Al Filo

On the Edge

It's a dangerous game
that is played without boots,
the ends are not well known yet, but we aim
for the Guinness, a couple of tracks define me, I come from Seville although my rap doesn't sound
like the friends from Gines.
When you pay up, maybe I'll suck it,
when I guess it tastes like choco, maybe I'll spit on you,
when I walk, I'll watch my steps, if one day I fall silent
and fail you tell me, and I'll jump
to failure, and with Oraldine
I'll heal this mouthful,
I'll make a great song dedicated
to that great body, what a figure!
And I'll pass on you, your group
and you will fail miserably
and you'll sign a contract with the sunset insurers
and go home. Then what happens happens, the attempt fails,
but the MC keeps bothering. Styles become outdated,
God bless the bandits for still being on the edge.
Screwed by this smell of rottenness,
record banks run by bloodthirsty vampires,
bureaucratic annihilation of
assets, automatic temples,
they have those you maintain, tell them who we are,
tell them who bear the weight of rap on their backs,
tell them who behave like lead men,
give me a diploma and I'll eat it,
famous and broke
and I don't even know how.
One nail pulls out another,
you know it's true that
I look like Harry Potter,
but with more cock,
that I haven't changed since my childhood...
well a little in that
I no longer show off
my ignorance, I still don't reflect my perseverance in my tattoos nor am I used to sons of bitches like you.
I collaborate with Oscar and Zatu
bitch you thought it took being a cop to have my baton.
5 against 1 in this collection of calluses, I rehearse while the others get hooked on the horse.
I don't know, do you think it's little to say a lot?
You end up wasted like the last cartridge, that's life. Normal if you're bad,
if you're buying bags of salt to heal your wounds,
or waiting for something from the day like bread, the first thing is not to have a reputation for being a fag like Lopera.
Something light like Teflon I'm a bastard like a manager, I can be honest like Guantanamera. Listening to rap albums, man, there are so many out there, I hope for the day when Chayanne does a song with Germaine Dupree.
My message, shit splashes me, I shake it off,
do you smoke and don't invite? I won't deny you a greeting, my pocket is empty, my phone without credit, but they see me and they start to serve broth.