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Yo, this is Lito MC Cassidy (Y El Polacan...) Representando a La Industria (Woooo!) 1-9-9-8 (Polacan...) Come on, ya... Come on, yo... Sin temor a morir Sin temor a morir, it's on ya' Sin temor a morir Sin temor a morir, it's on Corre la voz, corre la voz Que Bebe es un tecato Y de La Industria es un mamon, ya Corre la voz, corre la voz Que Baby Shabba despreció pues mujeres wipio "The World is Mine" como Montana To' el que a mi me tira en mi bolas hace campanas Llevo Mariajuana presente en la semana Porque me empila, me motiva y me llena de ganas Check-It, no es mi culpa si Bebe es un "Teki" Si juega con drogas como si fuera un Confetti Rasta, si se trata de Renacer Yo soy tu "Taita" Dizke cojo un buche de "Alcallao" Pporque me hartas, motherfucker Polaco es el que mata 1 punto 50 Matando ratas, matando ratas, matando ratas Yo! Yo! Baby Shabba, por una palitroque te trepabas Y cantabas, solamente eso cobrabas Baby Shabba, Baby Shabba Por un cigarrillo tu wipiabas Y te arrodillabas pidiendo daga Y te cagabas Cuando el Polaco te hablaba Y te advertía Que si te metías no verías el sol salir De "Un Nuevo Día" Y a sangre fría El Oso Polar le mete, reparto fuete Y me lo maman Los Jinetes (Yo, Yo!) (Fuego!) Sin temor a morir Sin temor a morir, it's on ya' Sin temor a morir Sin temor a morir, it's on Corre la voz, corre la voz Que Bebe es un tecato Y de La Industria es un mamon, ya Corre la voz, corre la voz Que Baby Shabba despreció pues mujeres wipio Yo! Te digo Isla casino Del Hip-Hop soy la prisión de Ginni Florentino Cuellos figos Y prosigo No pueden conmigo Luchar contra mi es como un gato contra un Pit-Bull Siente el impulse-pull canta MC Cassidy el Rey de la música hampa Bebe, Nieto y Faze, Industrial es la trampa Ser Jinetes, no los convierte en bandoleros Sino en cuatreros Sientan la lirica duplex Mortal, de este mosquetero Se quedan en cero, when is Time To Kill Voy partiendo caras, como rompe aros Shaquille El Notty se quedo en un viaje Por rumores del Mansion Crew Que su culo, era una estación de peaje So fuck that! Llegaron los reyes del Hip-Hop Lito MC Cassidy y el Pola El Pola... Aight... Yo, Yo Yo! C'mon! Corre la voz, corre la voz Que Bebe es un tecato Y de La Industria es un mamon, ya Corre la voz, corre la voz Que Baby Shabba despreció pues mujeres wipio Sin temor a morir Sin temor a morir, it's on ya' Sin temor a morir Sin temor a morir, it's on Lito MC Cassidy Y el Pola (Polacan...) Para DJ Frank It's Time To Kill OG Black en la casa (Represent!) Yeah, yeah! (Word is bond!) Aight (Word is bond!) Fuck That! (Word is bond, motherfuckers!) Yeah... (Woooo...) (Haha...)
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Meaning of "Corre La Voz" by Lito y Polaco
The track opens with a declaration of fearlessness: "Sin temor a morir," repeated as a mantra. This sets a defiant tone, immediately establishing a confrontational atmosphere. The core of the narrative then kicks in with "Corre la voz, corre la voz," a call to spread rumors and insults. The lyrics paint a picture of internal conflict and dissension within a group called "La Industria," targeting individuals like Bebe and Baby Shabba with accusations of drug use and promiscuity. The central tension revolves around establishing dominance and reputation within this scene. The narrator, Lito MC Cassidy, along with "El Polaco," positions themselves as powerful figures, "matando ratas" and warning rivals. There's a clear us-versus-them mentality, with the narrator boasting about his lyrical prowess and resilience, comparing himself to a Pit-Bull against a cat. The repeated phrase "Sin temor a morir" isn't just about physical death, but about the death of reputation and influence in their world. A striking element is the raw, almost brutal imagery used to degrade opponents. Accusations of "wipio" (likely meaning being easily manipulated or subservient) and begging for "daga" (a dagger, perhaps symbolizing desperation or a willingness to do anything) are hurled at Baby Shabba. The narrator's own self-aggrandizement is equally vivid, claiming to be the "Rey de la música hampa" and comparing his lyrical impact to Shaquille O'Neal breaking hoops. This aggressive wordplay is designed to intimidate and assert superiority. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unflinching aggression and the specific, often crude, details used to tear down rivals. The constant repetition of "Corre la voz" and "Sin temor a morir" creates a relentless, almost hypnotic rhythm that underscores the narrator's determination. It's a raw display of lyrical combat, where reputation is currency and verbal attacks are the weapons of choice, aiming to leave listeners with a sense of the high stakes and brutal nature of this particular hip-hop landscape.
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