Desde Sevilla Hasta Tu Tierra

From Seville to Your Land

I think I was born in '80 from a Mazinger manga, Mazinger commands, in '77 it's already known that Zatu is around, who stands up the gang that smells like Puig's lavender, how good is the band that stops here for the night.
Maintaining the status Miguelli, Mazinger Zatu, Action Sánchez technique I taste, cut you I do Rap on mix tapes, LP's, DJ's, MC's mathematical Break's, flow, you think you can play and don't see, I have thanked god, for having hands and fingers, for having 3 egos and having kept my faith, for making me see the moon and the stars, to be able to follow its trail where I left my mark is where I let myself fall, today I bring you the flavor, my mouth spits vapor, for my people I bring love with Microphone Check A, if you seek Mecca, on the track, Rap, Scratch, Always Strong DK don't blame the CHACHACHA, screw you, the tunnel rap is not comparable to the Fu-Gees from Fu-Gee-la, B-Boys who don't do it, you don't know what it's like to be a Gangsta now, a rasta, a crazy life dad, I turn your ideas into ephemeral criteria, serious Rap I place myself first in my hemisphere, in stereo, you will know how I cut and prune you, I protect my ass and screw I already know half and way and screw.
Today I raise my fists for leisure, Mazinger Zatu cuts you, I prefer a tattoo on the rust, rapping releasing monoxide, toxic, robotic amazing I handle the lexicon, today Rap in Spanish is not only done in New Mexico. Seville is the capital that humiliates anorexic Rap, a success that was born on the asphalt, the clouds always stay low when I fly high, lady my dog is an animal not a killer and it's not me but his son who gets fancy, who has names and surnames José Cocaino, try with another because not me.
[CHORUS] Always, up, strong, bastards with luck with teeth, bastards with Reste is, Pino Montano today smells like war, Pino Montano brings the style from Seville to your land.
Hey Miguelli, fame, money, they ask if you can do it like this, if you can talk about Handikan without X, I can talk about metro rap, gold series, does it seem easy? No one teaches me to do it like that.
I keep hearing a mixed master making mix-tape, I remain faithful I insist, has anyone seen someone like Christ like an alien? Is it possible to create a style and not have it plagiarized? Cover up before you get infected, I just look for a little fire my love the word Hardcore has become old-fashioned for me, I have broken molds, I have overflowed, overflowing at the edge, today there are no boats left to board me, I am a rhythm pirate, a Mazinger on the edge of the abyss, I look at tomorrow but live in the present, tell me no, when we offer you crap, tell me, let's see if the 'moi' remembers, tell me what the offer of the day is to see what style I buy, crab style or spinning top style I break it, I pass the cloth you pass the soon and suck mine even harder face idiot, I make it easy, beautiful, agile, graceful, Always Strong 2000 second easy missile, like a vein in the neck, mission to live from it, I am the punisher of CDs I am a dealer, don't try that you get addicted Oliver and Kase-o have always delighted me, Alicia in the land of malice, then goes crazy in the land of greed. The story changes the name, seems immune come smoke, everything is assumed when consumed tell me no, Miguelli sanz and Mazinger Zatu, kid cut you I taste.
One, two, I see two where I see two, intoxicated by fame they devour the method, my soul suffers the exodus, I spit CO2, connect it who prunes? Who cuts? Represent it Always Strong Miguelli not B.I.G super magic, doing the dirty version of this like A.G in a perfect world of exact men I the imperfect but act, insane ego I reveal.
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