No hago rap - Rayden

No hago rap, hago puentes de plata, acicates

Escaparates, vías de escape donde el «cora» late

No hago «boom» ni hago «bap», ni «egotrip», no hago «trap»

Hago tracks que van de boca en boca, no hay debate

Una debacle que suena en bucle

Sale del bafle hasta tu bloque

No quiero luces, no quiero flashes

No se crucen, hago de enchufe

Hago de chofer de un bulldozer

Ondas sonoras, ondas de choque

No hago rap, no hago rap, no

No hago rap, no hago rap, no hago rap, ¿no?

Hago que goces, hago de fórceps que abren tu tórax

Abro todas las mentes, odas y cajas fuertes

Hago puentes para el oyente, para personas y otras gentes

A contracorriente, una apisonadora

Atronadora, hago lentes de contacto

Para ver lo que no dicen fuentes

Ni tus modas, hago fe de erratas y derrotas

Piques y piquetes, dimes y diretes

Edemas, demos, no demagogias

No hago rap, no hago rap, no

Y a la par, a la par hago más por

Más por él, más que tú sin hacerlo

Hago lo que me sale de dentro

Lo que siento no, no, no tiene nombre

No pongáis título al sentimiento

No hago rap y a la par hago más por

Más por él, más que tú sin hacerlo

No hago rap, hago rapsodias, bestsellers

Hago que en salas, seguidores hagan sold outs

Hago poesía pese a quien le pese, y no es por pose

Frases que van de nuca en nuca hasta dejarte knockout

Hago… Hago de tripas, letras, meta-literatura

Conjuntos de certezas, no conjeturas

Álgebra pura, no pura droga sin cortar

Hago la dura cura de humildad, hago escritura…

No hago rap, no hago rap, no

No hago rap, no hago rap, no hago rap, ¿no?

Carne de censura cruda que oprime al opresor

Carne de cañón con alma, canciones sin canon

Hago armas de concentración masiva

Excavo hasta hallar la salida de la caverna de Platón

Lo hago libre y no me pongo límites, no

Ni trabas, haga lo que haga siempre subo el listón

Hago que vibren;

lo hago por vocación

La acción de cerrar bien la boca y dar voz al corazón

No hago rap, no hago rap, no

Y a la par, a la par hago más por

Más por él, más que tú sin hacerlo

Hago lo que me sale de dentro

Lo que siento no, no, no tiene nombre

No pongáis título al sentimiento

No hago rap y a la par hago más por

Más por él, más que tú sin hacerlo

No hago palomitas, hago la vista gorda

Y oídos sordos cuando alguien me menciona

Sin dar mi nombre, no esperen que responda

Si el sol no se rebaja no se alarga la sombra

No hago que veas el vaso medio lleno

Lo lleno hasta que veas cómo rebasa y se desborda

Soy la gota que colma y calma el mal ajeno

No hago la copia, hago lo propio… lo que quiero

No hago rap, no hago rap, no

No hago rap, no hago rap, no, no, no

No hago rap, no hago rap, no, no, no

I don't rap, I make silver bridges, spurs

Shop windows, escape routes where the "cora" beats

I don't boom or bap, or egotrip, I don't trap

I make tracks that go from mouth to mouth, there is no debate

A debacle that sounds like a loop

It comes out of the baffle to your block

I don't want lights, I don't want flashes

Do not cross, I play the plug

I play the driver of a bulldozer

sound waves, shock waves

I don't rap, I don't rap, no

I don't rap, I don't rap, I don't rap, right?

I make you enjoy, I play forceps that open your chest

I open all the minds, odes and safes

I build bridges for the listener, for people and other people

Against the current, a steamroller

Thunderous, I make contact lenses

To see what sources do not say

Neither your fashions, I attest to errata and defeats

Piques and pickets, dimes and diretes

Edema, demos, not demagoguery

I don't rap, I don't rap, no

And at the same time, at the same time I do more for

More for him, more than you without doing it

I do what comes from within

What I feel no, no, has no name

Do not put a title to the feeling

I don't do rap and at the same time I do more for

More for him, more than you without doing it

I don't do rap, I do rhapsodies, bestsellers

I make in rooms, followers make sold outs

I make poetry regardless of who weighs him, and it's not for pose

Phrases that go from neck to neck until you are knocked out

I do… I do guts, lyrics, meta-literature

Certainty sets, not guesswork

Pure algebra, not pure uncut dope

I do the hard humility cure, I do writing…

I don't rap, I don't rap, no

I don't rap, I don't rap, I don't rap, right?

Raw censorship meat that oppresses the oppressor

Cannon fodder with soul, songs without canon

I make weapons of mass concentration

I dig until I find the way out of Plato's cave

I make it free and I don't limit myself, no

No obstacles, whatever I do I always raise the bar

I make them vibrate;

I do it by vocation

The action of closing the mouth well and giving voice to the heart

I don't rap, I don't rap, no

And at the same time, at the same time I do more for

More for him, more than you without doing it

I do what comes from within

What I feel no, no, has no name

Do not put a title to the feeling

I don't do rap and at the same time I do more for

More for him, more than you without doing it

I don't make popcorn, I turn a blind eye

And deaf ears when someone mentions me

Without giving my name, don't expect me to answer

If the sun is not lowered, the shadow does not lengthen

I don't make you see the glass half full

I fill it until you see how it overflows and overflows

I am the drop that fills and calms the evil of others

I don't do the copy, I do my own thing... what I want

I don't rap, I don't rap, no

I don't rap, I don't rap, no, no, no

I don't rap, I don't rap, no, no, no