Todas Las Cosas Me Hablan
Todas las cosas están prisioneras en mi cabeza
Mi cabeza tiene un alto precio
Mas hoy es presa de mis promesas
La meza esta servida, la rima desatada
Y los nudos de la garganta ciegos
Como citas mudas con princesas
Y si no son mudas el niño solo alcanza a tartamudear
A mudar dudas del lóbulo, pues, siempre hay lugar
Yo tengo pena acerca tu pómulo
Hay un cumulo casi ridículo
De vínculos entre raperos mulas y grupis sin culo
De que soy tanto de santiago como de porriño y del df
Doy fe, de que defraude a mi familia por ser profe
Y no psicólogo y usar monólogos por gozos
Donde en el prologo al mismísimo dios yo estafe
Lo deje sin paraíso y me lo traje a mi croquera
Tu madre es rockera se va con cualquiera
Aveces en el rap ya me aburre ser tan bueno
Como me aburre ser, y por ser abuelo
La de negro hecho raíces, en todos los paises
En todo el mundo hay días grises y weones infelices
Por mises, por sus kisses
Y yo sigo aquí repartiendo y escuchando de mis letras
Que mierdas dices
Cevlade pendiendo del momento, puedo ser superfluo
Critico o ingenuo, ya no atenuó, ni insinuó
Soy explicito si tengo que decirte que me chupes el pico
Pues digo chupa el pico
Hice todo por hoy me rehabilito
Luego de que el litro me debilito sólito
Me cago en todos mis colegas
Por que alegan que mi rap no alegra
Aunque este muerto sus minas celebran a este cadáver tan esquisto
A mi sobrevivir, ya no me interesa
A mi las risas me saben a tristeza
A mi me da nauseas atravesar traviesas
Amigos no tengo, ni amigas pues no hay princesas
A mi sobrevivir, ya no me interesa
A mi las risas me saben a tristeza
A mi me da nauseas atravesar traviesas
Amigos no tengo, ni amigas pues no hay princesas
Beban o sobran, sus obras y pocas palabras
Siento que están de mas
Que las minas que andaban tras de mi
Sufren por que me amo mas a mi
Y solo tengo ojos pa´ espejo
Pero el espejo no los tiene pa´ mi
Hasta mis beats me piden que tenga fe
Que ignore la catástrofe que implica estar vivo
Todos quieres que decida pero como disido
Si dormido incluso sigo confundido
He defendido causas perdidas
He sido rebelde con y sin motivo
Mientras me hago de mas enemigos
Me hago de mas amigos
La doctora castillo solo me escucha hablar
Y me ha confesado que soy el caso mas brigido que ha debido tratar
Para mi todo es caótico, todas la cosas me hablan
Todas las personas callan, todas guardan
Celosamente el secreto de como se dobla la mano al destino
Atino, a ti no, si rimo emotivo solo si conduzco un deportivo
Solo yo me hago un disco en solo una noche
Solo mio es el nombre aquel que decoraba tu estuche
Solo yo escuche tanto de mi, que me confundí
Que me construí a partir de opiniones de gente que no conocí
Tengo tantos sueños que solo quiero dormir
Irme al mas allá y ver si allí ver si se pueden cumplir
Que soy un niño hombre dijo mi terapeuta
Que no tuve padres y que en cuanto a cariño en mi hay una gran deuda
Este beat me aconseja, me dice (ven)
Pero como tener fe si en todo falle
Ni allí, ni allá, halle ya lo que busque
Me resigne por que se que mi vida sera mediocre
A mi sobrevivir, ya no me interesa
A mi las risas me saben a tristeza
A mi me da nauseas atravesar traviesas
Amigos no tengo, ni amigas pues no hay princesas
A mi sobrevivir, ya no me interesa
A mi las risas me saben a tristeza
A mi me da nauseas atravesar traviesas
Amigos no tengo, ni amigas pues no hay princesas
All Things Speak to Me
All things are prisoners in my head
My head has a high price
But today it's a prisoner of my promises
The table is set, the rhyme unleashed
And the knots of the throat blind
Like silent dates with princesses
And if they're not silent, the boy can only stutter
To change doubts of the lobe, well, there's always room
I feel sorry about your cheekbone
There's an almost ridiculous heap
Of links between rapper mules and groupies without ass
That I am both from Santiago and from Porriño and from the DF
I swear, that I disappointed my family for being a teacher
And not a psychologist and using monologues for joys
Where in the prologue to God himself I cheated
I left him without paradise and brought him to my sketchbook
Your mother is a rocker, she goes with anyone
Sometimes in rap, I get bored of being so good
As I get bored of being, and for being a grandfather
The one in black rooted, in all countries
In the whole world there are gray days and unhappy idiots
For misses, for their kisses
And I keep here distributing and listening to my lyrics
What bullshit you say
Cevlade hanging on the moment, I can be superfluous
Critical or naive, I no longer attenuate, nor insinuate
I'm explicit if I have to tell you to suck my dick
So I say suck my dick
I did everything for today I rehabilitate
After the liter weakened me alone
I shit on all my colleagues
Because they claim that my rap doesn't cheer
Although he's dead, his girls celebrate this so schist cadaver
Surviving, I'm no longer interested
Laughter tastes like sadness to me
I feel nauseous crossing sleepers
I have no friends, no friends because there are no princesses
Surviving, I'm no longer interested
Laughter tastes like sadness to me
I feel nauseous crossing sleepers
I have no friends, no friends because there are no princesses
Drink or leftovers, their works and few words
I feel they are unnecessary
That the girls who were after me
Suffer because I love myself more
And I only have eyes for the mirror
But the mirror doesn't have them for me
Even my beats ask me to have faith
To ignore the catastrophe of being alive
Everyone wants me to decide but how do I decide
If even asleep I'm still confused
I have defended lost causes
I have been rebellious with and without reason
While I make more enemies
I make more friends
Doctor Castillo only listens to me talk
And has confessed that I am the most difficult case she has had to deal with
For me everything is chaotic, all things speak to me
All people are silent, all keep
Jealously the secret of how to bend destiny's hand
I guess, you don't, if I rhyme emotional only if I drive a sports car
Only I make a record in just one night
Only mine is the name that decorated your case
Only I heard so much about me, that I got confused
That I built myself from opinions of people I didn't know
I have so many dreams that I just want to sleep
Go to the beyond and see if there they can be fulfilled
That I am a child man said my therapist
That I didn't have parents and that as for affection in me there is a great debt
This beat advises me, it tells me (come)
But how to have faith if I failed in everything
Neither there, nor there, I found what I was looking for
I resigned because I know my life will be mediocre
Surviving, I'm no longer interested
Laughter tastes like sadness to me
I feel nauseous crossing sleepers
I have no friends, no friends because there are no princesses
Surviving, I'm no longer interested
Laughter tastes like sadness to me
I feel nauseous crossing sleepers
I have no friends, no friends because there are no princesses