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Amancio

Desde el colegio te enseñaron que la libertad no existe
No pienses diferente de lo que el profesor dice
Tú eliges, ética o religión
Te enseñaran lo que quiere el gobierno o lo que pierde Dios

Quieres vivir la vida de esa imbécil de mierda
Con más complejos que vergüenza
Que enmascara su soledad con vídeos en la disco
Y te hace a ti sentirte mal por no perder dos kilos

O tal vez intentas imitar a ese mongolo
Que cree que la vida te la da el dinero porque ha echado dos polvos

Analfabetos por decisión
Faltándole al respeto
A esa generación
Que sin coger un libro
Logró ser libre
Sin tener líder
Ya no nos sirve
La excusa burda
Que no es posible
Cambiar la curva
Invertir el orden
Estudios de lujo
Conciencia pobre

Yo no agradezco a un millonario
Que con lo que sobra de lo que ha robado
Intente lavar su consciencia y sus pecados
Mientras explota a niños cosiendo zapatos
Y no olvides, estando en su tienda
Que con todo esto le ha devuelto Hacienda
La maniobra perfecta
Los borregos peleándose entre ellos
Y Amancio y Florentino, los bolsillos llenos

Vete al campo a cagarte en los muertos
Del que no corre, con la barriga hasta el borde del asiento
Y por favor si es negro, recuérdaselo, no tiene espejos.
Putos racistas, comedme los huevos

Aquí todo el mundo va de progre
Pero ves a dos mujeres de la mano y estallan rumores
La tolerancia es puto postureo barato
Y cuando ven el ascenso de Vox les asombran los datos

Si es que os lo habéis buscado
Disfrazaron el legado de la dictadura en las instituciones
Con nombres molones, transición,
Y a esa palabra le sobra la ene y la ese. Pienso yo

Yo no creo en la corona
Ni venero a un rey que no se asoma
Por un barrio corriente
Porque sabe que la gente
No le rinde gloria
Ese sí sería un referéndum que cambie la historia

Condenamos los delitos de los libros
Pero los repetimos.
Condenamos las armas, no las permitimos
Aunque si nosotros las vendemos ya no es lo mismo

Hipocresía, doble moral, la realidad de nuestra era
Repletos de vanidad y de cadenas
Leen a Srta Beibi y creen que leen poemas
Hazle un favor a tu madre y lee Lope De Vega

Desde que se fue el Can, no veo rap que despierte
Está de moda, no hablar de nada y conseguir billetes
No vaya ser que lo que digas, despierte a consciencias dormida
Y nos cambie la suerte

Y se que esta canción no sonará en la radio
No se hará viral, porque es verdad to lo que os he contado
Y preferís vivir la vida sin pensar anestesiados
Y el día que llegue la muerte pensad: ¿Algo ha cambiado?

Amancio

From school, they taught you that freedom doesn't exist.
Don't think any differently than what the teacher says.
You choose, ethics or religion.
They'll teach you what the government wants or what God loses.

You want to live the life of that stupid bitch
With more complexes than shame,
Who masks her loneliness with videos at the disco
And makes you feel bad about not losing two kilos.

Or maybe you try to imitate that moron
Who thinks money gives you life because he's had sex a couple of times.

Illiterates by choice,
Disrespecting
That generation
That without picking up a book
Managed to be free
Without a leader.
It no longer serves us,
The crude excuse
That it's not possible
To change the curve,
Invert the order,
Luxury studies,
Poor conscience.

I don't thank a millionaire
Who with what's left over from what he's stolen
Tries to wash his conscience and his sins
While exploiting children sewing shoes.
And don't forget, while you're in his store,
That with all this he's paid back the Treasury.
The perfect maneuver:
The sheep fighting amongst themselves
And Amancio and Florentino, their pockets full.

Go to the countryside and shit on the dead,
The one who doesn't run, with his belly to the edge of the seat,
And please if he's black, remind him, he doesn't have mirrors.
Fucking racists, suck my balls.

Everyone here pretends to be progressive,
But you see two women holding hands and rumors explode.
Tolerance is cheap fucking posturing,
And when they see the rise of Vox, they're astonished by the data.

You've brought this upon yourselves.
They disguised the legacy of the dictatorship in institutions
With cool names, transition,
And that word has one too many Ns and Ss. I think.

I don't believe in the crown,
Nor do I venerate a king who doesn't show his face
In an ordinary neighborhood
Because he knows that people
Don't give him glory.
That would be a referendum that would change history.

We condemn the crimes of the books,
But we repeat them.
We condemn weapons, we don't allow them,
But if we sell them, it's not the same.

Hypocrisy, double standards, the reality of our era,
Full of vanity and chains.
They read Srta Beibi and think they're reading poems.
Do your mother a favor and read Lope De Vega.

Since Can left, I haven't seen rap that awakens,
It's fashionable not to talk about anything and get bills.
Don't let what you say awaken sleeping consciences
And change our luck.

And I know this song won't play on the radio,
It won't go viral, because everything I've told you is true,
And you prefer to live life without thinking, anesthetized,
And the day death arrives, think: Has anything changed?