Cárcel de Aire - Shotta

Sal del escondite

Ves como tu padre pone un candado en la puerta

Esta noche ya no hay más temita

Sientes la agonía de que el tiempo pasa y no haces ná

Te hace pensar solo en flipar y en come techos

Tó esa mierda que se comenta es mentira

Yo lo sé, tú también, a mi no me intimida, he visto cosas

Hay quien le sangran las encías

Porque se golpea un niño chico entacao poniendo pinchos en avenida

Te miran como un águila, no tienen lástima, no

Te quitan ya de en medio sin Kung Fu ni Akira

Por mí, que se jodan, pedrada en las ventanas

No sé si es pena llevan otra cara ya por la mañana

No es un aplauso lo que se merece

Lo más normal en mi ciudad lleva el número 13 a cuestas

Mentira tu vida, pijos de mierda, enganchaos a la cocaína

Con dinero pan parar tranvías, (¡hijos de puta!)

Si no se entiende de que habla

Escucha esto y tira pá tu bloque, adinerado, mc de playa

Fuera hay una cárcel, una prisión privada

Mamá lleva tres días dormida y tú tomando rayas

A mí me da igual, esto no es rap pá discotecas

No me mires así hijoputa, no me pongas etiquetas

Lo mío increpa

Lo tuyo se unta con manteca

Mentalidad purista, nueva escuela, que te quepa

No hablan mi idioma aunque entiendan lo que digo

Tienen cárceles de aire y poco más en el bolsillo

Están atándose, dime que es lo que traen y cuando

Están esclavizándose aunque sigan caminando porque

No hablan mi idioma aunque entiendan cuando hablo

Tienen cárceles de aire y una musa en el lavabo

Limpia tus manos hijo puta, cárcel en el aire (yo no soy un esclavo)

Sábado noche

Ya estas metido en el coche

Mal acompañado, no importa

Dile a tu compi que saque un compact

La primera pensando en la segunda y la segunda en la tercera

Las paranoias aumentan, te esperan

Si te equivocas, no te pierdas

No te creo prisionero de tu subidón de mortadela

Incluso lo veo lógico desaparecer pá siempre

Dekoh, voy al inframundo quiero ver como cae la peste

Ya saben que no vale, no me pueden con puñales

Se ponen pañales, comen mis sales

Quieren sensaciones más grandes van de carnavales

Por la vida y se cuentan sus días de profesionales

Yo, dicen que voy de subío solo porque diga hola, y te salude

Chupa la mongola

Ponte en toa la cara una alfombra

Aquí para paranoia zumo de (*censura*) y a la sombra

No hablan mi idioma aunque entiendan lo que digo

Tienen cárceles de aire y poco más en el bolsillo

Están atándose, dime que es lo que traen y cuando

Están esclavizándose aunque sigan caminando porque

No hablan mi idioma aunque entiendan cuando hablo

Tienen cárceles de aire y una musa en el lavabo

Limpia tus manos hijo puta, cárcel en el aire

come out of hiding

You see how your father puts a lock on the door

Tonight there is no more fear

You feel the agony of time passing and you do nothing

He makes you think only of freaking out and eating ceilings

All that shit that is commented is a lie

I know, you too, I'm not intimidated, I've seen things

There are those who bleed their gums

Why would a small boy get hit while putting skewers on the avenue?

They look at you like an eagle, they have no pity, no

They already take you out of the way without Kung Fu or Akira

For me, fuck them, stoned in the windows

I don't know if it's a shame they already have another face in the morning

It is not a round of applause that he deserves

The most normal thing in my city carries the number 13 on its back

Lie your life, posh shit, get hooked on cocaine

With money to stop trams, (sons of bitches!)

If you don't understand what you're talking about

Listen to this and throw for your block, wealthy, beach mc

Outside is a jail, a private prison

Mom has been asleep for three days and you are taking stripes

I don't care, this is not rap for discos

Don't look at me like that motherfucker, don't label me

mine increases

Yours is spread with butter

Purist mentality, new school, fit you

They don't speak my language even though they understand what I say

They have air jails and little else in their pocket

They're tying up, tell me what they bring and when

They are enslaving even if they keep walking because

They don't speak my language even though they understand when I speak

They have air prisons and a muse in the sink

Clean your hands son of a bitch, jail in the air (I'm not a slave)

Saturday night

You are already in the car

In bad company, it doesn't matter

Tell your buddy to get a compact

The first thinking about the second and the second about the third

The paranoias increase, they wait for you

If you're wrong, don't get lost

I do not believe you are a prisoner of your mortadella high

I even see it logical to disappear forever

Dekoh, I'm going to the underworld I want to see how the plague falls

They already know it's not worth it, they can't beat me with daggers

They wear diapers, they eat my salts

They want bigger sensations, they go to carnivals

For life and their professional days are counted

Me, they say I'm going to get on just because I say hello and greet you

suck the mongolian

Put a rug all over your face

Here for paranoia juice (*censorship*) and in the shade

They don't speak my language even though they understand what I say

They have air jails and little else in their pocket

They're tying up, tell me what they bring and when

They are enslaving even if they keep walking because

They don't speak my language even though they understand when I speak

They have air prisons and a muse in the sink

Clean your hands motherfucker, jail in the air