Resurección (English Translation)

[Intro]
Porta!
Oh!
In the mouths of too many!
You motherfuckers love to talk!
This motherfucker is too lively!
Directly from Barna City (Barcelona)
In the mouths from too many! (in 2008!)
Die (you sons of bitches), I'm going to break your fucking neck!
My name is Porta, fucking learn it!
Prepare yourself!
You love to talk, right?!
You love to talk, right?!
In the mouths of too many!

[Verse ; Porta]
Each song I write it by vocation (I'm going) from your eardrums trough your heart
I put attention to it, restless precision, I call rap-pasión to the verses I throw
I create emotions with Rap, age doesn't matter because there's no trick here, sirs
Neither secrets nor mistakes, I don't know what fear is, I get endorsed by a couple of balls
I sound elegant, different in mouths from too many people
It's shocking, I'm the responsible from causing too many emotions with a pair of phrases
Without rush, but without pause, the reason of R-A-P
I know it fucks you that the kid you hate striked a master hit with this LP (Okay?)
Too much is so little time, he was calmed between too many incidents
From Barna Capital, kid, to the end of the world
And the seisms, and curls of Bisbal begin to tremble
If you want you can try to kill mw, even though I'm not mortal
Assume the consequences because truths always hurt
Those who speak the most are always the one who could do less (Okay?)
I might not be a rapper, but even less a preppy boy (Huh?)
I consider myself an MC, and more the moving the masses, I also command them