BENDECIDOS (part. Norick, Foyone, Solitario Mondragón, Santa Fe Klan, Akapellah, Al2 (El Aldeano), Toño Lizárraga, Alemán, Kase.O y Canserbero) Santa Suerte (English Translation) Lyrics

Santa Suerte
It’s family, it’s unity
Life itself brings us together
This is Norick from Rapper School
Respect to all the neighborhoods
Tell me, yeo
Cayro is on the beat

It’s about representing
I’m aiming to earn respect
I know that can bother many
You had to be here when there was nothing to eat
Times of earning little and losing a lot

Today you have to see me
I’m from anywhere
Wherever I feel like, I can stay
No problem, my luck will pay off
I worked hard for that to happen, and
I don’t allow anyone to offend me

I had a dream and it was to live as I wanted to be
And I called it with my thoughts
Time is good and rewarded me as it should be
If it didn’t go well for you, man, I’m sorry

With blessings as a shield when bad things happen
Avoiding betrayal like Neomar dodges bullets
There was nothing, I only gained and worked hard
Now my mom has her little house paid off with the plays

It could be lost, it could be won
They can love you, they can hate you
Only God will say what my destiny is
But I don’t forget who cleared the path for me

I lead mine forward wherever I go
Loyalty cannot be bought, the faithful never fail
Those who were there from day one when I had nothing
Are the ones celebrating with me with a full cup

For them, I toast, I bless them, if it weren’t for them
I wouldn’t be celebrating living my dreams
The same dream I’ve had since I was young
Always moving upwards, like the smoke from a log

I toast to no longer seeing the net price of the Jordans
I want to quit, but my dreams bribe me
Many say I’m not a rapper
Because they have no choice when they see me surpassing them

I earned respect without tricks, without money, without stops
I’m not Quintero, but I cost them dearly
Today we have everything, the street was my poem
I’m Latino, that’s why your border is not a problem

I’m a Molotov in the hands of an activist
Another disappeared on that damn list
I sing like Pedro Infante for the pain of my neighborhood
We come from poverty to the big stages

Women in brothels for their daily bread
Bastards shooting to make a living
This is not Alice In Wonderland
This is Mexico, bastards, and long live the family

I count on the blessing of those who love me
That’s why I’m sorry (thank you very much to those who love me)
This is my moment (and to those who don’t, too)

They know I count on (aha)
The blessing of those who love me
That’s why I’m sorry (Santa Fe, they can’t deny)
This is my moment (as it should be)
They have to understand (tell me, Ángel)
Pure Santa Suerte

They took advantage of me and my innocence
That’s when my intelligence went into emergency mode
But thanks to all of this, I have the experience
Music is my salvation, and for my pain, the anesthesia

Who would have thought that all it took was to sing
For my life to change completely because I started to rhyme?

With my notebook and pen, I leave you speechless
In the crazy clinic with a real flow
Shooting lyrics like a machine gun
I have plenty of bullets for anyone who crosses me

The bass drum sounds, the tone drops, I’m with my crew
No crown, no throne
Dark glasses, laid back, XL
Today, the news defames me on TV

Blessed Santa Suerte, beloved rap, nice to meet you
I bring knowledge, whoever wants, come closer
In fifteen years it has given me so many great and important moments
And so transcendent, that I can only thank you

In a scene infected by fake gigolos
My greatest fortune is being able to record with my idols
Let the audience be the ones to decide if I continue or not
I put on my headphones so I don’t hear misunderstandings

Only the real ones believe in you when you start
And very few understand what you think
Things are tense, who would have thought that whole journey
With dishes and turntables, would put food on my table?

A contract on my mind, my record label were my friends
And the only advance that existed was the desire
To cross the Venezuelan border
And take our work to other Spanish-speaking territories
(Tell ’em, AL2)

The neighborhood knows my name, because on the radio I don’t fit
What you think of me, I couldn’t care less
Because my art, yes, is from the streets and yes, it comes from below
I didn’t go through the mainstream, I went through hard work

Inspiration is beautiful like a falling star
And the art of the word is whistling in your heart
It’s a good moment when your neighborhood is crying
To make it clear what you feel, what side you’re on

I’m not a hero or a leader, I’m simply a guy
Who also revealed the dark side of the Caimán
I turned my homeland into a brothel, Fidel Castro, The Scorpion
Spent sixty years poisoning what is bread

When a song is only meant to profit
You listen to it with your hips and dismiss it like waste
But when a song, with heart, is made
To listen to it, you have to put the headphones to your chest

Thank you for the love, for the morals, for the murals
Playing music with class from marginalized neighborhoods
The real ones, those who have a valuable message
Those who speak the truth and never appear on TV
Come on!

I still have strength to fight a thousand battles
For my people, for mine
For those who have already left me

If I fall, I get up
Stronger and braver
Always with my head held high
I’ve proven it to you

(Alemán)
I always give it my all, shoot at me, I don’t hide
I stand up for mine and for my mother, I break myself
Wipe that stupid look off, you’d better do it soon
Because I don’t run from anything or fear anything
I always face things head on

Ready for the fight, no matter what day it is
We always work hard, focused on the idea
We fulfill our task, showing off for everyone to see
Your people only brag, mine always deliver a knockout

These assholes don’t know about respect or morals
So envious that they sneak and deface my mural
It’s not my fault if life keeps treating them badly
They think they’re OGs, but they haven’t done anything original

We started from the bottom with a gray sky
We traveled backpacking all over the country
Now we fill concerts, I feel happy
Everyone wishes they had a little house like me

(Kase. O)
Everyone fell silent and attentively
They saw something different being born, appearing, ah
A new rhythm, a change in mentality
Hip hop was born, thus saving many people (the fucking boss)

Many trends, much evolution
But the spirit remains in every region
Oh, many legends on TV
Of competition and division

Open your eyes, look up, eh
Love music and your family, hey, your crew, hey
We are eternal, hey, shining names, hey
All over the world

I gave you my life, blessed r-a-p
I meditate on the sideline, I have already defeated death
They try to age me, and I return to rejuvenate
How hard it must be to want to see me fail
I have Santa Suerte

Yeah, it’s real hip-hop for all my brothers around
Real people know that I got the sound
Straight from downtown
I have lyrics that I should donate to you, yeah
Let’s see if you can represent correctly

(El campesino)
Oh, look who’s back, on the loose
Out of all the motherfuckers, the most complete
My mother has nothing to do with this
Honest, with friends and enemies
I read somewhere that the latter are more loyal to you, right?

I come back like the phoenix every now and then
My song is icy, like the strength of the cold polar bear in Antarctica
I handle the situation like a Playstation
Too little sky for so much imagination

Perfect for the system, right? That’s the problem
I’m trying to occupy my space under the burning sun
With delusions of kings, and laws for oxen
They come and tell you that you can’t be who you are

Go to hell, buddy, down the drain
If they can, they take the shortcut through their mother’s vagina
High-caliber rap made by tigers, for tigers
And hopefully their rap will free them from my high-caliber rap
‘Cause it’s can, can

I count on the blessing of those who love me
That’s why I’m sorry (yeah, and they know it well)
This is my moment (and they can’t deny it)

And they know I count on (Mexico)
The blessing of those who love me
That’s why I’m sorry (tell me, yeo)
This is my moment (keep your head high)
They have to understand (we are the same race)

This is the essence of Spanish rap (the neighborhood cries)
Straight from the neighborhoods
For everyone (because envy kills)
This is what keeps us alive
(Because envy betrays-na-na-na-na)
Santa Suerte, family
Tell me, Cayro

Cry, the neighborhood cries, the neighborhood cries
Because envy kills
Because envy betrays-na-na-na-na

Cry, the neighborhood cries
Because envy kills
Because envy betrays-na-na-na-na