Mierda

Oh, immortal Poseidon, of the furious trident
I entrust myself to you in this difficult undertaking
Help this sailboat reach a safe harbor
Allow me to carry out the designs of Aphrodite, born of the waves
Oh, Calliope, august among the muses
Make the garden bloom, bring the rhyme (bring the rhyme)

I've come to make the girls fall in love again
To put the angry boys against the wall
I'm standing in front of a microphone that weighs almost a kilo
Well, I've been bringing the style for seven years now

I represent, I am a pastor of the hip hop God
Neither rock nor pop, posh, definitely rap only
Blonde tobacco and liquor bottles
It is a condition without equanon
Pos' a check one

Running the worst-smelling shit in Spain
My tribe takes bottles and accompanies me
I went to the cities, I slept like a bum
And now I'm sitting at a table, planning to conquer the world

With my models I had control
The boys my age looked at me like an apostle
I put my signatures in the Jesús neighborhood
From the school gate to the bus stop

And the best MCs have always been in the La Jota neighborhood
And the best heavy metal bands, I have friends
Nobody touches Ibarra, neither fascists nor rappers
Rapists are huge
Open your eyes to see, you must know
That without seeking battle in each rhyme I leave a corpse

Look at my metrics, they look like they were imported from Sarajevo
Rumba, shoot, drums and snares and everyone on the floor
Let no one dance to my music
If it's not by kicking a son of a bitch
Nazi, racist, you're a jerk, I'm Jewish and proud

Gays and lesbians, we are no longer mute
And it was about time, if some fascist, stubborn person gets angry, let him go to hell
And leave us to fuck in peace
You want a fight? Say it, don't you consider me a man, brat?

I have the best style, my flow wreaks havoc on your turkey
Well, I catch monosyllables and here I nail them down
I have this shit of scary styles
Each new flow surpasses the one said two seconds before
Life steals pages from me
You can't imagine how many tears are in this notebook
Since the devil threw me out of hell

I'm a waterfall in rap, number one in the badass style
Masterclasses
Today I dream of villas and bikinis, Lamborginis, cabriolets
Well, the mission now is to amass a fortune
Living off the pen and selling records even on the moon

I seek respect before money
And I'm not the one who sells out
If my rap is awesome, I think
Throughout the year it is group of the month
You see? There's no one like me
There are no three like us

Shit (rap only) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow)

My name goes from mouth to mouth
And my body goes from bar to bar in search of a crazy woman
Who to talk to
Would you like to have a drink?
Don't tell me, your friends only talk about clothes
Do you like rap? I promise you the most beautiful thing
Go to a hotel if you want, uncork a bottle and drink champagne

If you'd rather go stargazing, I know a place, what do you say?
(I think your friends are leaving)
Fuck it, posh girls don't want drunks anymore
I have more money than your father the military, you son of a bitch

Metaphysical rap like an orgasm
And in bed I can do a botched job for you, but no more
I have already committed all kinds of crimes
Today I look for hymens in my mouth melted like M&M's
Now that I have cried for love, I know my place
Golden bachelor, owner of funk
Poor rich boy

I can love better than Romeo
But a muse to the museum is no longer an object of desire
I don't know if you understand me, damn it, don't fall in love
Boys and girls, grab this because you'll remember it
That it is best to go from flower to flower, because it does not cause pain
And he who does not keep love, then does not keep resentment against himself

In front of the cliff I was about to jump
And an angel came from the clouds
He told me: It's time to go out with actresses and models
From skirt-chasing to whiskey on the rocks
Your brain is going to dry up through your dick
After so much jerking off thinking about her, stop it already

And I left home in search of exciting adventures
The horoscopes promised exciting changes
Parties, music, rap, groupies and fans without pride
That's why I don't include you in my plans

You must know what my secret formula is
I take care of my grammar more than my etiquette
Handsome, they were never better and thank goodness that
(Are you Kase-O from Violadores?)

Yeah, how are you? The mic is in my fireproof hand
You won't find a turkey as sophisticated and as approachable
On the microphone I can even reach styles of Frank Sinatra
I am the imperator, do you want to be you, Cleopatra?

I like them big and so does she
Tell me, you for one and you can be my friend
I'm excited by success, and you want my syrup?
Libar Javier Ibarra came to knock you down

I'm looking for kisses, mint bubblegum flavor
Pretty faces, funk, 70s, rumba, DJs
Fridays or Saturdays at Morrisey [Morrisey was a concert hall in Zaragoza, which closed in]
There's no one left in the DJ booth
In one hand I have the Sun and in the other the Moon
The city is mine now, but at this hour I can't give a damn
With my heart in the works and my dick below zero
I come home and the fucking 32 doesn't pass

Shit (rap only) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap alone) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap alone) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap alone) (rap, rap, rap, rap)
(Rap and flow)

I'm fed up with MCs who say they don't want to be the best
Dirty asses, you make me sweat
I do this shit, well, I never knew how to do anything better
I wanted to be a cobra tamer, but at times they are maneuvers
With you, you fucking envious people, run, go and tell them
I have the money and the fame and I'm not happy, why?

Well, I've been looking for phenomena for a while now
And I have no shortage of reasons, not to miss
The era of MC Mr. Twist, Pressure
DJ Potas, Hardcore Street, Ricardo, Vlazquez
Liriko, Brutal, How Gangsta Squad (well)
Zaragoza breathed peace

Now the aroma smells like a sick person in a coma
Well, the woodworm with the old school takes it
Damn and they take it as a joke
And that's why Sado put the bruise on your fucking face, Txema

Leaving in time would have been helpful
The opening in your ass would have been more useful
Don't let anyone confuse you, it's nothing personal
I only punish with my whip a rap done so badly

Tired of sailing between two waters, today I defecate
Anyway, I don't want to talk too much
But if you have failed, don't blame hip hop
Well, you've always made pop and mixing is camouflage for lazy people

There's no point in crying
And he who is bad, proposes to improve
But not like Paco and Verbal, who is worse?
And Zaragoza is on the ground, because of Toyacos and grandparents
Hip hop gave me an ultimatum, because of such a stain on my resume
In chinfin album, luckily I caught your ergosum

I exist, I am human and as such, I make mistakes
But from there to being a sellout, there are miles, gentlemen
Don't fuck with me, I've been rapping for a long time
Because I reap storms without having sown winds

Tell me, who are you to judge me? (MC, get away from here)
It seems like it was yesterday when I prophesied the apocalypse
MC'c doing striptease in front of me, without pretending
I speak among others of the one who manages
To be called by me as a son of a bitch

In Spain there is no secret, to be specific, I am talking about Metro
B-boy Real is like you, they don't deserve respect
Because you're fake, son of a bitch
What the fuck did I do to you, clown? (Oh)
Am I to blame for your failure?

Look, I don't like your rap, I think it's scum
But I haven't been destroying your career
What I think is that you are bad by nature
When I say this, MCs nod their heads
I don't care, this is personal, I wouldn't be Real

If I shit on your fucking mother and then asked you: How are you?
As you usually do, but well, you know that
I'll send real B-Boys like you to Niagara Falls
And no long faces at all, man
Never ask about us again
I don't give a damn if you miss the rice
That's why it's always the same style and always the same voice

So, dedicate yourself to porn
Make a fool of yourself there, in rap now, please don't
Idiot, we deny you greetings
And in the end you always end up licking our asses

As you see (co), there is no kinship with your fresh style
Being a border, you won't be the one who gives the most color in this
You make me irritated and speak badly
Holy shit, how can you be so retarded?
I knock you all down like dominoes

My flow is very famous, that's why Kase O rhymed
Who's stopping me? Nuclear warheads? Subways?
Fuck it, not even in your dreams
To you B-Boys, I recommend distrust
I don't leave behind anyone who doesn't deserve revenge
But the hip hop hypocrite is exposed
I'm a fuck-ass Ibarra, my neighborhood La Jota, the shit

Well, they were Verse Violators
Ibarra fucks asses, he was on the microphone
R for Rumba, making the rhythms, the scratchings

And you, Metro, should live your envy in secret
And stop talking about peace and dignity and shit
Since you are blowing up every corner you go to
Look, I don't like having to do this
But I think all MCs think the same in Spain
Look, five, four, three, two, one
Fuck off!