Tácticas de Supervivencia (part. Akapellah)

I learned to take pleasure when someone talks shit
Not to fall when I was backed against the ropes
If they want to kill my essence
I put my survival tactics into practice
I learned to know what to do when hate watches me
Not to be prey in this jungle
If they want to kill my essence
I put my survival tactics into practice

I learned to laugh when a hater spreads lies
I spit rap on their plate of food
I don’t go to a shrink, I self-diagnose
And I don’t stick my nose where others leave crumbs
I clean my house of ants and parasites
In a world of trends, I make classics
I always steer clear of the toxic
With a clinical eye, I watch every cynical opinion
When things go wrong, I work harder
When things go right, I never look back
They bark behind my back, and to my face, I’m their crush
They don’t envy me, they envy my cash
If they criticize me, I write, if they provoke me, I write
That’s how I survive, I don’t pretend to be confrontational
I live dodging their shots, I look calm and breathe
With words, no man has defeated me
For the commercial rapper, I’m a bacteria
For the material world, I’m antimatter
For the episcopal priest, I’m a tragedy
This industry’s a joke, and my shit’s so serious

I learned to take pleasure when someone talks shit
Not to fall when I was backed against the ropes
If they want to kill my essence
I put my survival tactics into practice
I learned to know what to do when hate watches me
Not to be prey in this jungle
If they want to kill my essence
I put my survival tactics into practice

Ah, survival tactics
The ones I had to use in my childhood and adolescence
At a crossroads of doctrines and beliefs
I learned to trust only in my talent and my patience
I started rapping listening to G-Unit
That’s how I saved myself from bullying in high school and college
When bad words attacked my self-esteem
Hip hop gave me the reflexes of a fencing competitor
It was my best weapon in this concrete jungle
Where a large percentage, instead of food, eats shit
After years of preparation and hard training
I can rap for hours non-stop at a concert
I lost every last drop of fear and shame
When it became my only option to fill the pantry
Hate doesn’t affect me and criticism slides off me
My shell stops them like a bulletproof vest
I raised a whole movement with my crew
Without heavy machinery, just pick and shovel
I always have girls raining down on me
My competition can’t match me and my fan base backs it up
Peaceful, but if someone messes with my patience
I use my survival tactics

I learned to take pleasure when someone talks shit
Not to fall when I was backed against the ropes
If they want to kill my essence
I put my survival tactics into practice
I learned to know what to do when hate watches me
Not to be prey in this jungle
If they want to kill my essence
I put my survival tactics into practice