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Las Cartas Sobre La Mesa

Time to clear doubts, to speak out has come,
to call things by their name, put the cards on the table.
 
Well, I'll tell you a true story, had a fan
before the era of Facebook, long ago.
He managed to find my mail to contact,
I added the "messenger" of Microsoft can you imagine?
talk much, almost nonstop, I started calling
human, but fondly machine gun, really.
Was excited because I admired, it was normal,
I took affection to the child and as a brother I'd started trying.
He sent me letters and songs, were a disaster,
common in someone who had just begun,
I taught him what he knew about metrics and rap
and very happy I started to implement the kid.
He came to Madrid with his parents to visit a relative,
I opened the doors of my house and my studio without hesitation,
took pictures, are the network, you can find,
as the subjects q gave me pure love fan.
They spent days, months, years, and it was not bad.
Had pasta and a study could afford.
They hit a couple of his songs, notably on the Internet,
you will rose and began to change.
I was a M.C. controversial, fiché with Universal,
monopolized most hatreds sympathies in rap,
and that muchaho defending me in forums months ago
denied that I was his main influence.
He showed me his subjects with pride, invited me to review,
"You freshness, the pace did not take evil"
He must have thought that everything would be flattery, nothing more,
but by respect and friendship I told the truth.
The thematic lack veriedad, you're going to please
the purist and your macho letter makes me vomit.
He did not like what he heard and started to drive away,
"It's just a kid," I thought, "I will not have in mind, and will mature ..."
 
* You can try to deceive others,
you can even lie to you, my ever.
I know exactly how you really are,
"Poor guy, fame has not given you happiness ..."
You can smile, get disguise,
do you see it does not affect what others think,
how sad irony, living a life on the defensive
and so every day, and every day.
 
 
It erased me from your contacts that did not suit him,
because I said I wanted to hear, like most,
cared because its image than a friendship,
and my picture was not good between rap purists
Time passed, I went scalding Universal
because there was no thought just shit and swallow.
He entered, changed the tide coincidence?
his contract was better, we can not deny.
But it's ironic, he struggled to please a collective
losing people treated him well on the way,
and only managed to be repudiated and persecuted
for those to whom (gulp), what cruel fate ...
Shortly after we agree on the network,
he was fuc***, had suffered a setback,
was successful, but the rapper burned her rejection
and in their ways and each letter is reflected.
  Me and was not outraged,
I was alone and needed some ally.
"No hard feelings," I, of course, I held out my hand,
I thought the experience had taught him something.
I approached the rapper's haters area
knowing that I put in the spotlight,
is that I care more faithful to me and people
around me that "what people say" most.
I invited him to collaborate on theme and music video
for long play in that year I set out.
There were several artists involved were
and one day before the shoot he left us all planted.
I changed the dates what could I do?
I now know that I was too lenient perhaps,
then I justified their ways,
"Fame has come early since mature ..."
 
  * You can try to deceive others,
you can even lie to you, my ever.
I know exactly how you really are,
"Poor guy, fame has not given you happiness ..."
You can smile, get disguise,
do you see it does not affect what others think,
how sad irony, living a life on the defensive
and so every day, and every day.
 
He invited me to collaborate on his next work,
I immediately put piecework,
super pro, to deliver everything on time and relaxation,
I left the skin to a letter from hell.
I ordered to produce the beat for the feat
and another issue that got a chorus.
My surprise was tremendous when I saw that in the credits
back cover on the topic I did not show.
I did not invent, everyone knows what this is and can be checked,
although some people try to deny the obvious.
To know he had not allowed, but I
I found out later because the disk was gone (and meanwhile ...)
when the seal had already closed the trackist,
the kid came up to prepare a big hit
with the voice of a diva to adduce melody
and a letter that came to many people, and I said yes
Your producer said "no if someone does not let the pasta"
but if we did not, we had the artist.
(I) believed in the idea and worked nonstop
I knew the potential that could be developed.
On hearing the result the multinational
He understood that it was a great single and wanted to bet.
and the Jewish fatter than before did not want to imply.
handled the kid and let me out without blinking.
And not only that, but the hyena of its production (cough)
I wanted to steal the copyright rights author
to pay a musician who works with him in the shade,
because it is a fraud and has no idea or do what a Mayor.
An average of hip hop asked me what
knew this rapper and why collaborated with him.
I told the truth, I justified it to me, I did not refuse him
Judas, which long ago made me him.
I received an email him accusingly
"Who the hell cares if before you admired or not?"
with unbridled ego and denying the past
It broke my patience, for your environment misguided.
Nevertheless, I tried to be smart.
I ate the dirt and pulled forward.
I walked away knowing that the vultures were going to skin,
and not for kid, is that lacks personality ...
 
* You can try to deceive others,
you can even lie to you, my ever.
I know exactly how you really are,
"Poor guy, fame has not given you happiness ..."
You can smile, get disguise,
do you see it does not affect what others think,
how sad irony, living a life on the defensive
and so every day, and every day.
 
Years ago you do not know and do not know anything about your rap,
and a friend showed me your tiradera, what fatality!
Normally this shit I do not,
but did not have a good day, "I'm sorry for you, kid."
I warned there would be consequences, there they go !,
My word has weight, I will not back down,
Do you want pacts of silence? I have nothing to hide,
now you deny me because you know you should not play.
Assumes responsibility.
For silly, you entered this storm alone.
You put the mechanism of this machine to spin,
now crying because the roller is behind.
You will find out about me was no appetite, I promise,
your three uniquely themed bore the dead,
but I am a professional, I always document
up to smash an ass and make an example.
Do not be surprised that you pass these things in your lyrics
You're almost always disrespecting others.
With your voice spears repetitive negativity,
call it karma but logic, you get what you give.
all day giving explanations must exhaust,
repeating; "I do not care what anybody says"
but you say it so many times that you must import,
basic psychology ... and bored to sofas,
you see ... your beef is shit in the musical,
if you do not know, do not try humming why?
Da grima listen to you and your showgirl no slouch
that making mouth I do not call singing.
You throw the stone and hide behind
falsehood and awkward explanations you give.
Just hearing a check yours interview
your cowardice, not defend nor your pseudoverdad.
 
* You can try to deceive others,
you can even lie to you, my ever.
I know exactly how you really are,
"Poor guy, fame has not given you happiness ..."
You can smile, get disguise,
do you see it does not affect what others think,
how sad irony, living a life on the defensive
and so every day, and every day.
 
If his pants fell by old school, you suck.
Need to acceptance even mistreated.
Your producer will have strapped and muzzle
even if your bitch and you will criticábais well behind.
And it is as mean as you behave with others ...
let me owe paste did you forget it?
and how to allow some to carry with you is the most
henpecked, I feel sorry to remember.
How many things you do because your girlfriend will be angry?
You pouting and steals your will.
I have seen with my eyes, you controlled anger,
in person you are very weak, malleable, loose ...
You move the fear of anger,
fear of what people say, the fear of not being accepted into the rap,
the fear that anyone who approaches you is because they want to abuse your fame,
so tried to kick over an MC that you really appreciated.
You move the fear of losing
to respect you've never gotten to have,
Poor wretch! live scared, all conditioned,
I wonder if you ever do something for pleasure ...
However, I dare you're talking on your network and rap
or in a show when you attack and take safety
down the street you go with fear that you depart the teeth,
you loved me close in places where many people.
Need a humbling,
I stay at home even though I know you're not going to change,
have hairs in the eggs and you behave like
the louse of yesteryear, but come later.
You say you copied but where did you hear this breath?AH !,
rapidillos you try to do sometimes, where did you get the inspiration?
the thief everyone is like him believe,
paranoid, you think you suffer persecution.
Have many more fans than me, unquestionably,
It is true, some have also pasta and luck,
but you know not appreciate, you focus on the haters
and why you live bitter, it's so obvious ...
Have fame and pasta and I do not have change for you.
I look in the mirror without complexes, happy,
you are not only unprincipled and identity,
is that lie more you talk, is meanness.
 
* You can try to deceive others,
you can even lie to you, my ever.
I know exactly how you really are,
"Poor guy, fame has not given you happiness ..."
You can smile, get disguise,
do you see it does not affect what others think,
how sad irony, living a life on the defensive
and so every day, and every day.
 
And I end up with something you've never done,
criticism and apologize for doing evil.
Knowing what had been shut elegant,
I have been cruel to have chosen to explode.
I was tired of holding,
doubts about me questions, and I wanted to expound,
although I know that all this has to import me
and to do so is a sign of weakness (I know).
However, writing this letter was cathartic
albeit heavy as swim across the Atlantic,
and I agree that there is something of a sadist in this text
and even Machiavellian, I know that the illness is media.
I can not finish without apologize to your fans
they do not know who you are and think you're special,
and understand that this hurts so bestial attack,
sorry for them, not for you, you deserve this and more.
 
* You can try to deceive others,
you can even lie to you, my ever.
I know exactly how you really are,
"Poor guy, fame has not given you happiness ..."
You can smile, get disguise,
do you see it does not affect what others think,
how sad irony, living a life on the defensive
and so every day, and every day.
 
All right! I am Santaflow, on guitar and bass, Santaflow,
keyboards, rhythm and production, Santaflow,
vocals, choirs and texts, Santaflow.
I never hide myself of what I write and you know where I live.
This is RED, from Magnos Enterprise, my fuc*** business are you ...?
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