'99

(You wanna, you wanna)

(You wanna send a message, message, message)

(Like this yo, you wanna send a message, drama)

(Drama, put the beat down, beat down, one time)

(Mr. Y-O-Y-O dojo, they think that I beat down)

El año 1999, en Caracas sonaba La corte y 187

Daba mis primeros trazos en las paredes

Me iniciaba en el breakin', escuchaba Dilated

Eran los tiempos de Larkin y Cal Ripken

Los Pistons de Thomas, los Bulls con Scottie Pippen

Usaba monos Adidas y Hilfiger

Apenas soltaba rimas, hasta que llegó Dann **** (My ****)

Pisé mi primera tarima, crew con la mano arriba

La negra el primera fila (Yeah)

Remembranzas que te empañan la pupila

Al saber que ahora soy la voz de América Latina (I'm illest)

Son más de quince desde entonces

He pasado del boombap, al drumless, al concious

I'm still on the top y no creo que me alcancen

Lo juro por la memoria del cáncer (Ajá)

All my ninjas in hell, from here to over there

Let me see you break your neck and put your hands in the air

All my ninjas in hell, from here to over there

Let me see you break your neck and put your hands in the air

It's the Y-O-Y-O dojo, the clique that I rep, uh

Original vulva pants (Yeah)

Huele a spray cuando tengo el mic

You know what I'm about, el orgullo del underground, out

Oye la buena mierda, sounds like a Maybach

Pasé noches en vela, now I'm gettin' the payback

A rap god? Maybe, but a hip hop saver

Conservador del Latino flavour (For real)

You understand the message? Solo recuédalo

Wanna beef with CMS, mejor piénsalo

We keep in fight, baja vida for life

Graffiti writers goin' wild for the night (Wild for the night)

Preparen sus dispositivos auditivos

I'm ready to blast como sólo Guru lo dijo

We bring the drama, somos los dueños del sonido

The realest know that I'm a b-boy que lo mantiene vivo

You fake rappers, you ain't stop us

We'll make it happen, keep it classic for the real hip hoppers

You fake rappers, you ain't stop us

We'll make it happen, keep it ill, for the real, real

All my ninjas in hell, from here to over there

Let me see you break your neck and put your hands in the air

All my ninjas in hell, from here to over there

Let me see you break your neck and put your hands in the air

It's the Y-O-Y-O dojo, the clique that I rep, uh

Original vulva pants

Huele a spray cuando tengo el mic

You know what I'm about

You had to have the goods coming in your pockets

To be able to afford this Ralph back then

Or you boosted it like these low life cats used to do

That's some real history, that's like the late '80s, early '90s