Pido Libertad - Zenit

Acabé mi tercer disco, os llevasteis un chasco

Vinisteis de listo, todos en el mismo frasco

Estás como una puta cabra si abres el hocico

Y me criticas sin saber a qué sabrá.

Mastica, tú sí que das asco

Habría que verte en frente de un papel, sería un thriller

Si no puedes con lo que odias, no te chines

No sabes escribir, puto disléxico

Una patá' y pa' México en calcetines

Que te pires

Métete en el culo el dedo con el que haces de forero

Hasta que te quepa un florero y salga tu nombre en el Guinness

Sin este sonido hardcore no opines

Sin esperar olor a mierda en tus cojines

Sin estar en mi lugar no abras la boca

No sea que venga una roca

Y te la parta cuando menos lo imagines

Te invito a que adivines

Para qué son estos diques de lecciones a la carta

Cuida’o, no te equivoques

Y sueltes de mentiras unas sarta

No seas goloso, no toques mi tarta

Ni quieras correr luego

Yo era un máquina en el tartán

Mira bien dónde se aparcan tus palabras, en mi pra’o

Te has queda’o ancla’o a la silla de tu habita'

Te has despista’o y se ha moja’o tu dinamita

Porque te has acostumbra’o tras cada error

A darle a un monitor de ordenador con dippers en Esparta

Pido libertad para el que escribe

Pido libertad para el que vive ajeno al divertimento

De opinar desde el anonimato sólo con insulto

Pido para todo aquel su reino y su declive

Pido libertad para jugar con su suerte, ensayar con su muerte

Pido la clemencia y el indulto

Porque habrá asesinato del que suscriba

Que intente joder este sublime nivel

Cuando saque el cuarto, criticaréis el pacto

Y alabaréis lo que no comprendéis en el tercero

Hoy empiezo desde cero y cuando tenga un disco entero

Abriréis bocas por sorpresa, como que yo os ensarto

Pierdo el juicio.

Harto de esta aflicción

Porque mi afición no sea mi oficio, aunque haya atracción

Así esta tracción imparto

Hablar to' lo que queráis saber

Si os atragantáis y provocáis que siga haciendo hardcore

Asesinando a mc’s con retardo

Incapaces de hacer dianas sobre mí ni con dardos

Buscando tus temas buenos, no puede ni contar dos

No pueden competir con mis pepinos tus petardos

No te vayas a confundir al contar

Los mc’s a los que yo voy a fundir sin nombrarlos

Todos pronto empezarán a olvidarlos

Y nunca más van a querer contratarlos

El rap son llorones y payasos haciendo pactos

O van de rodillas, o van andando como payos

Mitad de Charly Rivers y la otra mitad de Charlus

Estos tienen mi DJ, por eso nunca han roto un plato

No, no llegarán aquí arriba ni siquiera con zancos

Se despeñarán por los barrancos

Están desentrena’os de estar apalanca’os en bancos

Inútiles, como escritores mancos

Pido libertad para el que escribe

Pido libertad para el que vive ajeno al divertimento

De opinar desde el anonimato sólo con insulto

Pido para todo aquel su reino y su declive

Pido libertad para jugar con su suerte, ensayar con su muerte

Pido la clemencia y el indulto

Porque habrá asesinato del que suscriba

Que intente joder este sublime nivel

I finished my third album, you were disappointed

You came from ready, all in the same jar

You're like a fucking goat if you open your snout

And you criticize me without knowing what it will taste like.

Chew, you sure are disgusting

We should see you in front of a role, it would be a thriller

If you can't with what you hate, don't be shy

You can't write, you fucking dyslexic

A patá' and pa' Mexico in socks

Get away

Put the finger with which you act as a forero in your ass

Until you fit a vase and your name appears in Guinness

Without this hardcore sound don't think

Without waiting for the smell of shit on your cushions

Without being in my place do not open your mouth

lest a rock come

And I'll break it for you when you least imagine it

I invite you to guess

What are these a la carte lesson dams for?

Take care, don't make mistakes

And let go of a string of lies

Don't have a sweet tooth, don't touch my cake

don't even want to run later

I was a machine in the tartan

Look carefully where your words are parked, in my pra'o

You have stayed or anchored to the chair in your room

You got confused and your dynamite got wet

Because you got used to it after every mistake

To hit a computer monitor with dippers in Sparta

I ask freedom for the one who writes

I ask for freedom for those who live oblivious to fun

To give an opinion from anonymity only with insult

I ask for all that his kingdom of him and his decline

I ask for freedom to play with his luck, rehearse with his death

I ask for mercy and pardon

Because there will be murder of the one who signs

Let him try to fuck this sublime level

When I take out the fourth, you will criticize the pact

And you will praise what you do not understand in the third

Today I start from scratch and when I have a whole album

You will open mouths by surprise, as if I skewered you

I lose my mind.

Sick of this affliction

Because my hobby is not my job, although there is attraction

So this traction I impart

Talk to' what you want to know

If you choke and provoke me to continue doing hardcore

Killing mc's with delay

Unable to hit me with darts

Looking for your good songs, can't even count two

Your firecrackers can't compete with my cucumbers

Don't get confused when counting

The mc's that I am going to cast without naming them

Everyone will soon begin to forget them

And they will never want to hire them again

Rap is crybaby and clowns making pacts

Either they go on their knees, or they walk like payos

Half of Charly Rivers and the other half of Charlus

These have my DJ, that's why they have never broken a plate

No they won't get up here even on stilts

They will fall down the ravines

They are untrained to be leveraged in banks

Useless, like one-armed writers

I ask freedom for the one who writes

I ask for freedom for those who live oblivious to fun

To give an opinion from anonymity only with insult

I ask for all that his kingdom of him and his decline

I ask for freedom to play with his luck, rehearse with his death

I ask for mercy and pardon

Because there will be murder of the one who signs

Let him try to fuck this sublime level