That Canserbero contradicted himself in that track
That he’s on drugs, that he’s fake
That he scratched his balls
That yesterday I passed by him and he didn’t even say hi
I’m not an artist, man, I’m a person
I hardly hear rap, almost all is empty
Modesty aside
I’ll have to start listening to my own
Which can be boring for
Wanting to help people
Different from those who
Are now aware to get famous
Well, at least they’ve improved
Before they copied foreigners, now
They copy Venezuelans, not to mention those
Fighting for African brothers
With Jamaican flags
And North American rhythms
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
I’m a real Caracas dude and I don’t
Sing if there’s no cash
Because I’m tired of
Advising those homies
Who don’t pay for my entry
But do for weed
I got the skill for real
You just have the desire
I see you with drama overacting for fame
I’m not gonna record with you
Even if I hit on your sister
With her fake tits and nothing
Laying in bed
I come from a neighborhood where sometimes I ate
The same pasta every day
With pretty cold water
But I’ve never gone hungry
Nothing has been given to me
That’s why I’m cold like a soldier
There are those who are born to take the lead
And I don’t buy that story that
There aren’t stupid people
Don’t even try to return, get off that path
It’s before Supa’ and Ray with
Canser that your face gets spat on
How can they not be pissed at us?
If we’re more connected than
Many celebrities with labels
With lyrics of
Truth and no dancing
Fighting the flag like Miranda did
In his era, whoa!
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are
Ray, Can, Zu
That’s what we live, that’s what we live
Zkillz for real on hip-hop beats
That’s what we are, that’s what we are