Masacre en Texas
La mente soñadora permite creerme locomotora
Entre trole que ven como su ritmo se evapora
Ya es hora que no jodan pondré el punto y coma
Al texto que solo rima y no mejora
Toda justificación tiene su pregunta la mía?
Por que ya no me asustas si gustas
Puedes quedarte quieto lucho por mi nieto
Esperando lo que venga pá dejarlo obsoleto
Se aglomeran allá afuera y desesperan en la fila
Y en la hilacion de ideas nada crean y se tiran
Solo miran oyen el que dirán y le da la histeria
Reclutando grupos y fomentando estúpida miseria
Que sería algo como rap profesional en Texas
Exagera tus rumores di que no serví de extra
Y si extraes un poco del rap loco que te entrego
Verás que no es ego es que me quiero tu angustia no niego
En la penumbra dentro de esta academia no se alumbra
Voy directo a la rumba no faltara quien me cubra
Venga descubra al puma que fuma y te tumba
A puro Hip Hop e la bruma hasta la tumba
Vamo a quemarlo a lo bastardo
Encargo tinto al diablo sentao al lao de Pedro Pablo
Planeo el próximo crimen pá sumar al conteo
Son al peo prueben el level duro de este coliseo
Yoooha tumbo a los titanes
Manejo los ritmos y los hilos de mis planes
Hacemos track inmortales con mis canes por rivales
La Akademia! Sin iguale no lo intenten no le sale No!
Masacre en el Texas genocidio musicales
Escupo para así en la cara de lo Raper comerciale
Van cadenas perpetua para su comentario
Nuestro rap es como ñoño lo más gordo del barrio
Detrás de las letras que van con peso y suenan
Estos trenes no frenan 4 life vo vela
Con tierra en la suela masacre en el Texas
La akademia mi escuela
Aquí a Bun aquí abunda el talento
Es el Bum del momento
Derrumba el simiento
Siniestro maestro del Bum Clap violento
De Bumbas asiento que se undan con esto
Conecto directo no pido permiso
Y no pido perdón ni cuando te improviso
En el piso deslizo con seguridad
Tengo edad compromiso y la habilidad
Yo lucho pá que lo toro maten al torero
Hay más político ladrones que perro callejero
Hay más sonrisas falsas que abrazo sincero
Hay corazones que son malos como regetoneros chilenos azqueroso
Coros se sesposan versos con ojo vidrioso
Peligroso el camino pá el que no anda silencioso
El Baticano tiene accionistas Lucifer es el más famoso
Fumar escribir rapia como circulo vicioso
Como bombo caja vida sueños logros
Metas letras detrás de vivencias calles ayer hoy y siempre
Porro humo gente vaso lleno risa pasa el tiempo
Pruebas nubes negras penas encadenan
Se exprime se exime se exive la akademia
Escribe lo que vivi firme se define cuando se
Inspire respire será mejor que se
Retiren suspiren que el nivel atropella a lo jile
Detrás de las letras que van con peso y suenan
Estos trenes no frenan 4 life vo vela
Con tierra en la suela masacre en el Texas
La akademia mi escuela
Texas Massacre
The dreaming mind allows me to believe I'm a locomotive
Among trolleys that see how their rhythm evaporates
It's time for them to stop, I'll put the semicolon
To the text that only rhymes and doesn't improve
Every justification has its question, mine?
Why don't you scare me anymore if you like
You can stay still, I fight for my grandson
Waiting for whatever comes to make it obsolete
They gather out there and despair in line
And in the string of ideas they create nothing and throw themselves
They just watch, listen to what they'll say, and hysteria takes over
Recruiting groups and promoting stupid misery
It would be something like professional rap in Texas
Exaggerate your rumors, say I wasn't an extra
And if you extract a bit of the crazy rap I deliver
You'll see it's not ego, it's that I love myself, I don't deny your anguish
In the dim light inside this academy, it doesn't shine
I go straight to the party, there will always be someone to cover me
Come discover the puma that smokes and knocks you down
With pure Hip Hop in the mist until the grave
Let's burn it like bastards
I order red wine from the devil sitting next to Pedro Pablo
I plan the next crime to add to the count
They're screwed, try the tough level of this coliseum
Yoooha I knock down the titans
I handle the rhythms and the threads of my plans
We make immortal tracks with my dogs as rivals
The Academy! Unmatched, don't try, it won't work, No!
Massacre in Texas, musical genocide
I spit in the face of commercial rappers
They get life sentences for their comments
Our rap is like a big shot in the neighborhood
Behind the lyrics that carry weight and sound
These trains don't stop 4 life, watch out
With dirt on the sole, massacre in Texas
The academy, my school
Here at Bun, talent abounds
It's the moment's boom
It knocks down the foundation
Sinister master of the violent boom clap
Of booming seats that sink with this
I connect directly, I don't ask for permission
And I don't ask for forgiveness even when I improvise
On the floor I slide with confidence
I have age, commitment, and ability
I fight for the bull to kill the bullfighter
There are more political thieves than stray dogs
There are more fake smiles than sincere hugs
There are hearts as bad as disgusting Chilean reggaeton singers
Choruses marry verses with glassy eyes
Dangerous is the path for those who don't walk silently
The Vatican has shareholders, Lucifer is the most famous
Smoking, writing rap like a vicious circle
Like bass drum, snare, life, dreams, achievements
Goals, lyrics behind experiences, streets yesterday, today, and always
Joint, smoke, people, full glass, laughter, time passes
Tests, black clouds, sorrows chain
It's squeezed, exempted, exalted, the academy
Write what I lived, firm, it's defined when
Inspired, breathe, it will be better if they
Retire, sigh, the level runs over the foolish
Behind the lyrics that carry weight and sound
These trains don't stop 4 life, watch out
With dirt on the sole, massacre in Texas
The academy, my school