Segundos Fuera

Welcome to the Santaflow-Colliseum
Get ready for a night of real heavyweights
Alright! Eneyser, Curri C, Porta, Norykko!
With Santa

2008, Madrid-Barcelona, yeah, there you are
Yeah, yeah, this is a banger, you won’t hear better shit than this and you know it
Breaking your ass, that’s how it sounds, this gets you hyped, Norykko, and your girls too, Curri
Here you have it, beat this dude, Eneyser, it sounds that fat, Norykko on the hooks
Porta, what more can you ask for, and Santaflow!

(Round One)

Let’s go
Eneyser hunting MCs on the fly
My next film will leave your album on the floor (believe it)
It’s in the oven, the scene is waiting for it eagerly
Like the king of porn, I melt the ice
No wonder you nod in comfort
I caught you crazy, you don’t want rap
You just want chaos
You talk about fucking MCs, you’re revved up
And to show off, I’m coming for you, you smell like death

With the CIA, Curri C shows up
And it seems he’s growing and deserves a spot on your CD
And I won’t stop shutting mouths, you know what?
Making them open at the same time is my fee
I have nothing to envy from the big names
Because I’m one of the greats, you know this is fire
You only know how to criticize those who stand out
And it hurts to be a wannabe in this game

No one can stop me but I can prove it in competition
If this isn’t rap, you’re just another idiot in the crowd
They used to adore me and now they criticize me
Deep down I know they’re just repressed fans who need me
I’m a titan in this scene
I’ve got hip-hop in my veins
You’re pathetic
I play with fire and it doesn’t burn me
You’ll see me turbocharged, yeah, thinking of me, MC
Porta, bringing rap just to shut people up, especially you

I’m the rainbow in your gray day
The truth you don’t dare to say
That sweet thing you love to share
The soundtrack you love to hear

(Round Two)

Open your eyes, look to the sky
The clouds part, the earth opens
You feel the heat and the flames rising
You can’t see me, but you feel me and I make you sweat
You think you’re good, but you listen to me
And I make you doubt
(Santa!) I came to shout, and incite to sin
(Santa!) To provoke, I want to make you talk
(Santa!) So I curse the false morality
I fuck the virgin in her doorway through the keyhole

If you set the scene
If you come with your ridiculous way
Your teeth will circulate, I’m going to strangle you
To burst your jugular
I’ll be deadly in my particular, articulate jaw
Rappers looking for a fight
Want to get in no matter what
Their shit stinks and makes you dizzy
My rap flow strolls, it’s usually like this (Yeah!)
If you want to see the train guy
Then come, I work well

With my ego I rise and see everyone below
I don’t just think I fly, it’s what I do
I bring the new and your neck from top to bottom
Putting my stamp on your stereo, it’s my job
I cut the path to success
I attack and impact you like an army
I stand out and leave you stuck in oblivion
If I keep rising it’ll be thanks to my style

I’m the rainbow in your gray day
The truth you don’t dare to say
That sweet thing you love to share
The soundtrack you love to hear

(Round Three)

Your ex isn’t the exception, she’s another (Bitch!)
You believe everything you see and this isn’t a joke
Let them eat us!
I’m not a notorious human
Our voice and flow are conductors like magnets
I’m big like the colossi, everyone goes
Thinking they know everything and they’re just kids, I have a plan (to)
To fuck you all (Envious!)
I hate being famous and I hate you more for being a brat

When everything was dark, I showed up with a lighter
My heresy was first, with balls publicly
I sowed rebellion!
I set a precedent
And paved the way for anyone who, like me, was different
And I make this orchestra sound, I’ll be powerful
Forceful like a punch in the teeth
The most complete, the one who abuses
Like Akuma in Street Fighter
Rap, instrumentals, production, and I bring the noise

You’ll know that the cemetery is full of brave people
My style is superior even if not, according to your criteria
Get in the ring kid, I’ll be waiting for you there
My rap is acrobatic like Rey Mysterio
Every song, every occasion serves as my exhibition
Touching the sky to give you a lesson
I leave you with no option, idiots in action
Better explain it to me when I drop the Nike Song

I’m the rainbow in your gray day
The truth you don’t dare to say
That sweet thing you love to share
The soundtrack you love to hear

(Round Four)

Yeah, a thousand MCs imitate me and pretend to be my equal
Missiles are their attempts, they always fail, and they get irritated
(Childish!)
It’s more than what you see and you don’t even know half
Of a third of what you think
You brag about being a star? Define your trail
Do you stand out among so many? Define your rank
How few leave a mark? Define your sole
Do you think you can surpass us? Let me doubt it

I’m back, playing on the Play, I don’t read anymore, I just flow
I think they’re scared of us and you’re not true to your own
Between you and me, there’s no resemblance, okay?
(Okay)
I’m just me and I don’t pretend to be what I’m not, B-boy
Come on, hit it hard
I structure, and with subtlety
I carve a space, hard as a cell
They don’t respect, but demand respect, I interpret with verses
Not very mature
In this rap game, there’s no freedom
So there’s no more
I send you to take it up the ass

Just for this moment you could come with me to hell
Because I bring the sin, also the wit to convince you
To enter my kingdom of struggle and truths that are so scary
Of days and nights and afternoons of longing, of light and shadows
Of eternal heat from the fire phoenix
I can give you the hard stuff, wet your little thing with this sound
Fill your ears but I warn you, don’t act smart
Don’t fuck with me, I stand my ground and if they’ve broken me
From my ashes I’ve risen again a bit more skilled
With more experience, I bring you the strength of the fallen angel

(K. O.)

I’m the rainbow in your gray day
The truth you don’t dare to say
That sweet thing you love to share
The soundtrack you love to hear
If you want to keep hearing my song
Find me online and not on TV
I can imagine what your expression is
While you listen to this track and jerk off lying in your room

Fire! Eneyser, technique, discipline, pure attitude
Curri C, determination on the mic from the mountains
From Barna, Porta, the success of the new generation
Norykko, it’s the voice, strength, sweetness, seduction
I, am, Santaflow, the visionary who was ahead of his time
The Phoenix 2009
I came to put Madrid on the map, damn it, once and for all
Huh? Fire, fire sons of a bitch!