A Ver Si Lo Pilláis Ya - Lágrimas De Sangre, Still Ill, Microbio

Lágrimas de sangre, inclasificable estilo

Vengo a honrar al rap, tranquilos

No somos de un gueto americano ni queremos parecerlo

Tengo demasiado respeto para ser tan falso

No voy a venderte un cromo, no es una moda, es un modo

A los traperillos que riman muy poco y se hacen mucha promo

En serio, no me los tomo, en serio que me los como

Como si fueran libritos de lomo, escribo un tomo

No hago clips, hago hits, me deslomo

Junto palabras como quén fisiona átomos

No soy tenor de milagro, entono

Pero no pongo autotune, novato

No es música cutre hecha rápido

Tampoco una súper producción de plástico

No es por pasar el rato

Rasco y debajo de la piel hallo estratos de asco y hiel

Canto y calmo el arrebato

Si no ves pasión, vas cegato o no estás al nivel

Maribel, veo la manivela

Quieren que solo escuches mierda y te muevas y bebas

Y viejas y nuevas, no pienses, no sientas

Banaliza, no analices la letra solo asimílala y baila

Mueve las piernas, tu cabeza se desintegra

No hay melodía, solo bombo a negras

Bon voyage, llama cuando vuelvas

Aquí no verás esa mierda

No hay novedad yo le canto a la izquierda

Vengo a agitar conciencias y a hacerte pensar

Con un verso que se quiere liberar, tiembla

Me asesoré y lo consulté con la almohada

Anduve en el Youtube hasta que entró la madrugada

Y tras una larga jornada, ya no cabía duda

Se puede hacer Hip Hop sin llamar a nadie (Pu-pu)

Y aquí no acaban las revelaciones

Hay quien hace canciones en su idioma

Hay quién no las entiende y en foros no lo pregona

Al letrista no cuestiona

Y tú lo viste, esa gente existe, no es broma

Están entre nosotros y no abundan en tu auricular

Incluso hay quien rapea sin llevar pinta ridícula

Hay quién vive sin envidia

Hay quién viene pa' hacer música y quién viene a comerciar

Hay de todo, amigo, en el mundillo, hay quién curra en letra

Y no solo en estribillo, esto quede entre tú y yo

Es raro, pero a veces acontece

Hay quién sube a un escenario y realmente lo merece

Y no parece, que vayan a cambiar por hoy las cosas

Alerta por chubascos de canciones pastelosas

LDS desea: que sea LDS lo que suena cuando la fuerza escasea

Cuando levantarse sea una odisea, y tus miedos ahí delante

Nosotros no te vamos a tomar por ignorante

No queremos que nos compres cualquier mierda

Amor por esta ciencia y que la esencia no se pierda

-Haciendo colegas es cómo nos movemos

-Somos cuatro y él de la guitarra

-Cómo nos movemos

-Lágrimas de Sangre

Llega la nueva temporada

En una oficina traman, ultiman con su banda otra operación

Triunfo, hecha tufo pero dan el empujón ¡Horror!

Hoy la mafia decide en cada fiesta mayor ¡Dolor!

Alguien con liquidez

Le puso grupo al Youtuber de turno

Y obtuvo un producto en un please

Lo cuela en TV3 y lo pasea por los festis

Se vacía la plaza aunque sea gratis (Para, para, para)

(«¿Querías currar para hacerte un lugar?»)

Que putada han acordado la portada

Unos premios de mierda, una rueda de prensa y una foto de cara

Unos cantan otros sacan tajada

¿Buscabas fórmula que lo petara?

Y copiaste el hit de otro grupo sin que se notara

Disimulabas, y si molaba

Tears of blood, unclassifiable style

I come to honor rap, calm down

We are not from an American ghetto nor do we want to appear so

I have too much respect to be so fake

I'm not going to sell you a sticker, it's not a fashion, it's a way

To the little rags that rhyme very little and get a lot of promo

Seriously I don't take them, seriously I eat them

As if they were little spine books, I write a volume

I don't make clips, I make hits, I break my back

I put together words like who splits atoms

I'm not a miracle tenor, I sing

But I don't put autotune, newbie

It's not trashy music made fast

Nor a super production of plastic

It's not for hanging out

I scratch and under the skin I find layers of disgust and bile

I sing and calm the outburst

If you do not see passion, you are blind or you are not at the level

Maribel, I see the crank

They want you to just listen to shit and move and drink

And old and new, don't think, don't feel

Banalize, don't analyze the lyrics, just assimilate it and dance

Move your legs, your head disintegrates

No melody, just quarter note kick

Bon voyage, call when you get back

You won't see that shit here

There is no news, I sing to the left

I come to stir consciences and make you think

With a verse that wants to be released, it trembles

I took advice and consulted with the pillow

I was on YouTube until dawn came

And after a long day, there was no doubt

You can do Hip Hop without calling anyone (Pu-pu)

And the revelations do not end here

There are those who make songs in their language

There are those who do not understand them and in forums they do not proclaim it

The lyricist does not question

And you saw it, those people exist, it's not a joke

They are among us and they are not abundant in your earphone

There are even those who rap without wearing a ridiculous look

There are those who live without envy

There are those who come to make music and who come to trade

There is everything, friend, in the world, there are those who work in lyrics

And not only in chorus, this is between you and me

It's rare, but sometimes it happens

There are those who go on stage and really deserve it

And it doesn't seem like things are going to change today

Alert for showers of sweet songs

LDS Wants: Let LDS be what sounds like when strength is in short supply

When getting up is an odyssey, and your fears are ahead

We are not going to take you for ignorant

We don't want you to buy us any shit

Love for this science and that the essence is not lost

-Making colleagues is how we move

-We are four and he plays the guitar

-How we move

-Tears of blood

The new season arrives

In an office they plot, finalize another operation with their gang

Triumph, made stink but they give the push Horror!

Today the mafia decides in each major festival Pain!

Someone with liquidity

He put a group to the YouTuber on duty

And he got a product in a please

He sneaks it into TV3 and walks it through the festivities

The square is emptied even if it is free (Stop, stop, stop)

(“Did you want to work to make a place for yourself?”)

What a bitch they have agreed on the cover

Some shit prizes, a press conference and a face photo

Some sing, others take a slice

Were you looking for a formula that would blow it up?

And you copied another group's hit without it showing

You were hiding, and if it was cool