Siempre

I don’t spit rhymes to please the crowd
I’m not chasing trendy beats, I’ll be me forever, no doubt
I’m not trying to be different, just being real
I can’t help but act like a regular rapper, that’s the deal

I barely listen to hip-hop
'Cause in my opinion, there are only a few worth the stop
I’m bored by the exaggerated moves, the fake accents
They all sound the same, and that’s where the problem begins

I know little about rap, its culture and its lore
I just follow the voice of my soul since I can remember more
And I don’t laugh with everyone, 'cause where I grew up, I learned
That those who envy you the most can be right in front of you, unturned

So if you can shut me up; go ahead, prove it
I’m not saying I know it all, but I’ll surely make some shit
I have a new story every day
'Cause it’s not just the hood that lives in me, I’m still living in a way

The concrete jungle, as some say
Where sadly you gotta step hard so you don’t get played
I carry my roots deep in my soul
Fighting against racists who divide the world into first and third, that’s the toll

It hasn’t been easy, it’s never been easy for me
I say it like it is, not to play the weak, you see
My mental agility takes me to a higher plane
Where I see I don’t need to search for better, it’s plain

'Cause titles don’t mean a thing
The real respect comes from those who stick with you through everything
Your friends, your grateful audience, I tell them
That the indigo will rhyme and rhyme while I’m still breathing, my anthem

That’s what it’s about, bro
I don’t need chains or any of that bullshit, you know
Hip-hop in Spanish, with Venezuelan slang
Fueled by what I’ve read and lived, no need to hang

There’s more envy than potholes on the highway these days
How easy it is to criticize and think you’re real in so many ways
People have talked about me so much lately that one day
I’ll have to listen to gossip to learn about my own life, hey

It’s sad but true, (yeah)
You feel the bad vibes even at your own shows, it’s true
It’s sad but true
I know foreigners who understand you more than many of your own crew

They twist everything I say
I won’t admit I’m the one who made it heard in a way
They throw so many shots in their songs
That not mentioning me just shows they’re losers all along

Only I know how much I love Venezuela
And I won’t tire of sharing how and how much, it’s my tale
My education tells me life is fleeting
And if there’s no other option, I’ll take my music and keep beating

Nationalists, stupid ones don’t see that loving your country
Is different from acting blind, it’s a pity
Easily influenced sheep, hypocrites with egos
They can’t walk beyond their fears, that’s how it goes

It’s not about religion or politics
It’s about the lack of objectivity in their critiques
It’s obvious, they’re just looking for popularity
Googling my words to contradict me, that’s their reality

That’s why they’ve never seen us as musicians
For ignorant folks like you who act like minions
They say they’re not commercial and don’t understand
That their own lives are more commercial than any merengue band

They’re commercial when they talk and walk
Commercial when they gesture, eat, and even when they squawk
They’re commercial when they act like fools
Hating me without cause is commercial, that’s how it rules

Whoa!, oh-oh! Gbec! Yeah!
I’m not writing more!

Hate, love, affection, anger, strength, smiles, respect, life
That’s who I am!, woah! That’s who I am!
Dreams, goals, experiences in my brain are alive
And I don’t want to die, not yet, I strive!

I’m not from this story, I’m not from this time
It’s too much feeling for a humble body to climb
Too much knowledge for such little time
Injustices lived that I can’t define

Hate, love, affection, anger, strength, smiles, respect, life
That’s who I am!, wow! That’s who I am!
Dreams, goals, experiences in my brain are alive
And I don’t want to die, not yet, I strive!

The Canserbero! Hey-eah!

It’s just that I won’t admit I walk barefoot through the fire
To a foolish comment, I pay no mind, I won’t tire
For my people, a hug, for the clowns, a kick in the ass
And if you’re looking for a helping hand, start with your own arm, that’s a blast

Wehy, gbec on the beat
A round of applause for yourselves, haha, take a seat
December fifth, two thousand always, that’s the feat
Maracay, Venezuela, can’t be beat
The roof, the wise school, that’s our heat
South America and all of our America, that’s our beat
From the heart for the real, that’s our street