I represent a Latin Hip-Hop and I breathe it wherever I go
Pure Andean style, cousin, which to this day
It has been an art that is shared and also possessed(?)< br/>A separate point that fights based on self-management
We leave the leather on the pages
My pen spits fire, ink and tears
The great rappers don't walk here in Cadillacs
Many are imprisoned in factories for pesos
The record company is the machine of some partner
Who, through work, set up his home studio
Each concert a hive of sincere people who came to listen
The fight of their guero without ifs and buts
There are experts in painting, dance warriors, without a doubt
Proberos(?) without sheet music and DJs that in the culture they are support
So that these hits and these we have from south to north
To the hip hip da hop, you don't stop!
Real Hip-Hop!
To the hip hip da hop, you don't quit!
Came to rip shit!
I Represent that Hip-Hop original flavor for the digital world
Sick with it, condition so critical, girl
Boys, men, women and children, Hip-Hop, we up on the spot
I got a feeling that it's gonna be a good night
Today Was A Good Day
Tomorrow drown your sorrows in the music of the DJ
Now listen to what we say, andale, andale
Hurry in the display, you feel it when you're far away
Music for the present, past and the future
Fresh meeting your class, audio for computers, uh
Radio turntables, you know that we are able
We get it in, out to win, yo', without a label
Independent, underground or commercial sound
We put it down when we in your town, uh
Akil the MC live, yo' we keep it raw
Represent the real from LA out to Bogota
(Colombia)
To the hip hip da hop, you don't stop!
Real Hip-Hop!
To the hip hip da hop, you don't quit!
Came to rip shit!
To the hip hip da hop, you don't stop!
Real Hip-Hop!
To the hip hip da hop , you don't quit!
Came to rip shit!

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