Fast Mortem - Santa RM, Iluminatik, Isusko

You!

Dice… Eh you!

Fast Mortem, dice…

Hay quien pensó que estaba muerto

Más, volví como el karma

Cosas se hacen mejor cuando se suda, se llora y se sangra

Hay quien me dijo «Santa, tú ya no estás a la moda»

Jamás quise ser una moda, pendejo

Si a ti no te gusta, te largas ahora

Hay quien vino a decirme «hermano» y estrechar mi mano

Yo fui su maestro, me dieron manzanas

Cuando las mordí, me salieron gusanos

Y ¿ahora qué dices?

Dime, ¿qué mierda me exiges?

Hay quien tiene millones de reproducciones

Pero ellos no tienen mis cicatrices

Yo no los culpo a ellos

Ellos supieron jugar sus piezas

Te digo a ti que me apuntas a mí

Que no tienes ni puta idea en la cabeza

Yo no te debo nada, jamás te dije que me escucharas

Y ahora que escribo lo que se me antoja

¿Tú quieres meter tu maldita cuchara?

Muérete perro y ahógate, puto

Que no necesito tu puta opinión

Me dices que no me respetas

Tú dime, respeto ¿Quién mierda de ti lo pidió?

¿Quién mierda eres tú?

¿Qué has hecho tú?

¿Qué esperas imbécil?

Tú, dime

No me hables de hardcore

Que cuando toco el micro gimes

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, en vida pierden soporte

Bienvenidos a mi deporte.

¡Go fresh!

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Flow, métricas, barras…

Caras partidas con un flow tenaz

Con algo que no sale ni pagando cash

Son Yardigans Little bay cats

Tu música para puro falto de moral

Quieren competirnos con la mierda que hicimos

Y los niños son caquinos en esto de fluir ritmos

Ventaja llevamos varios años bien adelantado

El tiempo que estamos, del futuro les caímos

Lírica de kimbo, que vuela quijadas

La mierda esperada más que el detox

Pe-pe ritos, pa'-pa' tu-tus gritos

Yo co-co-cometiendo delitos

A puro chamacos de highschool

Yo los moldeo como la plastilina playskool

Llegó el villano cual Red Skull

El que los pone a hacer facefuck

A mí no me culpe, si le falta cromosoma

Raperos de broma salieron corriendo como puta

Pecadora en Sodoma y Gomorra

Les llegó la hora con tu porra así que corra

Estilos tan planos como la visera en tu gorra

No eres más rapero con nada, con nada, ni Supra ni Jordan

Los tengo pecho tierra amarrado con una nota

Quedarán como Tony Montana, los dejo Sosa

MC’s fallidos, de flowes bandidos, mal concebidos

Para mí tú eres el más cómico

Niño, no le ande jugando al gótico

Su música para mí es de andróginos y nada más

Bienvenido a mi zona de guerra, mi Colombine

Es mi gangsta Paradise.

(Yeah!)

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, en vida pierden soporte

Bienvenidos a mi deporte.

¡Go fresh!

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Flow, métricas, barras…

Lo han intentado, pero no han podido

Lo que deberían es no haber nacido

Su música da ganas de arrancarse los oídos

Su rap es un camino sin retorno hacia el olvido

Tú contra mí no tienes posibilidad

Te mataré yo si no lo hace la curiosidad

Me llaman bólido y sube la velocidad

Yo soy la ley, soy el rey de la oscuridad

No puedes rifarte el número dos

Mido su ánimo, y rimo para los…

Que se creen algo, corrígelos

Están más cerca del mono que de Dios

Mientras gimen les parto el himen

No sé si me entienden, cometo mi crimen

Les dejo que rimen.

Quiero que se quemen

No serán yo ni tragando mi semen

Quita esa cara de verga y prepárate

¿Quieres hacernos un favor?

Muérete

No es hip-hop son golpes de karate

Puedes ver en cada verso tu cadáver

En mi rap nada es suficiente

Transformo bueno en excelente

Cualquiera que diga es mejor que yo, miente

¡Pamplona, Nogales, Aguascalientes!

Castigo divino, onceava plaga

Quieren ser como yo, todo se paga

Como la puta que lo chupa y se lo traga

Como el cerdo que come donde caga

Puñal lirical, llega a tu final

Soy ilimitado, es un estado mental

Yo no tengo igual, alimento el mal

Tú no eres rival, sal de aquí carnal (¡Ipso facto!)

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, en vida pierden soporte

Bienvenidos a mi deporte.

¡Go fresh!

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras

Flow, métricas, barras…

Hey wannabe, ¿Te acuerdas de mí?

Sé que sí, porque fui tu papá hasta el fin

You are the fakest MC, I ever seen

Y todo lo que digas lo sacas de mí

Solo digo la verdad

Yo sé que no puedes soportar toda mi capacidad

Like a flashback, vas para atrás de verdad

Deberás revelarte para ser capaz

Vuélvete loco, te reto

Luego has el intento de pasar a peso completo

Luego recupera el aliento un momento

Y recuerda que siempre seré tu maestro

Pues llevo más tiempo y para ser honesto

Supero tu tempo y te resto por lento

Y reviento tu cuento violento de Akendo

Leyendo una rima culera que tengo

Dime goodbye… You better prepare to fly

I’m gonna make you cry… Hip-hop it’s mine

You don’t know what it’s inside

Flow and one, better than mine (¡JJ Fam!)

Flow and one, better than mine (Iluminatik Fam!)

Dime goodbye… You better prepare to fly

I’m gonna make you cry… Hip-hop it’s mine

You don’t know what it’s inside

Flow and one, better than mine (¡JJ Fam!)

Flow and one, better than mine (Iluminatik Fam!)

JJ Fam!

Iluminatik Fam!

You!

It says… Hey you!

Fast Mortem says...

Some thought he was dead

More, I came back like karma

Things are done better when you sweat, cry and bleed

There are those who told me «Santa, you are no longer in fashion»

I never wanted to be a fashion, asshole

If you don't like it, leave now

There are those who came to call me "brother" and shake my hand

I was his teacher of him, they gave me apples

When I bit them, I got maggots

And now what do you say?

Tell me, what the fuck do you demand of me?

Some have millions of views

But they don't have my scars

I don't blame them

They knew how to play their pieces

I tell you that you point to me

That you have no fucking idea in your head

I don't owe you anything, I never told you to listen to me

And now that I write what I feel like

Do you want to put your damn spoon in?

Die dog and drown, bitch

That I don't need your fucking opinion

You tell me you don't respect me

You tell me, respect, who the fuck asked you?

Who the fuck are you?

What have you done?

What are you waiting for idiot?

You tell me

Don't talk to me about hardcore

That when I play the microphone you moan

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, in life they lose support

Welcome to my sport.

Go fresh!

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Flow, metrics, bars...

Split faces with a tenacious flow

With something that does not come out or paying cash

Son Yardigans Little bay cats

Your music for pure lack of morals

They wanna compete with us with the shit we did

And the kids suck at flowing rhythms

Advantage we have been well advanced for several years

The time we are, we fell from the future

Lyric by kimbo, who flies jaws

The expected shit more than the detox

Pe-pe ritos, pa'-pa' you-your screams

I co-co-commit crimes

To pure highschool kids

I mold them like playskool clay

The villain arrived which Red Skull

The one who makes them facefuck

Don't blame me, if you lack a chromosome

Joke rappers ran out like a whore

Sinner in Sodom and Gomorrah

It's time for them with your club so run

Styles as flat as the brim on your cap

You are no more a rapper with nothing, with nothing, neither Supra nor Jordan

I have them chest earth tied with a note

They will be like Tony Montana, I leave you Sosa

Failed MCs, bandit flowes, poorly conceived

For me you are the funniest

Boy, don't play goth

His music for me is androgynous and nothing more

Welcome to my war zone, my Columbian

It's my gangsta Paradise.

(Yeah!)

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, in life they lose support

Welcome to my sport.

Go fresh!

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Flow, metrics, bars...

They have tried, but they have not been able

What they should is not to have been born

His music makes you want to tear your ears out

His rap is a no return road to oblivion

You against me have no chance

I'll kill you if curiosity doesn't

They call me racing car and speed up

I am the law, I am the king of darkness

You can't raffle number two

I measure their mood, and rhyme for the…

Let them believe something, correct them

They are closer to the monkey than to God

While they moan, I break their hymen

I don't know if you understand me, I commit my crime

I let them rhyme.

I want them to burn

They will not be me or swallowing my semen

Get off that dick face and get ready

Do you want to do us a favor?

Die

It's not hip-hop, it's karate chops

You can see in each verse your corpse

In my rap nothing is enough

I transform good into excellent

Anyone who says he is better than me is lying

Pamplona, ​​Nogales, Aguascalientes!

Divine Punishment, Eleventh Plague

They want to be like me, everything is paid

Like the whore who sucks it up and swallows it

Like the pig that eats where it shits

Lyrical dagger, come to your end

I'm limitless, it's a state of mind

I have no equal, I feed evil

You are not a rival, get out of here carnal (Ipso facto!)

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, in life they lose support

Welcome to my sport.

Go fresh!

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars

Flow, metrics, bars...

Hey wannabe, do you remember me?

I know yes, because I was your dad until the end

You are the fakest MC, I ever seen

And everything you say you take from me

I only speak the truth

I know you can't take my full capacity

Like a flashback, you're really going back

You must reveal yourself to be able

Go crazy, I dare you

Then you make the attempt to go full weight

Then catch your breath for a moment

And remember that I will always be your teacher

Well, I've had more time and to be honest

I beat your tempo and I subtract you for being slow

And I bust your violent tale of Akendo

Reading a culera rhyme that I have

Tell me goodbye… You better prepare to fly

I'm gonna make you cry... Hip-hop it's mine

You don't know what it's inside

Flow and one, better than mine (¡JJ Fam!)

Flow and one, better than mine (Iluminatik Fam!)

Tell me goodbye… You better prepare to fly

I'm gonna make you cry... Hip-hop it's mine

You don't know what it's inside

Flow and one, better than mine (¡JJ Fam!)

Flow and one, better than mine (Iluminatik Fam!)

JJ Fam!

Illuminati Fam!