I am not a musician nor do I sing, I just rap
But I say more than you, with your theory and solfège
I am the one who breaks the harmony
If words were notes
My verses would be symphonies
There are no pretensions in my work
I am what skaters listen to while doing tricks
I am not square, I am multifaceted
I am what boxers listen to
Before stepping into the ring
We are the fusion
We are a different combination that provokes discussion
To give you a general definition
Calle 13 is transsexual
It is the mix of more than one musical genre
Where our literary format aims
To make short stories in the form of rap
That everyone understands
Some get offended
Because I go beyond their dumb faces
I reflect what mirrors do not reflect

I see critics with optimism
They dedicate more time to my life
Than to their own
Their brains are slow
Their intellectual movement is like a sailboat without wind
With just a play on words divided like Frida
I delve deep into their resentful lives
Because my rhymes are movie-like
And grandly great
But divided into syllables they can be dan-gerous

If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, it doesn't fit them anyway
Cat that advances, dog that barks
Cat that advances, dog that barks
If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, it doesn't fit them anyway
Cat that advances, dog that barks
Cat that advances, dog that barks

Some psychopaths have me in martial court
According to the rules of the "Association of Social Music"
I am supposed to grow a long beard, have an ugly wife
Sell crafts and live in a village
I am supposed to renounce my passport
And everything I buy should come from North Korea
Once I recorded in Miami, but I am not supposed to go back
The music of my album I have to record from the jungle
I can't use the internet, at least that's what I assume
I am supposed to communicate through smoke signals
If I fight for the poor, economically the lower class
I can't charge for my work
I can't have money in my hands
And if I charge something, I have to exchange it for Cuban pesos
And when I go to pay for my house in installments
I can't because in my neighborhood they only accept dollars, idiot!
What is the script?
If I fight for those who lack education
Do I have to be illiterate?
That's why I am multi-trillionaire, I am so millionaire
That I just bought the whole damn alphabet
It's hard to find the muse out there
Because now all the letters work for me
Thanks to this, literarily there is a shipwreck
I am the culprit that Bob Dylan was accused of plagiarism

If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, it doesn't fit them anyway
Cat that advances, dog that barks
Cat that advances, dog that barks

If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, it doesn't fit them anyway
Cat that advances, dog that barks

I want to fight against the Vietnam War while it explodes
And like Lennon, protest in New York from the Dakota
I also want to do like Pope Francis
While I talk about the poor, I collect tithes with my records
Or like Bob Marley, when he left his land
And recorded his most famous album with his settlers in England
I want to be like them, be well off financially
And in the eyes of the people, still be consistent

If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, it doesn't fit them anyway
Cat that advances, dog that barks
Cat that advances, dog that barks

If you knew what I think of you
You would speak worse of me
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, it doesn't fit them anyway
Cat that advances, dog that barks
Cat that advances, dog that barks

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