Promocional, Pt. 1 / God Level - KAISER

Put your hands up!

Sean bienvenidos a esta fiesta

Hip-Hop protesta bailando brake o rapeando letras

freestyle, wildstyle dj con la orquesta

si no estan las ramas juntas el arbol se seca

Es rap chileno es del planeta

y para cualquier yeta

ya sea la boca broca si es que no respeta

metan-fetamina en rima la masa despierta

no quiero que salten mas me gusta cuando piensan

god level, hip-hop, never stop

quieren competición contra Dios pero no pueden

el mismo en la calle y el escenario

con la mente en el cielo pero los pies en el barrio…

Fuerte se sienten los gritos del continente

canciones son las voces de dioses omnipotentes

en cada rincón los latinos digan presente

hasta que todo el mundo escuche el hip-hop hecho por mi gente

somos ejemplos de lucha y de ética

con las uñas creamos piezas únicas sin réplicas

miles de adeptos en toda la esferica

tienen oídos puestos en el rap de Sudamérica

de nuestros barrios nacen joyas para hacer historia

desde baja California hasta la Patagonia

pa' todos los guettos en los pueblos del sur

(soy…)

Corazón, respeto, convicción y actitud.

Lo llamo perfeccionismo

Tú lo llamas T.O.C.K

convengamos que hay God Level pero no existe Dios

ladridos y tos, enough

con tu mic en off

enconde tu voz, con frio con dos Eristoff

Sin tanto sinte, sin Tec-nica naciste

estupendo no es tu pendrive solo hay MPtristes

Eres malo hoy, eras malo ayer

seras malo mañana

no la hiciste tú la hizo tu manager…

Ahora todos quieren juzgarme

estan locos por encasillarme

claman al cielo por no saber donde encajarme

pero sabes que, no voy a drogarme

porque hacerme daño a mi es hacer daño a mis padres

no es mi culpa si te escudas en tu argot

o si buscas en tu ego loque el amor te robó

yo solo soy una estrella que hace tiempo explotó

disfruta de esta luz que es limitada mi bro

Y todo lo que quiero esta a la palma de la mano

que mecen lacuna en la que descansa mi rap

asique nunca quieras imponerme tu verdad

Hip-hop significa solidaridad!

Este nivel es la prueba fehaciente que Dios existe

I like under real hip-hop y también tu sistem

soy el mister, el don, el conchetumadre del microphone

Asique pon tus manos en el aire si es de corazón

El problema no es que crea en Dios ni en que se alagan

el problema es que comen mas de lo que cagan

Es el tipico que, que quiere que digan ahí viene el

y mi perfil, es mas bajo que su nivel

Indaga, en los guettos, barrios y América Latina

donde el freestyle y esquinas es doctrina

disciplina de un continente y naciones vecinas

God Level concentramos el rap que tú imaginas

Dime lo que se antes de nada

dime lo que piensa tu cabeza antes de que me vaya

antes de que sea tarde sayonara

tiene que ver contigo por eso me raya

antes de que cambie la opinion que tengas de alguien asegurate que luego todo

arde

Antes de que se acabe hay que llegar al fondo ya tu sabe.

enganchados a tus besos como a la droga quise quitarme y ya ves que la ciudad

me ahoga, mi vida una infinita boda dame tu amor y lo demas me sobra

buenas horas

borracho tirado en la lona

pensando en lo que pudimos ser y lo que somos ahora lo bueno es que lo bueno

siempre aflora y que por mucho que apeste lo malo siempre hay razones de sobra!

para!

el lapiz suelta tinta con el micro yo disparo es simple

trabajar y pretender ser libre es casi imposible posiblemente no lo logres ¡God

Level!

yo trabajo para mi y tengo lo que tu quieres.

No hay drama, respiro ya no siento

soy un animal en la capital dando talento

vengo de la selva en medio de la sabana

soy la voz de la sospecha hago poesia urbana

tengo clase preferente aunque sea un niño muerto

te llevo al inframundo haciendo rap en los conciertos

por amor a esto dejo claro lo sencillo la paranoia del psyco me mando para el

exilio

sigo con mi fe de rata persiguiendo ese camino buscando la panacea para

encontrar mi destino

mis ojos son la sangre rapiando bajo la lluvia pero siempre feliz por que las

lagrimas no duran.

Hijo de familia pobre no me importan los numeros no me importan las flores (no

señores)

niño del ochentaitanto convertido en hombre si pensabas que esto me costaba

me ha costado el doble

mucho cuidado con el discurso noventero el mensaje es mensaje sea viejo o nuevo

algunos hablan de respeto faltando el respeto sin saber que odiar a alguien que

te odia te vuelve uno de ellos

y entre tanto flow increible traigo un flow creible solo para quien entienda

que God Level no es soberbia es nivel dios por que solo dios aguanta tantas

mierdas!

Put your hands up!

welcome to this party

Hip-Hop protest dancing brake or rapping lyrics

freestyle, wildstyle dj with the orchestra

if the branches are not together the tree dries up

It's Chilean rap, it's from the planet

and for any yeta

either the mouth bit if it is that it does not respect

methamphetamine in rhyme the mass wakes up

I don't want them to jump but I like it when they think

god level, hip-hop, never stop

they want competition against God but they can't

the same on the street and the stage

with the mind in the sky but the feet in the neighborhood…

Strong are the cries of the continent

songs are the voices of omnipotent gods

in every corner the latinos say present

until the whole world hears the hip-hop made by my people

we are examples of struggle and ethics

with our nails we create unique pieces without replicas

thousands of followers throughout the sphere

they have ears on the rap of South America

jewels are born from our neighborhoods to make history

from Baja California to Patagonia

for all the ghettos in the southern towns

(am…)

Heart, respect, conviction and attitude.

I call it perfectionism

You call it T.O.C.K

let's agree that there is God Level but there is no God

barking and coughing, enough

with your mic off

hide your voice, cold with two Eristoff

Without so much synth, without Tec-nica you were born

great it's not your flash drive there are only sad MPs

You are bad today, you were bad yesterday

you will be bad tomorrow

You didn't do it, your manager did it...

Now everyone wants to judge me

they are crazy for pigeonholing me

They cry out to heaven for not knowing where to fit me

But you know what, I ain't gonna get high

because hurting me is hurting my parents

It's not my fault if you hide behind your slang

or if you search in your ego what love stole from you

I'm just a star that exploded long ago

enjoy this light that is limited my bro

And everything I want is in the palm of my hand

that rock the cradle in which my rap rests

so never want to impose your truth on me

Hip-hop means solidarity!

This level is the irrefutable proof that God exists

I like under real hip-hop and also your system

I am the mister, the gift, the mother of the microphone

So put your hands in the air if it's from the heart

The problem is not that they believe in God or that they praise themselves

the problem is that they eat more than they poop

It is the typical one that, what do you want them to say here comes the

and my profile is lower than your level

Inquire, in the ghettos, neighborhoods and Latin America

where freestyle and corners is doctrine

discipline of a continent and neighboring nations

God Level we concentrate the rap that you imagine

Tell me what I know before anything

tell me what's in your head before i go

before it's too late sayonara

it has to do with you that's why it scratches me

Before you change your opinion of someone, make sure that later everything

burns

Before it's over you have to get to the bottom, you know.

Hooked on your kisses like drugs, I wanted to get rid of it and you see that the city

drowns me, my life an infinite wedding give me your love and the rest I have left over

good hours

drunk lying on the canvas

thinking about what we could be and what we are now the good thing is that the good

always comes out and that no matter how bad things suck, there are always plenty of reasons!

for!

the pencil releases ink with the micro I shoot is simple

working and pretending to be free is almost impossible, you may not be able to do it, God

Level!

I work for myself and I have what you want.

There is no drama, I breathe I no longer feel

I am an animal in the capital giving talent

I come from the jungle in the middle of the savannah

I am the voice of suspicion I do urban poetry

I have preferential class even if I'm a dead child

I take you to the underworld rapping at concerts

for the love of this I make it clear how simple the paranoia of the psyco sent me to him

exile

I continue with my rat faith chasing that path looking for the panacea for

find my destiny

my eyes are the blood rushing under the rain but always happy because the

tears don't last

Son of a poor family I don't care about numbers I don't care about flowers (no

Sirs)

80s boy turned man if you thought this cost me

it cost me twice as much

be very careful with the 90s speech the message is a message whether it is old or new

some talk about respect disrespecting not knowing that hating someone who

he hates you he makes you one of them

and between so much incredible flow I bring a credible flow only for those who understand

that God Level is not pride, it is God level because only God can endure so many

shit!