**When rap becomes literature 😱** – *Canserbero* | *Mundo ABC* 🇻🇪 / 🇦🇷 **Reactions**

We returned with Cancer, Vero, Anita. Of course, you think we wouldn’t escape the dog—*Are you crazy?* No, no, sorry for the delay. I know we’ve been waiting to release these songs for a while, but hey, we’re still making some tracks—we’ll share them soon. We’re behind, not that we didn’t make them, we just got delayed, plus the documentaries—each episode took hours of filming. That’s why we slowed down on new songs. But this one was requested, right? A huge one, Anu. They insisted we focus on the lyrics, as usual. *When isn’t that the case?* So we picked this one. We’ll see—it’s not original from the channel, but it has lyrics, right? The text is written right there on screen, which is what we need to better understand the art, the lyrics of this master, this musical beast, and rapper Tyon González. Let’s watch it, Ani. Let’s watch it. Oh, baby. This is unbelievable. With you, the last hardcore poet from Caracas, Venezuela. *The ABC of skills.* Oh, it’s González, aka *Infinite Ranking*. Analyzing souls, analyzing the outside world’s alarms. Armed thugs dominate, art aspires to love, fixing souls to the red. All started with *a*. All words begin with *a*. Yes, yes, I got it. It makes sense. It starts—it starts. Don’t do this to me. Don’t be mean. *Tyronendo bandits blaspheme.*