La Rebelión de Las Máquinas

You’re gonna eat my shit, shut your damn mouths, you whore
Here come the MCs, hustlers, quenching your thirst with piss
Me and my crew came to conquer your asses
Girls prefer MCs, I’m a poet, I don’t dress to impress
I live in Zaragoza, things are different here

No way, we’re not just another face in the crowd
I’m talking more passion and less fashion, champ, champ

This is how I do it, I don’t leave my mind blank
Not even when I’m taking a dump, babe, don’t deny it
Your fear will be an obstacle for me to devour you
Everything you shit out from your ass

Ass, don’t hide it, shit is shit
With or without blue eyes, don’t demand from this
Rap’s coprophage, talking about success, I’m Kase-O
Since I started smashing mics, there’s been no style
Resilient all over the district, it was written

It’s written, my favorite crew speaking plainly
Eat our little shits, coquitos

Biomechanical chips, superior, wielding sharp scalpels
With laser beams in containers, they store android phrases
They control asteroids with their joystick remotes
Collecting thyroids, integrated circuits
They break free from digital plates

Super gifted genitals are like the latest mini blenders
With even sharper blades, they hit your jaw
And come out through your armpit
They don’t ravage the room, they rather salt it
Building meat palaces, balls with spikes, they influence you
Make good rap, don’t let them scam you, do it right

The songs they sing to you aren’t worth their ideals, clarify
For their snail-like walks, we’re McLaren

I’m gonna initiate you in the Sabbath parties, automatic throats
Spitting pentagrams, anti-domestic crews
They leave you tetraplegic, the lyrics, desert streets
Energetic unions of MCs

Only if, if and only if, I keep my word
If and only if you accept this role, we hid the Sun
They just want to hear this apostle again
They know I’m the big guy on the mic because I overflow
Explaining it to the blind and the deaf

That we’re big like a trailer or a diamond
Any mansion for rent

This machine was designed for this, I had no master
I just took my place, you’re witnesses

I spit rap with the worst look, with this face of few
Friends, I recognize the snitch like the rookie, this dog
Doesn’t lose its scent, I have respect and history
That’s how it is, co

Like a pyramid from Cairo, they watch me like
Such a relic from drought times and this cold blood
I put my feet on the street, making a scene
Like the baddest, then catch them

Feel me, hear me, touch me, face me, it’s been a while
Since I started to rebel, my fury multiplies by ten
At every moment, my programming goes from numbers
To being red blood cells loaded with hate

I’ll handle every situation in combat like no one
I’m made of organic matter whose formula is atomic
My molecules can reproduce
On their own, so go ahead, try to destroy me
A hundred thousand Juan Peraltas will come to fuck you
I’ll rebel with my army, your future is black as an abyss

It was written, traced in destiny, drawn in the sky
My phrases are poison, I stab you with my accent
In the center of your chest to take out your heart
And eat it while it beats to the rhythm of this beat
The rebellion of the machines, heads loaded with rhymes
Above you, you and your damn crew

We gather crews from all portals through
Postcards with chips, they’re now our apostles
Raised among cables, surrounded by samplers, MCs will have to
Ally with Pharmaton Complex, spray themselves with Reflex
Hide in the speakers, look for some trees
And hang themselves with some cables, we’re guilty of kids
Killing parents, we also made trucks of acid spill
Brothers of evil

They think they’re Christopher Walken with a simple handshake
Clouding your luck. You’ll have to hide because we’re
Gonna break you, cut you, brutal zone and rap just to calm you
Did you come to attack us with your pirates?
I made mechanical tentacles like Otto Octavius
We’re six, we come to mistreat you

We’re cola machines, throwing cans at your stomach
For your own good, better not get caught in our sections
I’d also say the mic weighs 1000 grams and that the seas
We plow like sultans. We bite your temples
Who? The machines that say raise the Siemens
Yeah man, some leave thinking they escape, but forget
That they smoke and the tobacco machines will slowly
Eliminate them, Ironmen are no match against digging machines
Human thoughts on the Hammond
Talking about money is talking about speaking in

Fuck with a wizard is not knowing who to fuck
Something’s happening, we’re dominating the human world
Obsolete but I’m a machine from the future
Arthritis from lack of calcium in bones, three in one
Injecting me with a chufletazo, I’m going to waste
Chassis intact, apparently just a facade

The inside rots already yesterday
I’m burnt out, I admit it, it must be
The wear from raising both elbows
I don’t know, I know, I know that the great wizard in bars is the king
One of my badges is
Distillers, you’re finishing me off while
Everything’s so good, how can I deny you my snout

There I put it, wherever there’s a tube, I take it
Man with a big back, insomnia in front of a sheet, just me
That’s rap, no more hate, Nobel Prize for the client
Fixed for smoking all the cartons
Even the machines of the same are polite and talk to me
Their tobacco, thanks, you’re welcome, a pleasure