
Grasa Sagrada by Diógenes
[Intro] [Music: Sound of heavy rain and thunder. The hiss of boiling oil. A metallic beat starts: CLANK-BOOM-CLANK. A deep bass drone.] [Diógenes - Spoken, raspy and dark] Se nubló, bo. The sky is crying acid. Prendé el fuego. Calentá la grasa. Let the ritual begin. (Distorted Guitar Scream!) [Verse 1] [Style: Gritty Rap Flow - Spanglish] Eleven hours trapped in the belly of the beast, The traffic jam is a demon, looking for a feast. The system wants me broken, hungry, wet, and cold, But I bring the Torta Frita, turning grey into gold! Yo tengo el arma, the flour and the salt, Stopping the apocalypse, calling a halt! Salado. Heavy. Rust on my fingers, rebellion in the yeast. [Pre-Chorus] [Style: Creeping tension. Bass focus.] Dicen que hay que marcar tarjeta, obey the machine... Dicen que la oficina is the only dream... Mentira... (Bullshit...) LOOK AT THE RAIN! WATCH HOW IT FLOATS! [Chorus - ANTHEM] [Music: EXPLOSION. Ragga-Metal Candombe. Massive Distortion.] ¡TORTA FRITA COSMIC DISC! (Jump! Jump!) BLOCKING THE BULLSHIT, TAKING THE RISK! Un agujero en el medio, a portal to the beach, The freedom of the soul is within my reach! ¡GRASA SAGRADA! ¡HOLY GREASE! GIVE ME THE CHAOS! GIVE ME THE PEACE! ¡ROMPE EL CIELO CON EL DIENTE! [Verse 2] [Style: Funk Metal Groove - Heavy Bass] Seto Kaiba wants to see my deck, But I play the card of the "Mate Tech"! Glitch Pharaoh, ñeri, I’m hacking the rain, Transmuting the boredom, erasing the pain. The bus is melting, the street is a river, I sail on my Torta, I deliver the shiver! Somos los dueños de la tormenta! (We own the storm!) [Bridge - The "Lonja" Breakdown] [Music: The guitars stop. Only aggressive Drums, Cowbells, and Scrap Metal percussion.] [Diógenes - Chanting like a Shaman] Madera. (Wood.) Fuego. (Fire.) Harina. (Flour.) Destino. (Destiny.) Walking home. That is the camino. [Tempo speeds up - Drill Energy] Giga... Drill... BREAKAAAA! ¡VAMO' ARRIBA CARAJO! [Outro] [Music: Heavy feedback loops and thunder.] [Diógenes - Satisfied grunt] Mmm... Crunchy. Pasame el mate. We won, bo. We survive. Grasa Sagrada. [Sound: A loud thunderclap fading into ocean waves.]

