Mi Forma De Tiraera
Mi forma de tiraera, chequea, que me los gano a mi manera,
y vela que desde otoño hasta primavera,
no encontraras otra cancion que sea mas potente y mas sincera,
es mi forma de orientarlo guiarlo,
sin boconiar que voy a masacrarlos o velarlos,
traigo la regla para despertarlos,
aver si puedo de la fantacia lebantarlos. (bis)
1997 la tiraera estaba al palo en el rap y yo estaba algarete,
no tenia la moral para estar opinando,
asi que me quede en silencio analizando,
de que algun dia les daria cual es mi opinion,
pero primero cambiaria mi condicion,
para cantar desde otro punto de vista,
no como un vico violento sino como un vico pasifista,
hice la lista, de lo que havia que cambiar,
y vi que de mi tierra me tenia que mudar,
vine a parar con mi familia a la ciudad de orlando,
y poco a poco pude ver que ya estaba cambiando,
donde el 98 habia llegado estaba preparado
y mi produccion ya la habia grabado,
sacando a mucha gente del decierto,
con una produccion que titule aquel que habia muerto,
no tenia ni un mensage sinico tampoco siquico,
y no hablaba de nadie en especifico,
estaba dando testimonio con mi fisico pero algunos cantantes
le apestaba como acrilico,
y uno de ellos que siempre me ha caido bien,
que hasta me habia recortado cerca de lloren.
de mi persona dejo grabadas difamaciones con cosas
que no tenia confirmadas, me pregunte,
que haria Cristo en este caso? se revelaria o cuidaria sus pasos?
me tomo tiempo aguantarme sin tirar bombasos,
pero aprendi que con amor hay que dar los cantazos.
mi forma de tiraera.......... (bis)
Como quien dice es el 2004,
la tiraera sigue viva y ya a estado por un largo rato,
desde que me hicieeron victima han pasado años,
y si me dejaba ajitar, cual seria en daño?
quiza empezaria hacer papel de pistolero,
cantando letras de matar aunque no sea sincero,
mi vida seria solo un misterio,
puede que fuece a un hospital o que acabara en un cementerio,
porque lo gritos de guerra lo que traen es guerra,
y si estoy guerreando que bueno le doy a mi tierra,
que diria a un hijo mio que sacara un arma,
cuando mis labios tieran tiros y no la calma,
pero la gente lo quiere porque la entretiene,
pero cuando llega el dia en que la muerte viene,
se preguntan "quien fue el que mato a mi nene"?
pero nuca supervisan el cd que tienen,
quisa dirian en directa que los condenen,
amenazarlo tirotearlo hasta por las cienes,
pero al contrario les deseo lo que nos mantiene,
el pan de vida asi que vengan para que cenen,
lo que yo siembro es lo que cosecho, eso es un hecho,
no puedo estar birao y caminar derecho,
no puedo pretender sacar a alguien por el techo,
y no pensar que es posible que me explote el pecho,
desde hace tiempo este mismo tema ya les traje,
pero hay cantantes que no entienden este mensaje,
que vengo con bandera blanca dentro de mi equipaje,
para que atiendan comprendan y pa que encajen.
mi forma de tiraera.............
Chequea la gente que te rodea,
estudia bien sus corazones para que usted vea,
que su amistad esta compuesta de malas mañas
que te saludan y despues contra ti, memete sisaña.
no meten caña en la madurez, asi es que es,
ni tampoco saben donde es que caminan sus pies,
mentes de mimen no se aproximen a discutir con la gente
que saben para que no se lastimen.
De mi mente sale luz para que se animen,
de la suya sale fango cuando la esprimen,
su sinsañeo no me oprime, no van hacer que me vuelvan a tirar
y a pelear me obliguen, mi vision es demaciado grande,
si me rebuscas veras que no hay pistola que conmigo ande,
lo que traigo es conocimiento que se expande,
por mas sisaña que usted me mande, voy pa' lante,
pa tras ni pa' cojer impulso,
tengo cafe que con mi cristocina te lo endulzo,
con mi cancion que no es de guerra si no un discurso,
para que los que se creen rambo cojan su curso, y como expulso,
al ignorante de mi casa, que con su lirica me atraza mi querida raza,
que es lo que pasa, arreguindate de esto, que esto si es melaza.
mi forma de tiraera.......
My Way of Diss
My way of dissing, check it out, I win them my way,
and see that from autumn to spring,
you won't find another song that is more powerful and sincere,
it's my way to guide them,
without boasting that I'm going to massacre or watch over them,
I bring the rule to wake them up,
to see if I can lift them from fantasy. (repeat)
In 1997, dissing was at its peak in rap and I was wild,
I didn't have the morals to be giving opinions,
so I stayed silent analyzing,
that one day I would give them my opinion,
but first I would change my condition,
to sing from a different point of view,
not as a violent guy but as a pacifist guy,
I made a list, of what needed to change,
and saw that I had to move from my land,
ended up with my family in the city of Orlando,
and little by little I could see that I was changing,
where '98 had arrived I was ready
and my production was already recorded,
taking many people out of the desert,
with a production that I titled the one who had died,
I didn't have a cynical or psychic message,
and I didn't talk about anyone in particular,
I was giving testimony with my physique but some singers
found it repulsive like acrylic,
and one of them who has always been cool with me,
who even had cut close to tears.
left defamations of me recorded with things
that I didn't have confirmed, I wondered,
what would Christ do in this case? would he reveal himself or watch his steps?
it took me time to hold back from throwing bombs,
but I learned that with love you have to give the punches.
my way of dissing.......... (repeat)
As they say, it's 2004,
the dissing is still alive and has been around for a long time,
since they made me a victim, years have passed,
and if I let myself get stirred up, what would be the harm?
maybe I would start playing the role of a gunman,
singing lyrics about killing even if I'm not sincere,
my life would only be a mystery,
maybe I would end up in a hospital or in a cemetery,
because war cries only bring war,
and if I'm at war, great, I give it to my land,
what would I say to my child to pick up a weapon,
when my lips shoot bullets and not calm,
but people like it because it entertains them,
but when the day comes when death arrives,
they ask 'who killed my child'?
but they never check the CD they have,
maybe they would say directly that they condemn them,
threaten to shoot them up to the hundreds,
but on the contrary, I wish them what keeps us,
the bread of life so come and dine,
what I sow is what I reap, that's a fact,
I can't be turned around and walk straight,
I can't pretend to take someone out through the roof,
and not think that it's possible that my chest explodes,
for a long time I brought up this same issue to them,
but there are singers who don't understand this message,
I come with a white flag in my luggage,
so they pay attention, understand, and fit in.
my way of dissing..........
Check out the people around you,
study their hearts well so you see,
that their friendship is made up of bad habits
that greet you and then talk bad about you,
they don't mess around in maturity, that's how it is,
nor do they know where they're walking,
minds like mine don't come close to arguing with people
who know so they don't get hurt.
Light comes out of my mind to encourage you,
from theirs comes mud when they squeeze it,
their bad intentions don't oppress me, they won't make me fall
and force me to fight, my vision is too big,
if you look closely you'll see there's no gun with me,
what I bring is knowledge that expands,
no matter how much you send me bad vibes, I move forward,
not back or to gain momentum,
I have coffee that I sweeten with my Christocina,
with my song that is not about war but a speech,
so that those who think they're Rambo take their course, and how I expel,
the ignorant from my house, who with their lyrics slow down my beloved race,
what's going on, get a grip on this, this is molasses.