TNT - Tade

Tú transform, miti' y miti'

Mi transform, moto-moto

Me tiran con bazooka, yo me les subo a upa

Si no querés que escupa verdades en tu nuca

Tápate como koopa, vos no sos un Lil Supa (Tapate, no, no, no)

Sos uno de mil sapos que trato como (shh, uno de mil)

Es que otra ve' todo se quedan

Y la verdad que no me ceba

Todos se van, todos se vuelan

Y yo me quedo con dudas nuevas

Pensando hacer lo correcto, buscar una pista y soltar ahí todo lo que duela

Pero quedarse en silencio por ende no creo que lo sea

Caigo del avión, fuck tú mierda mala

El que curte el mambo lo hace con boca cerrada

Na', na', ya no tengo flow, esa te contaba

Eso' son lo' mismo' que dijeron que rapeaban

Fuck tú vida, fuck tú show, fuck tú cuento de hada' (Fuck it out)

Vuelan tus promesas mientras las mías se apagan

Cuando se cierra el telón, las luces se apagan

Y ya no funciona el personaje que creabas

Tengo más estilo que todo' eso' fekas

Y si decis que no es porque sos uno de esos fekas, ja, ja

Que lo usan como marioneta, fuck, bitch (Calla'o)

Esa mierda no me sirve

Ey, La que vino, es la que marca y no se olvida (Fresco)

La primera calle es la unica en la vida

No sé porque lo piensan y se lo imaginan (No lo sé)

Ya lo estoy haciendo, no tengo otra salida

Y solo se va, no sé que dicen por allá (Por allá, ¿qué?)

Si soy bueno o si soy malo, yo solo quiero rapear (Solo real)

O solo escuchar lo que suena acá

Tenemos el condimento justo pa' tú paladar

Que quieren encontrar, yo no los escucho

Solo sueno chill sin que suene trucho

No quiero un repeat, hablan mal de mi

Pero despues de tiempo me pedía a grito' un feat (Ja, ja, ja)

Ya no sé que decir, por eso no contesto (Ring, ring, ring)

Aprendí a no tener en blanco el cuaderno

Cuando me dí cuenta de que estaba para esto

Pa' verlos llorar y bailar sobre mis textos

Porque yo no en-tienda que juegan

Pierdo el control, pierdo manera'

Vivo el presento, olvido el pasado aunque siempre lo hice a mi manera

¿Quieren más rap?, ¿quieren más crema?

La libertad, la luna llena

Pero ninguno se esfuerza y transpira', solo la deliran y sueltan un tema

'Toy apuntando con mira, sé que a mi nunca me olvidan

¿Cómo sería si no estaría?

Fuck, el pasado vuelvo de una forma que es agresiva

Una salida para soltar esta ira, fuck el que no me creía

Sigo sintiendo la espina, pero ya no me lastima

No me lastima, cierro la herida

Se burlaban de Tobias, hoy me saludan, admiran

Qué puta que es esta vida, solo yo intento vivirla

Y aunque lo intento, nunca termina

Cuando la luz me ilumina, pido que espere otro día

Pero aunque vaya al infierno, El Cielo no hay forma de que no te suelte la real

No sé que les molesta, fuck (No sé, no sé)

Que su' letra' no sean pesa' como la' nuestra'

No sé que les molesta, hey

Que su' letra' no pesa' sean como la' nuestra'

Fuck it out, bi', no sé que les molesta (No sé, no sé)

Que su' letra' no sean pesa' como la' nuestra'

No sé que les molesta, fuck, bae

TPC clicka, hijo de puta

El que se va, se muere, ey (Se muere)

El que se va, se muere, fuck (Está muerto, bae)

El que se va, se muere, ey (Se muere)

El que se va, se muere (Está muerto, bae)

You transform, miti' and miti'

My transform, moto-moto

They throw me with bazooka, I get on them upa

If you don't want me to spit truths in your neck

Cover yourself like a koopa, you're not a Lil Supa (Cover yourself, no, no, no)

You're one of a thousand toads that I treat like (shh, one of a thousand)

It is that again 'everything stays

And the truth that does not feed me

They all leave, they all fly away

And I am left with new doubts

Thinking to do the right thing, look for a clue and drop everything that hurts there

But to remain silent therefore I do not think it is

I fall off the plane, fuck you bad shit

The one who tans the mambo does it with his mouth closed

Na', na', I no longer have flow, that one told you

That' are the' same' that they said they rapped

Fuck your life, fuck your show, fuck your fairy tale' (Fuck it out)

Your promises fly while mine go out

When the curtain closes, the lights go down

And the character you created no longer works

I have more style than all' that' fekas

And if you say no, it's because you're one of those fekas, ha ha

That they use it as a puppet, fuck, bitch (Calla'o)

That shit doesn't work for me

Hey, the one that came, is the one that marks and is not forgotten (Fresh)

The first street is the only one in life

I don't know why they think and imagine it (I don't know)

I'm already doing it, I have no other way out

And he just leaves, I don't know what they say over there (Over there, what?)

If I'm good or if I'm bad, I just want to rap (Only real)

Or just listen to what sounds here

We have the right seasoning for your palate

What do they want to find, I don't listen to them

I only sound chill without sounding tricky

I don't want a repeat, they talk bad about me

But after a while he asked me for a feat (Ha, ha, ha)

I don't know what to say anymore, that's why I don't answer (Ring, ring, ring)

I learned not to keep the notebook blank

When I realized that I was for this

To see them cry and dance over my texts

Cause I don't in-store they play

I lose control, I lose way'

I live in the present, I forget the past although I always did it my way

Do you want more rap? Do you want more cream?

Freedom, the full moon

But no one makes an effort and sweats, they just rave and drop a topic

'I'm taking aim, I know they never forget me

What would it be like if she wasn't there?

Fuck, the past I come back in a way that is aggressive

An outlet to release this anger, fuck the one who didn't believe me

I still feel the thorn, but it doesn't hurt anymore

It doesn't hurt me, I close the wound

They made fun of Tobias, today they greet me, they admire

What a bitch this life is, only I try to live it

And though I try, it never ends

When the light shines on me, I ask that I wait another day

But even if I go to hell, Heaven there is no way that I will not let go of the real one

I don't know what bothers them, fuck (I don't know, I don't know)

That his' lyrics' are not heavy' like ours'

I don't know what bothers you, hey

That their' letter' does not weigh' are like' ours'

Fuck it out, bi', I don't know what bothers them (I don't know, I don't know)

That his' lyrics' are not heavy' like ours'

I don't know what's bothering you, fuck, bae

TPC clicka, motherfucker

The one who leaves, dies, hey (he dies)

The one who leaves, dies, fuck (he is dead, bae)

The one who leaves, dies, hey (he dies)

The one who leaves, dies (he is dead, bae)