Hey everyone! this is my entry for week #7: https://x.com/moneynosystem/status/1777807426231652779

Por aquí otra vez, con un tema que grabé hace unos meses. Lo divertido fue que en esta oportunidad pude tener una mejor edición gracias a un gran amigo Ronald, a quien espero convencer de sumarse a Hive y participar en estos concursos también.

Here again, with a song I recorded a few months ago. The great part is that this time I was able to have a better edition thanks to my great friend Ronald, who I hope to convince to join Hive and participate in these contests as well.

"No sé si le creo" la escribí pensando en los momentos que veo la “música” o el “rap” como otro ser y me habla, me dice que soy bueno, que siga haciéndolo, etc . Fue en un espasmo de inspiración cuando grabábamos y traté de dar respuesta ante esa duda existencial del por qué hacemos las cosas.

"I don't know if I believe her" I wrote the lyrics thinking about the moments when I see "music" or "rap" as another being and it speaks to me, tells me that I'm good, to keep doing it. It was a spasm of inspiration when we were recording and I tried to give an answer to that existential doubt of why we do things.

Letra:

Pa la música on, prendo mi blunt ,
se pega y piensa que es una glock
Le escribi y te choteo,
sorry bro ,
ando slow, en los ojos stop ,
escribo y se apaga tu show
Tu envidia de lejos se nota,
te regalo la torta, no me sacio ponme otra,
se vuelve loca
Me dice que conmigo no puede,
que no pierda papeles y yo no los pierdo,
coleccionando recuerdos y unos cuantos sapos de esos
Le doy y acelero,
es cuando yo quiero, pierdes por cero ,
en la cancha soy cueto ,
mis rimas son balas a tu cerebro,
No me alcanzan si quiero..
No me alcanzan si quiero..
Siendo sincero, así bien sincero… yo no soy rapero
Pero quiero esto,
pásame le fuego, su ego lo quemo ,
distinto al resto lo sabe ese resto
Sumando esos ceros desde pequeño ,
lo siento, no estoy para juegos
y me besa por eso, le encanta el veneno,
me dice que soy bueno, que sere el primero ,
y no sé si le creo,
me lleva el tempo.

Lyrics:
For music on, I turn on my blunt ,
he got stuck and thinks it's a glock.
I wrote to him and he rejected you,
sorry bro ,
I'm slow, in the eyes stop,
I write and your show goes off
Your envy from afar is noticeable,
I'll give you the cake, I can't get enough, give me another one,
she goes crazy
She tells me that she can't do it with me,
that I shouldn't lose the papers and I don't lose them,
collecting souvenirs and a few of those toads
I give it to her and speed up,
It's when I want it to be, you lose by zero,
I'm cueto on the court,
my rhymes are bullets to your brain,
They're can't catch me if I want...
They're can't catch me if I want...
Being sincere, very sincere... I'm not a rapper.
But I want this,
Pass me the fire, I burn your ego,
Different from the rest, the rest knows it
Adding up those zeros since I was a kid,
I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood for games
And she kisses me for it, she loves the poison,
And tells me that I'm good, that I'll be the first,
and I don't know if I believe her,
The tempo got me.

Translation: DeepL translate
Photography and Lyrics: Por mí /By myself
English is not my native language, I apologize for possible errors in the translation.