Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm in the mouths of too many fools and many others I sweat by my pores, and what anyone talk on forums can sweat my balls I'm light years from your crew of idiots who envy me Who are enraged by me because their girlfriends would fuck me I know it's tough, accept the future and that's it Nobody knows me, but you talk too much and you waste saliva There's no one here who write too chill, I live between real words The one who believes everything is dumber than the one who talks They comment while they smoke "petas-zetas" They want to hit me because they can't deal with my lyrics (Assholes) I'm my own fan, and I make rap because I feel like it (Me!) True that I'm an expert in releasing what I've got inside And it's funny to me to see the panorama Those who are just starting are going to know everything when they don't know anything I've got something that only a few have (Huh?) To show off is to boast only what you can And why not? Every god envies me (Me!) They try to imitate my voice, my flow, and copy my breath Let's see, I'm not over myself (Say what?) I repeat; I have too many clones, but they all ended up failures I say what I think and that's why I'm special Without any fear, even though some want to beat me Shame to have to threaten me because they can't deal with my rap I assume my great responsibility, I influence in your mentality You making rap doesn't equate my handicap And it's normal that rhyming is my greatest passion Your envy is the greatest manifestation of admiration [Chorus] In the mouths of too many I face any lie In the face of too many You believe everything they say In the mouths of too many There's no foolish comments In the mouths of too many Only fools who comment And it's because you can't understand how I'm still around And too many adore me and too many others they mess with me (Ha!) Porta doesn't cut one hair (Hell no!) They don't know why but I know some have anger for me, and some others are jealous I'm an Internet product, rap that goes from mouth to mouth My name is Christian, but you better call me Porta Don't judge me if you don't want to be judged (No) You say I'm not an MC because I don't have my hair shaved? But I have more than six years rapping at least I've learned to speed up, but never to brake down I started recording with a shitty mic like everyone Only that being twelve years old, I didn't want to release my promo Do you think I came out of nowhere? (Nah) I was writing rap at the yard meanwhile the other kids were playing You don't know me, you're wrong about everything about me I don't walk by fans, I consider them friends Ignorance is your biggest flaw (I think) If this isn't rap to you, I'm not sure what your concept is I don't pick who listens to me so anyone can listen to me You by being a closed-minded rapper can jerk me off I seal mouths by norm I got the Rap chromosome I get recorded by Soma, but that only influences my quality Fame is not like y'all think, if y'all look over here there's two extremes: One is from the ones who love you, and the other one from the memers [Chorus] In the mouths of too many I face any lie In the face of too many You believe everything they say In the mouths of too many There's no foolish comments In the mouths of too many Only fools who comment [Verse 3] I've learned too much in these years, more than you think Respect doesn't exist in culture anymore, so forget about it Kill yourself, because you won't be able to deal with me Trying to be the best doesn't mean being a stuck up The lyrics aren't made up, and neither do I rap to hook up Well, I've got a girlfriend, fame overwhelms me and it's not for showing off Not contradictions, ironies I know you would blow for contracts I've rejected You talked about dad and now your mouth is shut They say I'm a monster (Boo!) and that's why I scare folks As long as I like my rap, I'll keep gladly doing it Don't blame me, I write for myself and that's it Y'all going to know what y'all don't know I'm heard by girls, preps, emos, bakalas(ravers), heavies, metalheads, and rappers Goths, skaters, and unidentified folk I'm here because my mixtape stood out the most I'll be honest, I hate la maquina (raver tehcno music) and reggaetón This is rap-pasión, not a hobby, I fucked MCs with my big mixtape You're high to the square level? I'm high to the cubed level Take me to your town, you'll see how much I'll level it up Sorry for talking too much myself but I'm just cool It's odd to me that I'm always in everyone's mouth MCs need to name me to create polemic And to search fame that they can't earn with their mixtape Though I pass by your bullshit, clown My thing is success, and I call your thing failure Thanks to those who support me, and those who don't, well today I know that without y'all I wouldn't be where I am The excuse that you use against me is labelling me something I'm not One tip; inform yourself better, B-Boy [Chorus] In the mouths of too many I face any lie In the face of too many You believe everything they say In the mouths of too many There's no foolish comments In the mouths of too many Only fools who comment