Desafío Total

Total Challenge

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Total challenge the devil of
good soul. A brother of
evil, we lack manes... (repeat)

My train goes towards Seville-
Malaga you catch a bus and
the gang goes all out
sickening. Want love? Then
find a woman and pay
her then flatter her and you'll end up
wetting the squid or
changing the sheet. even
though it doesn't taste like anything, microphone
phenomenon, still without his
paycheck. Pig tomorrow
get the mountain range and with
a green marijuana I wrote
insane life, I love mama.
Depression for fame. if one day I suffer it. I'll make a record
from bed. No more drama
will be its title. My worst
disciple will end up
hanging from a branch. These are lyrics from a
chapter of my third
installment. I gesticulate with
my face not with my ridiculous
ass. Mc's in search of
fame. end up dead in the
bed with pressure on their
testicles. Oh glory,
oh blood,
tears, oh hunger,
oh microphones,
cramp. Pay attention
to Rafael Fernández... he's a
machine you won't deny that what
stands out the most is the way I
demonstrate how I can
articulate my jaw, and at the same time form the syllables, and thus create a good rap that
entertains the audience, here
you'll see what matters is not
to win at all costs and not
to participate, it's to anticipate, it's
to emancipate, it's a shot
to put together this pack and fuck
that pop, it's time to pay for the
damage it causes us, it's not me
winning with Tamara or receiving
awards for views so you'll
see, it's kicking your playbacks,
raising those hands who can't
hold back anymore, who don't
give so much publicity to mc's who
only sell a thousand and something
copies, because then the
truth is on the street and
word of mouth, do you get it?,
stick your desire to release shitty
heavy rap LPs up your ass,
those who are with me don't buy that when
they go to the stores, it's not
the pussy the bernarda, no,
improvising well is my thing, it's
to simulate, assimilate, almost kill
lift the sofa, you thought going on TV was free, or that you wouldn't be billed for the music video, my click clicks, click, click, I bring very good choices, for the fashion victims.

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Whether you like it or not the media influences, TV, radio, press
and I can't take it anymore, I do it for
my freedom, my ego trip, my
plan, the mainstreams, pull
back once and for all, express the way boas adopt, I shit on the roll coast, just by looking I melt
the cocoa, I shoot spikes, who
do you think took Joaquín
Sabina to the emergency room, they call me
lucbeth, like capable solves
his blue velvet, villains don't mess with anyone, that's it, that's how track nine goes, a track baby, if you mix rap with shit
at least make it work, you know,
the point is, mr. poetry returns, we're not in it for royalties, my flow breaks you, try to make a name for yourself at my expense from my squad and die, I love mixtapes, I love the game, I love myself, that's why Zatu and I on top of the fake mc's piss on them, we're cool yes and what, never trust because you see me pale, it's because I prefer to be writing than to be sunbathing, sitting in the neighborhood park, I bring the necessary kit, give you relief with the flow of my lips, and say I shit on your dead, go, I could have been a Jehovah's Witness, but I didn't open the door that day and today my rap in capital letters pisses you off. You have the typical face of the guy I hate who loves the packaging of things and has a green simon a capitol and a garden with roses. Are you worried about oil? Here in Seville you have to say white homemade not fizzy. Remember that on the street we always think of you. Your house for the thieves is usually a souvenir. You'll stop laughing, blood will come to the river, when in front of your child, the guys catch you sniffing coke at the fair. Bad vahio, in what mess he's gotten into. Your wife despairs, she won't believe the story of the condom in the glove compartment. Your wallet smells like bills and coins. The impact will be when your children pass by my sidewalk. At 120 in third gear I remember that before no one honked at you, at the wheel of your Vitara. But what happened? A guy changed your face, flat tire for carrying a fascist flag on the hood. how I eat you up. The devil
of good soul. A couple of
almost albino guys who piss
on the shore of the quema. I only have one problem at
home we complain that the
dumbest guy in Seville always
ends up on Big Brother. After all life in the mud is so
hard that I've been thinking Rafa in
that Lacoste would sponsor some
polos and tell the boyfriend to find us some bowls around. From coast to coast and from polo to polo aaiihhh!!!

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