¿Me dices a Mí?

[Letra de "¿Me dices a mí?"]

[Intro]
Oh! Oh, shit
This shit is so fucking [?]
One two, one two... you
¿Me dices a mí?
C'mon man

[Verso 1]
I do believe the way I sound
Polishing my rhymes
You´re getting demolished
By the illest flow in the spanish underground
Making shit happen with the pen
Rappin like crazy... this shit it´s dedicated to Kase
Aight bitches, who´re you talking trash about?
Bout time I crashed the spot
Hip hop just blew the fuck out!
My name Cres, my punchlines fresh
Get depressed
Laughing out loud at those that think they´re the best
Who? You will beat me? Defeat me?
Not even with your whole crew!
You gotta a clue of who the fuck I am?
I'm too sick B-Boy. Ready to kill toys, to make noise
2 double 0 9 got that BOOM like Royce...
And Premo. I'm on the cut with M-Phazes, good gracious!
You gonna fucking flip when you face this
It's nobody else but me on the m-i-c
Unique when I speak
When i spit, feel the ecstasy, mothafucka!

[Coro/Sample]
[?]
Cres One, [?]

[Verso 2]
I dislike the jealousy, the envy
Those wanna be mc's
They got 0% of attitude, their heart is empty
The ones that criticize behind the screen and the keys
With a fake nick...
Fake peeps in this business is a bad disease
Those girls you show look beautiful in your video clip
But that's what you need to do to sell
Coz your style ain't shit
The script gets flipped so please forgive me
I might light a spliff, but never sniff like Whitney
I need live rappers that don't need coke to get pumped
For me is more than enough the crowd
And when a beat gets dropped
For you not, then we might have a different view
Now I understand, always B.S. in every interview
You got the money, cars and bitches... but not real props
I got rhymes that put in your self esteem speeches
I'm true to myself, to the kids and always will be
Fuck crack. I don't pack steel... still feel me?

[Coro/Sample]
[?]
Cres One, [?]

[Verso 3]
At this point I'm destroying the wax
See the capacity I've got to flow on a track
To chop your platinum plack
Just fell in my trap
Too many wacks wanna rap…
No nothing about the elements
That's why they got written over by this cat!
Like Cap did back in the days
There was a Styles War going-on on the rail with the spray
I do it with respect with my verses, no curses
I got a rep and represent dawg!
Now you know who the first is…
So ill… for you is unreal when I spread my skill
I drill you with words
An overdose of flows spilled with will…
They seal mouths, for me is natural
Tight like the battles of Craig G, Juice and Supernatural… (like)
...Top-to-bottoms, whole trains, end-to-ends
Bboy cyphas, DJ's… it all has sense
Influenced by life and specially 2
As far as the music goes… this one's for you!

[Outro]
Mira, este tema está dedicado a dos de las personas que más me influenciaron cuando empecé a escribir: Javier Ibarra, probablemente el pilar más sólido del rap en castellano, no lo dudes, y a mi hombre, Rafa 205, MC, beatmaker y escritor de los pies a la cabeza, puro talento; descansa en paz