Abuso de Poder (remix) (part. C-Kan, Canserbero, El B, I Nesta, Norick, Quimico, Rotwalia, Silvito y ZPU)
Oh, shit
What happened now, officer?
You throw my-
What? You gonna stop me now? Again?
What the fuck-?
Shit, nigga!
I got no motherfucker respect for you, motherfucker pigs
Nigga, fuck the police, nigga
Now I got my whole team, the Hip Hop Nation
Up this motherfucker with the fucking remix
Gabylonia, let's go!
Ya, paren de hacer maldad
Por ser la autoridad
Nos quieren controlar
Con su abuso de poder
Somos la juventud
No somos como tú
Siente la multitud (yo') del pueblo
Las calles ando pre-siembran pánico
Enjambres de sombras cubren pobres brazos
Se abren implorando justicia
Obra de cabras que asfixian, no habrá paz, no es broma
Hijos del diablo brindan con el sudor del pueblo
Golpizas fuertes, requisas fuerte te pisan
Noticias mienten, codicia mente hacen trizas
Prisa, si te localizan, en eje de herejes
No hay piedad pa' la autoridad que reprime y no protege
Sistemas, lemas, emblemas
Doctrinas falacias llenan letrinas
Da pena cochina y vacía democracia
La hipocresía nos guía cual reces
Los políticos no tienen ideologías, tienen intereses
¿Mucha policía es mucha disfunción? Seguro
Me pregunto: ¿A quién protege tu escudo?
¿Al pueblo desnudo que lucha por dejar de ser mudo?
¿Al mundo que pudo ser frente a la opresión?
Obediencia ciega en favor de las élites
Porras que golpean a los débiles
Palos a los concentrados dados por imbéciles
¿Cuántos lesionados hoy son solo datos de vuestra efemérides?
Tus bolas de goma y el agua a presión
Quien te doma es quien dirige tu cañón
Cien coches blindados por metro cuadrado
Han golpeado y maltratado mi derecho a manifestación
Aparca tu placa, defiende a tu igual
Aplaca de esa forma tan brutal al criminal
Del poder y el capital
Ataca oligarcas, puedes hacerlo
Machaca la banca y no a tu pueblo
Llegó la rampa, para que te desplaces con tu trampa
Y sigas diciendo que la culpa la tiene el hampa
Tu campo es mi pasatiempo cuando entrompo
Yo sé cuales son tus reglas, por eso mismo las rompo
Policía, yo'
Vine a decirte de parte del pueblo raperos sin peros
Seguimos enteros, vinimos de cero, guerreros sinceros
Voceros de acero, queremos que se reconozcan
Que somos un clásico en el mundo entero
Yo no quiero que solo se diga
Que usamos drogas y que somos groseros, no
Los que pertenecemos a esta cultura
No queremos que nos sigan viendo como basura
Por eso es que le metemos fuego a la escritura
Por eso salen canciones que no tienen censura, yo'
Por eso decimos fuck, por eso hacemos hip hop
No nos importa tu placa, tu metralla, ni tu Glock
Tu mente en shock, fucking police, stop
Recuerda que el tiempo pasa y nunca para en el clock
Me dicen no me apasione y que cuide lo que mencione
Que me pueden arrestar por este tipo de canciones
Como Aldo, como Tempo, como 2pac o Hasel
Porqué nuestra mejor arma es una pluma y un papel
La estiramos acapella a través del mundo entero
Porqué no existe blindaje contra el arma de un rapero
Y yo respeto al derecho ajeno como decía Benito
Y tal parece que lucir como yo luzco es un delito
Mas no somos diferentes, yo soy el AK, tú eres el Agente
Tú eres corrupto, yo soy delincuente
Yo por fumar, tú abusar de la gente
Que te paga tu salario y el arma con que le apuntas
¿Que quién es el malo? Depende a quien le preguntas
Ya, paren de hacer maldad
Por ser la autoridad
Nos quieren controlar
Con su abuso de poder
Somos la juventud
No somos como tú
Siente la multitud del pueblo
Mal no me mire ni me discrimine
Tan solo porque mi presencia
Para usted de lo malo aparenta
Cosas que son mejor no se imagine
Que su uniforme ya me dijo que usted no puede pensar
Una respuesta sé que no hallaré (no, no)
Pues no hay razón para que mis derechos ignore
No me controlará tu abuso de poder
Y mucho menos aquello que pueda componer
Siempre ready con el bastón en la mano
Repartiendo golpes a quien puede ser tu hermano (y ya)
El pueblo se cansó y por eso es que dice la canción
Sube ese puño si comprendes la intención
¿Por qué apresarlo' si él es un ciudadano normal?
Que sale a trabajar por la mañana muy formal
Sin problema judicial, nunca un caso en el penal
Por eso me siento a pensar si son gente o animal
Tú lo ves que andan derecho, con una placa en el pecho
Mataron al Checho, le quitan la vida sin derecho
Pero ya está hecho y no aparece ese valiente
Que pueda calmar el abuso contra tanta gente
Protestas al Presidente, pero no escucha
Será porque está en la ducha o las palabras son muchas
En verdad, no entiendo, ni nunca voy a entender
Para qué tanto poder y no cumplir con el deber
Abuso de poder le llamo al ser humano
Que tira la piedra y esconde la mano, ¡qué gusano!
Esto va por mi patria, mi país, por mis paisanos
Y por el dolor causado de seres que se han llevado
Aplausos forzados, son un teatro mal montado
Los uniformados tratan al pueblo como ganado
No creo en dirigentes, que en gobierno, que en estado
Ni en leyes, ni en grados
Por nuestros derechos que han pisoteado
Y quizá puedan torturarme, pero pa' sacarme
Lo que tengo en mi cabeza tienen que matarme (tratar de callarme)
Primero limpia tu cochambre que afloje el alambre
Y atiende al pueblo que tiene hambre (¡mentiroso!)
Tan vergonzoso como el noticiero
¿Qué esas super casas
Y esas cuentas que en el extranjero? (¿De dónde salieron?)
Si no del sudor del pueblo entero
¿Me vas a decir que Michael Jackson te dejó un dinero?
¡Na! Yo soy rapero sincero y de ti no espero ni un fucking llavero
Tienen nervioso al planeta entero
Si no hacemos algo para siempre seguimos en cero
Con más desespero y sin paraguas bajo el aguacero
Ya, paren de hacer maldad
Por ser la autoridad
Nos quieren controlar
Con su abuso de poder
Somos la juventud
No somos como tú
Siente la multitud del pueblo
Pues pírate Paco Pajuo y ponte pilas
Porque pronto probarás palabras para prenderte por puerco
Piromaníacos párrafos, plasmando plomo en papel
Para parrandearte planes ponerte a pedir perdón
Pon pistola en protección al pueblo
Y no para expandir la plaga en complot con el hampa
Soy el juego de los civiles que abusan
De criminales, a todos acusan
Me piden pisarte y no me niego
Resulta que tú no conversas siempre insultas
Inseguro en las calles y tu cara está oculta
Tu espada es la que vemos cuando el cañón apunta
En la cien del ciudadano que tomaba la ruta
De regreso a su casa, pero no llego nunca
Se resistió al robo y le cobraron la multa
Y tu inútil en la patrulla
Mira que es por tu culpa
Que a tu pobre madre la llamen pu-
Reed fire, Babylon Daia
Que ando rojo con la yerba sagrada
No me crucen la raya, que les doy hasta falla
Suena la trompeta y como en Jericó se cae la muralla (¡así es!)
Y no me apuntes con tu arma (con tu arma)
Como si fuera un delincuente (delincuente)
Que ando busco la justicia (justicia)
Que ha olvidado el gabinete (el gabinete)
¿De dónde nace todo el odio (todo el odio)
Para oprimir así a mi gente (a mi gente)?
Si un ejército estuviera detrás de mí (así es)
Todo sería diferente
¿Cómo le digo que no si sí?
Yo lo vi, lo oí, yo estuve allí
¿Crees que soy pendejo?
No soy ni diablo, ni viejo
Soy el reflejo tuyo
No me fui, ni huyo, fluyo
Pueden golpearme y dispararme, no lo niego
Pero no estoy ciego ni sordo
La realidad abordo
Con lo justo me conformo, pero no deformo
Los hechos a mi antojo
Ni me rajo, ni tengo cerrojos
A mí que me registren, hermano, no estoy triste
Si no que yo ya dije lo que tú no te atreviste
¿Viste que después de todo no eres tan valiente?
Si te silenciaste por un fresco y un perro caliente
Yo canto para la gente y por la gente, no por dirigentes
Que hoy te ayudan y mañana por el center-field
O se escapan como el alfil en diagonal
Y el más pobre sigue igual de pobre a la final
Ya, paren de hacer maldad
Por ser la autoridad
Nos quieren controlar
Con su abuso de poder
Somos la juventud
No somos como tú
Siente la multitud del pueblo
Ya, paren de hacer maldad
Por ser la autoridad
Nos quieren controlar
Con su abuso de poder
Somos la juventud
No somos como tú
Siente la multitud del pueblo
Abuse of Power (remix) (feat. C-Kan, Canserbero, El B, I Nesta, Norick, Quimico, Rotwalia, Silvito and ZPU)
Oh, shit
What happened now, officer?
You throw my
What? You gonna stop me now? Again?
What the fuck-?
Shit, nigga!
I got no motherfucker respect for you, motherfucker pigs
Nigga, fuck the police, nigga
Now I got my whole team, the Hip Hop Nation
Up this motherfucker with the fucking remix
Gabylonia, let's go!
Okay, stop doing evil
For being the authority
They want to control us
With his abuse of power
We are the youth
We are not like you
Feel the crowd (I') of the people
The streets are pre-sowing panic
Swarms of shadows cover poor arms
They open up begging for justice
Work of suffocating goats, there will be no peace, it's no joke
Children of the devil toast with the sweat of the people
Strong beatings, strong searches, they step on you
News lies, greed shatters mind
Hurry, if they find you, in the axis of heretics
There is no mercy for the authority that represses and does not protect
Systems, mottos, emblems
Fallacious doctrines fill latrines
It's a shame, this filthy and empty democracy
Hypocrisy guides us like a prayer
Politicians do not have ideologies, they have interests
Too much police means too much dysfunction? Sure
I wonder: Who does your shield protect?
To the naked people who struggle to stop being mute?
To the world that could have been in the face of oppression?
Blind obedience to the elites
Clubs that hit the weak
Beatings to the concentrates given by idiots
How many injured people today are just data from your anniversaries?
Your rubber balls and pressurized water
He who tames you is he who directs your cannon
One hundred armored cars per square meter
They have beaten and mistreated my right to demonstrate
Park your badge, defend your equal
He so brutally appeases the criminal
Of power and capital
Attack oligarchs, you can do it
Crush the banks and not your people
The ramp has arrived, so you can move with your trap
And you keep saying that the crime is to blame
Your field is my pastime when I get stuck
I know what your rules are, that's why I break them
Police, I'm
I came to tell you on behalf of the people, rappers without buts
We remain whole, we came from zero, sincere warriors
Steel spokesmen, we want you to be recognized
That we are a classic throughout the world
I don't want it to just be said
That we use drugs and that we are rude, no
Those of us who belong to this culture
We don't want to be seen as garbage anymore
That's why we set fire to writing
That's why songs come out that are not censored, I'
That's why we say fuck, that's why we do hip hop
We don't care about your badge, your shrapnel, or your Glock
Your mind in shock, fucking police, stop
Remember that time passes and never stops on the clock
They tell me not to be passionate and to be careful about what I mention
I can be arrested for this kind of songs
Like Aldo, like Tempo, like 2pac or Hasel
Why our best weapon is a pen and paper
We stretched it acapella throughout the whole world
Why there is no armor against a rapper's gun
And I respect the rights of others as Benito said
And it seems that looking like I look is a crime
But we are not different, I am the AK, you are the Agent
You are corrupt, I am a criminal
Me for smoking, you for abusing people
Who pays you your salary and the gun you point at him
Who's the bad guy? It depends on who you ask
Yeah, stop doing evil
For being the authority
They want to control us
With his abuse of power
We are the youth
We are not like you
Feel the crowd of the town
Don't look at me badly or discriminate against me
Just because my presence
For you it seems bad
Things that are better not imagined
Your uniform already told me that you can't think
I know I won't find an answer (no, no)
Well, there is no reason for my rights to be ignored
Your abuse of power will not control me
And much less that which can compose
Always ready with the cane in hand
Throwing punches at someone who could be your brother (and that's it)
The people got tired and that's why the song says
Raise that fist if you understand the intention
Why arrest him if he is an ordinary citizen?
Who goes to work in the morning very formally
Without a legal problem, never a case in prison
That's why I sit and think about whether they are people or animals
You see them walking straight, with a plate on their chest
They killed Checho, they took his life without right
But it's already done and that brave man doesn't appear
May it calm the abuse against so many people
You protest to the President, but he doesn't listen
It might be because he's in the shower or there are too many words
I really don't understand, and I'll never understand
Why so much power and not fulfilling one's duty?
I call it abuse of power to the human being
He throws the stone and hides his hand, what a worm!
This is for my country, my country, for my countrymen
And for the pain caused by beings who have been taken away
Forced applause is a badly staged play
The uniformed men treat the people like cattle
I don't believe in leaders, in government, in state
Neither in laws nor in degrees
For our rights that have been trampled
And maybe they can torture me, but to get me out
What's in my head, they have to kill me (try to shut me up)
First clean your dirt to loosen the wire
And he takes care of the hungry people (liar!)
As embarrassing as the news
What are those super houses?
And those accounts abroad? (Where did they come from?)
If not from the sweat of the entire people
Are you going to tell me that Michael Jackson left you some money?
Nah! I'm a sincere rapper and I don't expect even a fucking keychain from you
They have the entire planet nervous
If we don't do something forever we remain at zero
With more desperation and without an umbrella under the downpour
Yeah, stop doing evil
For being the authority
They want to control us
With his abuse of power
We are the youth
We are not like you
Feel the crowd of the town
Well, go away Paco Pajuo and get your act together
Because soon you will try words to catch you for being a pig
Pyromaniac paragraphs, shaping lead on paper
To party, make plans, start asking for forgiveness
Put a gun to protect the people
And not to spread the plague in collusion with the underworld
I am the game of the civilians who abuse
They accuse everyone of being criminals
They ask me to step on you and I don't refuse
It turns out that you don't talk, you always insult
Unsafe on the streets and your face is hidden
Your sword is the one we see when the cannon points
At the hundred of the citizen who took the route
Back home, but never arrived
He resisted the robbery and was charged the fine
And you are useless in the patrol
Look, it's your fault
That your poor mother is called a pu
Reed fire, Babylon Daia
I'm red with the sacred herb
Don't cross my line, I'll give you until you miss
The trumpet sounds and like Jericho, the wall falls (that's right!)
And don't point your gun at me (with your gun)
As if he were a criminal (delinquent)
I'm looking for justice (justice)
What the cabinet has forgotten (the cabinet)
Where does all the hate come from (all the hate)
To oppress my people like this (my people)?
If an army were behind me (that's right)
Everything would be different
How do I say no if yes?
I saw it, I heard it, I was there
Do you think I'm stupid?
I am neither devil nor old
I am your reflection
I did not leave, nor do I flee, I flow
They can hit me and shoot me, I don't deny it
But I am neither blind nor deaf
Reality on board
I am satisfied with what is fair, but I do not deform
The facts as I please
I neither back down nor have locks
Search me, brother, I'm not sad
But I already said what you didn't dare to say
Did you see that you are not so brave after all?
If you were silenced by a cold drink and a hot dog
I sing for the people and by the people, not for leaders
That today they help you and tomorrow they will be in center field
Or they escape like the bishop on the diagonal
And the poorest remains just as poor in the end
Yeah, stop doing evil
For being the authority
They want to control us
With his abuse of power
We are the youth
We are not like you
Feel the crowd of the town
Okay, stop doing evil
For being the authority
They want to control us
With his abuse of power
We are the youth
We are not like you
Feel the crowd of the town