Yo No
Quieren versos entonados
Yo vengo a tirarles mis barras
Quieren que haga bailes raros
Yo solo tengo palabras
Quieren que viva encerrado
Estoy volando todo el Atlas
Me da más miedo ese perro callado que el otro que ladra
Mancho mis manos, vivo el momento
Brillo aunque tenga tormentas por dentro
Al otro lado de aquello que temo
Están los tesoros que encuentro
Mi lírica fue mi psiquiatra
El beat fue mi personal trainer
La vida es como un Call of Duty
Yo soy un gamer enfermo
Si cantan, eso no se llama r-a-p
Reggateo en el tempo, Kylian Mbappé
Ven que me elevé de la acera hacia la estratosfera
Y de allí ya nunca me bajé
Mi fe es como un trabajo fijo
Las frases me eligen, yo no las elijo
En cada oración acertijos
Al cosmos no a un crucifijo
Que soy la voz de Prometeo
La versión urbana de Benjamin Button
Mi estilo es un bombardeo
Rapeo y el micro temblando to el rato
Andan sin rumbo, perdidos
Solo son turistas de fama inmediata
En un mundo corporativo
No eres un artistas, solo eres big data
Venden su fachada (yo no)
Su vida privada (yo no)
Nunca dicen nada
Se bajan las bragas por ser la portada (yo no)
No duran, se apagan (yo no)
Cada temporada (yo no)
Por fama darán puñaladas
Van a mentirte en la cara (yo no)
Venden su fachada (yo no)
Su vida privada (yo no)
Nunca dicen nada
Se bajan las bragas por ser la portada (yo no)
No duran, se apagan (yo no)
Cada temporada (yo no)
Por fama darán puñaladas
Van a mentirte en la cara (yo no)
Quieren que lleve cadenas
Yo encadeno calma y desfase
Que hable de sexo y de faldas
Yo solo fardo con clase
Quieren que me suba a un Lambo
Solo derrapo en compases
Quieren que esnife esa mierda
Mis rayas están para tachar tus frases
De lo que hago no hay copia ni símil
Cuando no trabajo estoy dreaming
No tengo trucos de mente y edad
Y la paz me acompaña sin llamarme Vinny
Esta carrera no para, yo soy Mo Farah
No hay foto, finish
Su voz de Soprano y su cara de mafia
Creen que son James Gandolfini
Yo tengo talento, contactos y brothers
Más combustible que Cepsa
Dicen que son Latin Lover
Solo hacen trios con Siri y Alexa
Letras que ligo, piezas de Lego
Despierto al monstruo del lago
Meto triples desde el logo de Cadiz a Lugo
Saben que lo hago
Es más por amor que por guita
Las gradas levitan, mi familia come
Mi muerte la evita cada letra escrita
Que viaja entre generaciones
Más que admiradores, yo tengo milicias
Más ambición que codicia
Le digo a quien viene de champion
Que mi única liga es la de la justicia
Esto es mucho más que música
No hay aquí letras estúpidas
Del hip hop
Nos queda la tercera letra junto a las dos últimas
Soy demasiado profundo
Para ese que ya nunca quiere pensar
Soy demasiado aburrido
Para ese que habla y no sabe escuchar
Venden su fachada (yo no)
Su vida privada (yo no)
Nunca dicen nada
Se bajan las bragas por ser la portada (yo no)
No duran, se apagan (yo no)
Cada temporada (yo no)
Por fama darán puñaladas
Van a mentirte en la cara (yo no)
Venden su fachada (yo no)
Su vida privada (yo no)
Nunca dicen nada
Se bajan las bragas por ser la portada (yo no)
No duran, se apagan (yo no)
Cada temporada (yo no)
Por fama darán puñaladas
Van a mentirte en la cara (yo no)
Yo no
Yo no
Yo no
Yo no
I Don't
They want tuned verses
I come to throw them my bars
They want me to do weird dances
I only have words
They want me to live locked up
I'm flying all over the Atlas
I'm more afraid of that quiet dog than the one that barks
I stain my hands, live the moment
I shine even though I have storms inside
On the other side of what I fear
Are the treasures I find
My lyrics were my psychiatrist
The beat was my personal trainer
Life is like a Call of Duty
I'm a sick gamer
If they sing, that's not called r-a-p
I reggaeton in the tempo, Kylian Mbappé
See that I rose from the sidewalk to the stratosphere
And from there I never came down
My faith is like a steady job
The phrases choose me, I don't choose them
In every sentence riddles
To the cosmos not to a crucifix
That I am the voice of Prometheus
The urban version of Benjamin Button
My style is a bombardment
I rap and the mic trembles all the time
They walk aimlessly, lost
They are just tourists of immediate fame
In a corporate world
You're not an artist, you're just big data
They sell their facade (I don't)
Their private life (I don't)
They never say anything
They drop their pants to be on the cover (I don't)
They don't last, they fade away (I don't)
Every season (I don't)
For fame they will stab
They will lie to your face (I don't)
They sell their facade (I don't)
Their private life (I don't)
They never say anything
They drop their pants to be on the cover (I don't)
They don't last, they fade away (I don't)
Every season (I don't)
For fame they will stab
They will lie to your face (I don't)
They want me to wear chains
I chain calm and frenzy
They want me to talk about sex and skirts
I just boast with class
They want me to get on a Lambo
I just skid in beats
They want me to sniff that shit
My lines are there to cross out your phrases
There's no copy or simile of what I do
When I'm not working I'm dreaming
I have no mind and age tricks
And peace accompanies me without calling me Vinny
This race doesn't stop, I'm Mo Farah
There's no photo, finish
His Soprano voice and mafia face
They think they're James Gandolfini
I have talent, contacts, and brothers
More fuel than Cepsa
They say they're Latin Lover
They only have threesomes with Siri and Alexa
Lyrics I link, Lego pieces
I wake up the monster of the lake
I shoot triples from the Cadiz to Lugo logo
They know I do it
It's more for love than for money
The stands levitate, my family eats
My death avoids every written letter
That travels through generations
More than admirers, I have militias
More ambition than greed
I tell the champion who comes
That my only league is that of justice
This is much more than music
There are no stupid lyrics here
Of hip hop
We have the third letter along with the last two
I'm too deep
For that one who never wants to think again
I'm too boring
For that one who talks and doesn't know how to listen
They sell their facade (I don't)
Their private life (I don't)
They never say anything
They drop their pants to be on the cover (I don't)
They don't last, they fade away (I don't)
Every season (I don't)
For fame they will stab
They will lie to your face (I don't)
They sell their facade (I don't)
Their private life (I don't)
They never say anything
They drop their pants to be on the cover (I don't)
They don't last, they fade away (I don't)
Every season (I don't)
For fame they will stab
They will lie to your face (I don't)
I don't
I don't
I don't
I don't