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Nunca Cambiare
03:10
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(Markings)
Hot shit, how I'ma start this
Spit art flicks
So spaced, I'm stargazing out the windows of a cockpit
You can pause it if you feel, I done been off that
Time to get going, get grown, live off rap
Neither dreaming or delusional
I keeps it moving, bro
Plan your work until your business booms,
I'm in the studio
When the homie drops a beat,
The spot will freeze
The cops, the D's
The corner block was not for me
I went the college route but not without my share of slips
I thought it out and hope they listen
Like the world's my therapist
Fresh fit, selvedge denim
Let 'em settle on my pair of kicks
The smell of Armageddon's in the air
I be the rarest spic
Shout out to all my Guatos, the Benny Blancos
The shooters who manoeuvre like Yakuza, arigato
I do this for the movers who already got dough
And the losers on computers that will not go
Papi got flow, these other dudes are cloggy faucets
Your lawyer should've buried the case and now you're Johnny Cochrane
Mando saludos a la mara latina, estamos unidos
Juntos, somos mas fuertes que todos los Estados Unidos
Multilingualist, it just don't get as real as this
You're a torn hymen with an overstimulated clitoris
That means you sensitive puss
Was meant to get shook
Get sent to the back of the line
To the entrance we'll push
Kicking doors in, open the floodgates
See I'm a nutcase
Your binky's stinking up my sheets, showing me her fuckface
Gobble on my skeet, blew her back and then I dip, quick
What goes around revolves along the path of the ecliptic
Slick shit, karma or the butterfly effect
I am all of that connected and a bag of biscuits
I puffs the piff, bitch, even if I've seen my better days
I don't feel no kind of way about the game,
I'll never change.
(MRK)
El punto fundamental de esta doctrina
No tiene ironía
Es que brille cada rima
Por eso yo lo hago
Por eso nunca cambio
Por eso siempre hago que la gente diga: ¡Damn yo!
Por eso nunca paro, pero me paro y me preparo
Separo lo malo y esquivo cada disparo
Lo que es bueno, lo aparto
Y aunque siempre me tarde
Siempre hago que la...
Marca de Marco te marque
Comienza en un estudio,
Sigue en un estadio
El hiphop yo lo estudio
Te lo dice cualquier sabio
¿Que Mas Yo?
El beat es importante
El flow siempre constante
¿Y Lírica?
Siempre doy bastante
El hiphop es mas grande que la gente se de cuenta
Que esto paga renta pero que la mente no se venda
Le doy gracias al Señor
Por el pan de cada día
Cuando me hizo, El dispuso que yo nunca cambiaría
Y de verdad, yo lo siento
Si a la gente no le gusta lo que hago
Pero mi cerebro no lo apago
Siempre esta despierto y atento a lo que sucede
Y al que no me quiere
Pues , atrás que se quede
Markito puede, pero ¿quien puede con Markito?
Ni esos maricones que me dicen mariquito
Que las mamis vean lo que yo les hago a sus papis
Los elimino de este mundo con la punta de mi lápiz
¿No les gusta mi trabajo?
Que se vayan pa'l carajo
Yo de buena fe les regalo relajo
Y me relajo con un B-L-U-N-T
Así mismo como fue
Y en mis ojos se me ve
Y si critica el criticón pues a Markito no le importa
Desde la Marca de Marco mi estilo lo ahorca
Así nací y seguro que así yo moriré
Y si no sabes yo te digo
Que yo nunca cambiare.
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(MRK)
Cuando escribo, cambio de zona
Cambio de dimensión
Cuando oyes lo que digo, ves la transformación
Ves como me late el corazón, no exagero
Ves la llama de fuego que me hace ese rapero
Ves la diferencia cuando estoy haciendo arte
Ves la persona que tiene que desahogarse
Ves el poeta que vive en mi materia gris
¿Quieres combatir?
Yo, c'mon, nigga please
¿Ves lo que yo digo?
Trata de visualizarlo
Mi fuego esta encendido y no podrás apagarlo
Ves cada palabra todo se vuelve muy gráfico
Ves que con mi labia puedo parar todo el trafico
Y se que te da pánico
Te quita todo el animo
Porque sabes que yo soy verbalmente un maniático
Ves ese micrófono, esta lleno de saliva
Si ahí es que he contado las historias de mi vida
Bienvenidos a mi zona
Aquí es muy peligroso
El maleante te arrincona si ve que eres miedoso
Es la ley del mas fuerte
La calle te lo advierte
Entre la vida y la muerte
Dime ¿cual sera tu suerte? (x2)
(Spictacular)
Bienvenidos a mi zona
La coca y la Corona
La calle es mi esposa, venenosa, peligrosa
Que me cuide, Santa Maria
A mi y mi familia
Y la Zona 6, Santa Cecilia
This is for the gangsters, the thugs and the killers
The crackheads, the dope fiends, the drugs and the dealers
This is the truth and, no, I don't lie
Hustle hard every night 'cuz you know that I try
Mama praying every night, hoping her son won't die
Hurts to see my mama in pain, 'cuz angels don't cry
Mi testimonio, sos ángel o demonio
Bautizado en las balas, de guerrilleros muertos por odio
Mi bandera, se representa a su manera
Por la esquina con el cuete listo en la sudadera
Guatemala, 'til I die, yeah
This is going out to my latinos y chapines en la calle
(Markings)
Muthafucka, I'm gone
All up in the zone
A connoisseur, I don't drink Bacardi Limon
I'm in a different place
Brush off the stardust while I drift in space
Getting cake, plus I'ma harvest what the gifted shapes
Reap and you will sow
You're asleep if you don't know
'Cuz the secrets running deepest, so to speak
Are to and 'fro
The truth lurks behind the shadows in your mind's reaches
My rhyme speech is more colorful than the flyest sneakers
Psychedelic, mic kinetics
Anyone just might could get it
Bite the lead from sniped Berretas
Smite you as your life is deaded
You bet your ass that I'ma keep it rockin'
Big Brother got his Eye on us, the streets are watching
And if the walls that are surrounding me had owned a pair of ears
They would've heard my every utterance
I said it clear
My flow's sharper than a boxcutter
Chop through soft butter
Stick to block-hugging
One yourself, you cocksucker.
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Guatemala, Worldwide
03:30
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(MRK)
Can you feel me?
Guatemala's in the house
Mr. Hoodz esta presente, I'm reppin' it, no doubt
Can you feel me? (x2)
Dicen que mi estilo es una bestia,
Yo soy muy atroz
Whatever man, I'm down con el 5-0-2
Por eso es que un día cuando me hagan reportaje
Te dirán lo que significa mi tatuaje
Guatemala man!
¿Que mas decirte de mi tierra?
Lo primero fuera lo de la eterna primavera
El centro de las Americas aquí esta presente
Por eso festejamos cada 15 de Septiembre
Con Gallo, con Ron Botran o Ron Zacapa
Recuerdos de mi tierra, man, ni uno se me escapa
El lago de Atitlan ,el puerto de San Jose
Mis dias en Guatemala, man
Todos los goce
El panorama de Antigua,
Las calles de Esquipulas
La belleza de mi tierra ves en foto y escrituras
Eso es cierto,
Miren la cadena de volcanes
Miren la naturaleza
Sus paisajes son gigantes
Por si acaso no sabían pues estoy enseñándoles
Su nombre quiere decir "el lugar de muchos arboles"
Y es cierto,
Hemos sufrido bastante
La historia de Guate es algo de tamaño muy grande
Desde el tiempo de los Mayas y su inteligencia
Hasta el 1821, nuestra independencia
Bienvenidos a la tierra de 1 millón de cicatrices
Oíste lo que dije, bueno no lo dramatices
(Markings)
I got a moral obligation to lend my voice to anybody who was stripped of theirs
This message is for the diaspora: we have a mission here
My uncle was a school principal, who gave these Guatemalan kids scholarships
Let me show you what the problem is
The local gang extorted him
Yeah, I know you've gotta live
But a few Quetzales ain't enough to buy a pot to piss
They threatened his wife and daughter
All the faculty and students
Had no choice but to vacate, shit is ruthless
Truth is, they've succeeded, getting us to self-destruct
Femicide's running rampant, the government's corrupt
I thought you were supposed to be these macho tough guys
Instead, you're killing off your own future
Bunch of fucknobs
If you poison the earth in which you plant your seed
You're only cutting your own self short, like an amputee
Combined with brain drain
Where a nation's best and brightest emigrate
And never serve the interests of the places that supplied 'em
It gets wild in the man-made jungles we inhabit
Squalid crack bingers igniting nightly, living savage
It's like I'm on top of El Mirador, I've seen it all
The higher up your perch, the harder it seems to fall
It's our duty to share ideas with those who lack them
To inspire progress, the basic laws of attraction
Guate, I love you though you'll never know
Never slack, it's up to us to set the tone
Let's get it going.
Can you feel me?
Guatemala's in the house
From the black sand beaches to my fam in Izabal
Can you feel me?
Huh?
Can you feel me?
Guatemala, worldwide
Power to the people
Baby, it's your life
Can you feel me?
I know you feel me...
What up?
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El Dia Vendra
04:12
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I spent the last 7 years in a haze
Trapped in a maze
Lost in an ocean of sorrow
I was casted away
Feeling God's wrath scold me like a steaming-hot bath
I had to steer me on-track, slowly
For all these years I caught flak
Over coasting through life and loafing
Borderline overdosing
So many beers I tossed back
Catching contacts, smoking cheeba
My inner demons messing up my whole demeanor
I yearn for freedom
As the world spins on its tilted axis,I'm asking:
What's the purpose and reason
For keeping us at bay and limiting the growth of our people?
The heat beams are magnified beneath the glass ceiling
Making my blood curdle
We jump hurdles only to run circles
Tomorrow's uncertain, so I'm seizing the moment
Keep it and hold it
Fall asleep with it, dormant
Our day's gonna come
Despite the rain, can't ever wash away the rays of the sun
One.
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