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Nervous?

I don't know if it's nerves or habit, but I need a beer.

-Shall we go to the store first? -I knew you'd flake out.

I don't feel up to it, sis.

You've got to dive in at some point. You're debuting tonight.

Always on the street Making everyone move their necks

I make them shut up When I come for them

You know it, brother, Overcoming the obstacles

Nervio EDS Always firm, I never run away

Until I'm in the grave I listen to them, it doesn't get to me

Let's hear it in three, two, one...

Classic enters, The daddy of the fucking orchestra

The one who rhymes for you, Who brings you protest

The one who shoots And aims without a crossbow

And there is no doubt That I'm still the beast

We always rap Even if rap bothers some

Because anywhere there's rap We throw a party

And we watch who comes in Like this one just did

Tell me what you're doing here Let's see what you got

Go on, sister.

I'm here cause I got the gift

I hit it really hard, fuck yeah

That's why I'm the best spitting bars

But your bars are trash

So I'll teach you To do it with attitude

I'll send you to Saint Peter Today you'll see the light

I'll give you another shot Seeing as you're new

But I think the lampposts Rap better than you

And she's choking

I don't know why she's rapping

You give her the opportunity And she ends up wasting it

I rap at the black girl And the whites teach her

Tomorrow you'll change your colour Like Michael Jackson

Hey, that's enough.

I'll end up being late to work because of you.

I only ask one thing of you, to look after your sister.

-Sorry. -You're sorry?

I can't trust you.

I don't mind being home alone, I'm old enough.

Go to sleep, turn the light off.

-Can I sleep with you? -No, not tonight.

You should change your skin tone Just like Michael Jackson

Shit.

I'm Hurricane Gloria, The queen of rap

Phenomenon Hear my song

Dominating like the inherent

The most favourite and flavourful MC of my people

Boricua

With the blessing of a black girl

Aché mum for your light

Give me more money Like Celia Cruz

They hear me on every radio

And the top of the fields

Life in the neighbourhood is not easy

Life in the neighbourhood is not free

Life in the neighbourhood is hard

I swear to you

Life in the neighbourhood is not easy

Life in the neighbourhood is not free

Life in the neighbourhood is hard

I swear to you

BEEF

We'll focus on dental anatomy.

It's essential you learn to identify

the characteristics of each tooth

and how they interact with the gum.

-How are you? -Fine, if we don't mention the battle.

It was your first, you'll smash it next time.

What next time? There won't be one.

-You just started. -You two.

Will you pay attention?

-I was just asking. -If you don't want to be here, leave.

There's a waiting list full of people who'd kill to be in your place.

"...kill to be in your place."

DO YOU HAVE A DIGNIFIED ALTERNATIVE FOR MY BROTHER?

MAY ALLAH HELP YOU TO FIND HIM A PLACE TO REST

Why doesn't Dad have flowers?

Our family has a different way of doing things.

Is that why Mum won't come?

Yeah.

I like flowers.

Girl, check this.

If you like freestyle and you want to sound pro,

join our crew and your flow will be legendary.

Why show me this?

Because you always flake. You lack confidence.

I don't think so, sis.

The day I need a rap teacher, shoot me.

How'd you find this Judy anyway?

My brother follows her, he showed me.

She was the next big thing in freestyle,

but she suddenly disappeared.

Will you see her?

Don't think so, you can't teach some things.

He loved that jacket.

He always wore it when he had a show.

He said it gave him good luck.

I don't know if it did, but it sure looked good on him.

It sure did.

He looks so happy.

Yeah.

Why did he quit?

Life.

Two Africans

fresh of the boat in Europe.

Then you came along.

Big trouble, huh?

Hi.

Is Judy here?

That's why they only come And then they don't want to anymore

Okay, no, I can't even say the phrase

The style it has But within the bars

This is simple with class

They don't know how to do it Although this seems to be...

Stop.

Today's not your day. Just go home.

-See you Monday. -Yeah.

What do you want?

I'm here about the freestyle.

You saw, it's pretty much dead.

What have you got?

Huh?

Spit something.

-Like, now? -Yeah, now.

I know how to rap, it's just... I just get shy.

"I know how to rap."

I don't trust smart alecs. Classes are in the mornings.

I can't do mornings. I'm studying.

- Studying what? - Dental hygiene.

Now you'll study freestyle.

See that playlist?

I want a rhyme with each word.

Record them on the computer. It's easy, just press a button.

FREESTYLE TRAINING DAY 01

READY? 3, 2, 1

ASTUTE

You act smart and astute And if you want, I'll educate you

How I do it, I don't like drama

I like to live it well like Nirvana

I don't know what you mean With those "tetes"

But you eat too much sugar You'll get diabetes

FRENETIC

You know my rhyme is frenetic

I do it well 'cause I train Not by genetics

As you can see, this is not a healthy tooth.

LEVEL 02

I wanna let out a goddamn scream

Don't care if it sounds good, Your sound makes no sense

You know I roar like a lion, I'm shining, bitch, like neon

BREAK

I swear, cross the line And I'll break you

I sound pure and also sensible

She hasn't taught me anything, just words, words, and more words.

FULL BEAM

You know I go With light on full beam

I'll run you over on the road Like a moose

I always got everything Being a rogue

Today saves more than before

I have my mother's eyes before me The good and the arrogant one

Judy.

Judy.

When will we do something else?

When you finish the rhymes.

Choco, choco, la, la Choco, choco, te, te

They get on well.

Nana is so cute, I always tell Lati.

My siblings love her. By the way, how's Lati?

LEVEL 10

I'm always where I need to be

I'm the best of the fruit, Call me nectar

Fine, like always. Why do you ask?

She wasn't in class, she said she was sick.

Don't care about this cursed destiny But I want to change this damn path now

FATE WINNING

You know I have a winning flow

Because I've worked hard for it This comes with sweat

I'm rhyming And I'm just starting

I swear to you I'm getting out of control

Before I only ruled my area

Now I'm the motherfuckin' Queen of Barcelona

I'm done.

What the hell are you doing?

Freeing up space, can't you see?

-I've been recording all this time... -Real.

What's with you?

-Real. -Huh?

Rhyme, damn it. Real.

Carnal. Fatal. Foetal. Formal. Total.

Lethal. Special. Spatial. Sidereal.

-Authentic. -Grotesque. Ethical. Aesthetic.

Eccentric. Cosmetic. Chemical.

Critical. Pandemic. Paranoid. Romantic.

-Pure. -Juice. Assure. Murmur. Bearded.

Mature. Cyanide. Future. Impure. Swear. Dark. Secure.

Roar. Broke. -Stop.

Rhymes are no longer a problem. Spit something. Ultra.

My rap is a machine gun, I shoot without mercy

Suburban black girl And I run this city

Bitch, got a Glock and three ounces in my bag

You and your bros In the back of my car

You've got rhymes, but you're lacking content.

We start tomorrow, but somewhere else.

Aminata.

You're going to the Islamic cemetery tomorrow, right?

I hope it's the right place for Sekou.

Let me know how it goes.

May Allah be with you.

Mum.

I'm heading out.

-Where are you going in a hurry? -Class.

Sis, you need to check your inspiration.

Huh?

We don't live in the Bronx, you don't push drugs or have a gang.

I doubt you'd know a Glock from an AK-47.

You can love your hood or hate it, just never invent it.

-So what do I rap about? -What's around you.

Coming down to hell will help.

Where are we going? We're here.

Remember that thing about hell?

Welcome.

Spit some bars about what you see.

-Here? -Where else?

Focus on the details no one sees.

That woman looks tired.

Shout-out to the brave working woman

She's like superheroes, Nothing scares her

The woman with the dog.

But what a marvel I'm seeing, madam

With one ticket, two travel now

Look at that girl on her phone.

Your blonde hair blinds me Sister, is that flash?

I guess that happens After so much Candy Crush

I hope not to disturb The people travelling

I come to remind you That smiling is cheap

That's why I propose a deal

Give me a second And nod your heads this afternoon

Spoiler alert The world's on fire

The newspaper summary, mate

Glad to capture Your attention, friend

Lati 1 - Algorithm 0

We travel underground, But we're very much alive

I don't see zombies here, Only sisters and friends

Since we share a line I'll say bingo to you

From underground to heaven That's my destiny

I'm touched, brother That you open your wallet

But I do it for love I don't do it for...

Rapping?

Have you gone crazy?

Making a fool of yourself back there, shouting, begging for money.

I wasn't, I just like music. What's wrong with that?

-You know perfectly well. -I don't.

-You do. -I don't.

Alcohol, haram . Drugs, haram .

Violence, haram .

-Everything's haram to you. -Yes, it is.

What if someone from the community sees?

-I don't care. -You have no respect.

Dad would understand.

Don't you dare, Lati.

No one knows better than me what Dad would think.

We did all we could to give you an education and a future.

I won't let you throw all that away.

All I want from you now is "I'm sorry".

Lati.

Latifa.

I'm sorry.

If only we could provide a solution all families in this situation

so their departed can rest following the precepts of their faith.

That's why we're so happy

to have resolved the irregular situation Sekou's body was in.

On the second level of this first grave on the left

is where we'll transfer Sekou.

Second level?

The limited space means we have to have several levels.

One under another.

You're saying he won't be alone?

He'll share with two brothers of his faith.

Don't worry,

he'll be buried according to Quran in space guarunteed to be separate.

It's disgraceful.

It's a mass grave.

Please understand this is the most optimal solution with these resources.

Throwing him in a mass grave with other poor souls

doesn't sound optimal to me.

Mum,

it's not that bad.

I won't let him be buried here, it's undignified.

Mum!

Wait!

Mum!

Don't exaggerate, at least it's a solution.

Yeah, right! So that's that? We just forget tradition

and your parents' last testament.

You're so stubborn.

It's not that.

What will they say in Mali?

Can we have some time to think?

Okay.

I can give you a few days, but I need an answer as soon as possible.

Don't worry, you'll get an answer.

How's it going?

Not great, to be honest.

Dental hygienist, tough life.

I told you not to bother coming.

It's like a fling. Breaking up on WhatsApp doesn't work.

I'm busy with classes in the mornings

and I'm starting afternoons at a clinic.

Uh-huh.

Just when a battle at Sants is coming up.

The perfect battle for you. -Sants?

This is serious, Lati.

I saw it on the metro. I can't explain it, but you have it.

I'm sorry.

Relax, I'm not here to convince you.

All rappers have one.

You've shown you can rhyme.

Now you should sort out your ideas.

Lati, come here a moment.

Who left the tray like this?

No idea.

Get your act together.

It's not easy to fail an internship, but you will if you carry on this way.

Got it?

Got it.

Put yourself in my shoes.

This is really painful for me.

I understand you perfectly.

But the solution I'm offering is the best for everyone.

My brother will be in a dignified place, with his own kind.

And you can always come and visit.

It's not about grieving again, it's putting an end to it.

I understand, Abdoul,

I appreciate you generous offering.

Thank you...

for everything you do for us.

I'll think about it.

Speak soon.

Bye.

Thanks.

Thanks.

What is it, Mum?

Nothing.

Nothing? What did he want? He's so annoying.

Don't say that about your uncle.

He's a good man who just wants to help.

Help how?

He wants to take Dad to Mali.

-Mali? -Yeah.

Mali.

Who are they to decide anyway? -They're his family.

And they're right. -Aren't we his family?

It's shameful he's been buried wrongly in that place for two years.

Okay.

You want them to take him.

CAN I STILL BATTLE?

There'll be blood at this thing.

A lot of blood.

They want to see you fall.

Down and out.

Crushed.

Humiliated.

The only way to survive is spitting bars.

In freestyle, we don't hide reality,

we expose it.

So before you look around, talking about what you don't know,

you've got to look inside of you.

Deep inside.

Tell me.

What do you see?

And don't give me bullshit.

You act tough, but you're soft inside.

That's why you choked the other day while they let loose on you.

I bet you even liked it, huh?

Judy, you're out of line.

You didn't answer me.

Do you really want to get into battles?

What do you have for me?

Or will you just choke again?

Rap it to me.

I'm sick of this.

I'm sick of this Where's my slice of the cake?

When I rhyme All your phrases are discarded

Racists want to be rappers? Better move aside

They don't know that without us They miss rap

Fuck your new clothes, They're designer

I'm black like the future Of these cavemen

You see I sound tough My style tightens and covers

And if I get serious I'll set the town alight

I'll cross the pond I'll achieve whatever they say

Rappers criticise me, I only hear "unga, unga"

It hurts you to see a girl Dropping rhymes like bombs

If you want, I'll show you how to do it So you can compose

Proud of where I come from And where I'm going

Dangerous, like Sid Phillips I break all my toys

I put them through military service And this flow breaks them

My lyrics are dark, Call me Latiniebla

Lati, we'll meet you on the bridge.

-Hey, little missy. -What gives, asshole?

What are you doing here?

Don't say you're here to spit, you're out of shape.

You're just as dumb as I remember.

I'm not here to spit.

Why are you here, then?

-To debut one of my girls. -A rising star?

You'll see.

You'll see her.

What about you?

But I'm working on something smaller right now.

No big deal, you know?

It's a dope venue, where the scene was born in Mexico.

I came to Barcelona to scout.

What? Not happy to see me?

I'm not the bad guy.

I believed in you.

You only believe in yourself and money.

Hey, Nacho.

-What's up? -Hey, man.

Behave yourselves, huh?

Look, tell your girl to bring her game,

important people are watching.

Ultra.

What an asshole.

The assholes are winning.

-I told you three weeks ago. -Just do your hours.

You gave permission.

Half the staff are off today. I can't let you leave now.

That's not my problem.

What is your problem is whether or not I pass you.

-Is that a threat? -Not at all.

Just a warning. If you leave now, wave goodbye to your internship.

Get ready to scream

because the battles are about to begin!

Lati, where are you? The battle's starting.

Shit, she's not picking up.

First round, eight bars each.

Three turns.

Make some noise!

You just made it. Let's go.

One, two, three. I start. This won't be the only thing you'll lose.

Zoyert goes first!

What's up?

Check, check, check It's my turn against a girl

This chick never rapped In her whole damn life

Wouldn't fuck her If they paid me a million

Calling her beautiful Is synonymous with irony

I curse your dead You're a monstrosity

Your parents didn't take you Out the toaster in time

Your face is a painting Of modern art

Drawn by a child Dressed as Wolverine

I'm not a little black girl And Latiniebla is my AKA

How strange, black Is the target that stands out

You're a vampire hunter And your nose is a stake

Because of people like you The scene smells like a sewer

Lati, Lati, the envy Of the hotties and you know it

You're just the envy Of the toucans

I was scared, they said You knew how to rap

But seeing this You winning is not in my plans

Hottie if you want But no one tolerates you

Shut your mouth And open your street stall

Black immigrant girl Flagged by the police

But you're just the lost daughter Of Lory Money

Do you want more After this humiliation?

The prize is no banana, Donkey Kong

But don't worry If you win, it's better for you

Take the money and invest it In liposuction, fatty

-You got this. -In three, two, one...

-You look white as a ghost. You okay? -Shut it.

In three, two, one...

This rapper's a hypocrite

As a person, As a rapper, as an MC

Because I'm black, He laughs at me

But then practises Over Dr. Dre's beats

And he's black too, Isn't he?

I'm not Donkey Kong I'm Queen Kong, I'm RAP

I'm hip-hop, Oh my God They applaud me like Camarón

Check 3, 2, 1 Lights, camera, action

But why applaud her She's worse than the worst

If she beats me it'd be a fix

If she pulls down her pants She has a massive cock

With four times my testosterone

Fuck your shit, I'll mess you up

When you came down here They thought you were a man

You can say what you want They'll ignore you

After this beating They already know the park is mine

Harping on about if I have a cock

If you're hetero-curious Accept your orientation

You're pissed there's no surprise In my pants

Yet I still manage To fuck you so hard

Whatever, some men Will always be children

They just say dumb shit To fill their void

They're incapable Of controlling their vices

And end up being junkies Of their own judgement

Killed it! Killed it!

Killed it, killed it, killed it!

-Killed it, killed it, killed it! -Okay.

On my right, Latiniebla.

On my right, Zoyert.

In three, two, one...

Zoyert wins!

That shit was recycled! This is bullshit!

Go fuck yourself, Lati clearly won.

You want to fuck? Suck my dick first.

No one's ever fought for me before.

They deserved it.

Sorry, nearly done.

Some day, huh?

You didn't get beat up.

You didn't get called ugly and black.

Not everyone on the scene hates you.

You didn't fail your internship.

They don't want you dead.

-Your mum's not keeping tabs on you. -Your dad's not ignoring you.

No.

"A knot in the stomach

Tricky to describe

I never ever thought

My dad could ever die

I get up every day

Places I've got to be

There used to be four of us

But now there's only three

You left too soon

It wasn't your time

I want you on my pillow

With your face next to mine

Ever since you left

All the words I write

Are the knot in my stomach

They're tricky to describe

I never ever thought

That my dad could ever die."

You're the bomb, sis.

Cheese!

I thought you were busy with the internship,

but it looks like you're battling instead.

Are you okay?

Where did you get that idea?

Some men Will always be children

They just say dumb shit To fill their void

They're incapable... -7,000 views.

...being junkies Of their own judgement

This is the first I've heard...

I'm RAP, I'm hip-hop

She's tough.

You're pissed there's no surprise In my pants

Yet I still manage To fuck you so hard

That's the stuff. That's the stuff right there!

I'd say Lati's taking it a step further.

They applaud me like Camarón

3, 2, 1 Lights, camera, action

Yeah!

Nana, I'm going viral!

Damn!

What's up, Lati? We're with you.

Go, Lati.

Hey, Lory Money.

Forget about them, you'll knock them dead.

Where are you going?

-Where do you think? -After what happened last time,

the organisers don't want you here.

What the fuck?

Get fucking lost. Both of you.

Fuck that shit, let us in.

Or what?

You gonna hit me?

Come on, let's go.

-Asshole. -Come on.

Kicked off the scene.

After just one battle is pretty good, huh?

Hey, family.

Go to your room, sweetie.

What's going on?

Where were you?

I went the clinic and they said you were fired.

What were you doing there?

I spoke to Abdoul.

We've decided Dad will go back to Mali.

-But Mum... -But Mum, nothing.

You missed your chance for buts, now you just listen.

We've lost our way ever since Dad died.

It's my fault for letting you do whatever, but that's over.

I feel ashamed.

-You're ashamed of me? -Not of you,

of this.

...No surprise in my pants

Yet I still manage To fuck you so hard

Whatever, some men Will always...

What made you think to show this to a little girl?

I made it clear this rap thing was over.

Mum, listen to me. I won't.

Either learn to behave like an adult,

-Or what? -You go live somewhere else.

Moving in circles, Is never going to be moving

If curiosity doesn't pique you, The soul gets bored and dies

So I breathe, roll, Press, and smoke that green

If no one saves me, I'll go alone, No matter who cares

Oh my God, my mind, My gift and my punishment

And for rising against it, The river caught me

And I told you, Of course I told you

But you didn't want to come in, Because it wasn't love, it was a whim

Every day, every night, You were by my side

Getting drunk, fucking high, Tryin' to clear it up

Every day, every night, You were by my side

Getting drunk, fucking high, Tryin' to clear it up

Give me warm harira, I want to cry it all out

At home so I don't see, Sorry to have been your pain

Don't get it, fuck you, I won't explain it

Smoking hash, I want to lose my senses

Don't sweat the other day,

they're not the only assholes that organise battles.

It's not that, it's about my dad.

-You said he was... -Dead, yeah.

My mum said he's not buried properly. Now my family are taking him to Mali.

You're his family, don't you have a say?

The only thing I can do is leave home.

Relax, you can stay as long as you need.

Thanks, sis.

-How's it going? -Fine.

-You didn't even get up for breakfast. -I'm not hungry.

You can't be like this all day.

What should I do?

No internship, no battles.

Would you rather wallow in your own shit?

Come on, let's train. That'll liven you up.

Return.

Opportunity. -Judy, my darling.

-What are you doing here? -You wouldn't pick up.

I thought I'd drop by.

Latiniebla in the flesh.

You can call me Lati.

That's your name, Lati? That's dope.

Nacho Valdés, a big admirer.

I didn't know you lived together in this...

What's the word?

Commune? -I'm just here temporarily.

Great, it was you I wanted to speak to.

I have a proposal for you.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

What's the deal? Don't you offer your friends coffee?

To my friends I do, yeah.

I'll get straight to it then.

I'm going back to Mexico in four days.

As my friend Judy knows,

I'm organising an event.

A sick, badass event.

I'd like Lati to be there.

You're right, she has the talent

and the skills to get far.

Come with me and we'll travel to the stars.

Just say the word and it's blast-off.

Do you think we're fools?

I can see you vultures a mile off,

this is cause she's gone viral. -Judy!

Yeah. So what?

I listen to the crowds.

They're the market, Judy.

Business.

We won't be your fucking product.

Get the fuck out of my house. Now.

-You gonna let her decide for you? -Get lost!

- Go easy. - Out!

I'll save a spot for my Latiniebla.

What the fuck? Have you lost it?

He's the meanest rep in Latin America. Trust me.

I get you guys had beef, but the offer was for me.

You're desperate to make it, you're not listening.

You need to be mature here.

I don't give a shit. Sensible, solidity, liquidity.

Nothing I want rhymes with "mature".

What about "hospital"? Cause you wouldn't last a single round.

Fuck you, your principles and your purism.

Why don't you go home?

If you miss the ceremony because of your pride,

you'll regret it.

I don't know if I can.

Lati.

Your mum and Nana need you.

You need each other.

Even if it's tough to admit.

How are you?

Fuck.

Your mum said you were living somewhere else.

So I have to explain what I'm doing in my own home?

I came over for a few days to help your mum.

Lati.

Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.

Just catching up with my favourite uncle.

I was going to tell you.

No need.

I came to stay for good, if that's okay with you.

Go to bed, you look tired.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Please don't wake Nana.

She won't go back to sleep if she sees you're back.

Just like her dad.

Just like him.

Good night.

Good night.

Know why the assholes are winning?

Because us fools let them.

If Lati goes, they'll tear her apart.

No.

Lati's story doesn't have to be the same as yours.

Cause Lati has something you didn't.

Yeah? What does she have that I don't?

She has you.

You're more than just beats, huh?

-What are you doing here? -I came to apologise.

-I have nothing to say. -What's this?

I just want to talk.

I don't know who you are, but get lost.

Lati, please, listen to me!

I'm sorry, you were right.

I want you to know I'll be with you in every battle,

Whether that's in Mexico or hell itself.

A delicious meal.

It was Sekou's favourite.

A beautiful way to celebrate his memory.

"Celebrate"?

Yes, celebrate.

Being here with you tonight

and accompanying my brother tomorrow

to the place where we were born.

That's why, despite the pain,

this should be a celebration.

All that's missing

is a griot.

What's a griot?

A travelling musician, Nana.

In Mali, we invite them to help connect the living with the dead.

As none of us here is a griot,

we'll ask our ancestors to help him find his place.

Your dad spent weeks learning this song.

He used to play it so well.

What's it about?

Us.

That we'll never forget Dad.

Now how will we talk to Dad?

It's tough to believe,

but Dad never went away.

He didn't go two years ago,

or even yesterday.

Even if there's

no place we can visit,

I know a trick:

Whenever you want to talk to him,

close your eyes,

shut them tight.

Take a moment and sigh

and Dad is here by our side.

Come and sit.

-What was that about Mexico? -Nothing.

Don't play dumb with me, what was she saying about Mexico?

That video you hated...

People love it.

So much that it got me in a huge battle.

But don't worry, I won't go.

Right...

Are you sure about that?

Look.

I've been thinking.

Now we've helped Dad find his place,

maybe it's time we helped you find yours.

And I have something that might help you decide.

-You kept it? -Of course I kept it.

I haven't been able to throw out any of your dad's stuff.

I don't know if it'll bring you luck, but it looks good on you.

What's with the visit?

Does your momma know you came here?

Sure, I deserved that.

Listen,

what you said the other day was cool.

A girl's got to know how to be soft too.

Is Mexico still on?

Sure it's still on.

Until you two get there and destroy the place.

Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you aboard

this flight to Mexico City.

Mexico City!

Please make sure your seat belt is securely fastened,

and all electronic devices set to flight mode.

Enjoy your flight.

Check it out.

Look.

Fuck the pre-party.

No, we need to be seen.

I'm ready. Ready and fierce.

Okay, let's go.

Just one beer, I want you fresh for the battle.

One more?

The last one, I promise.

Okay, I'm going to the bathroom.

We serve things fresh here.

I guess your content is reheated.

Don't sweat it, it's just a travel diary.

It's a cardinal sin, that's what it is.

It's frowned upon.

Just like pigs and snitches.

Making a mark around the globe, just like her name,

my very own Latniebla.

You know me, near or far, wherever I go, I never miss a bar.

See? This bitch has it all written down.

You've met Weedo?

Relax, he may look like a dog, but he doesn't bite.

It's this guy you should worry about.

Lone Wolf.

You must be the rookie they told me about.

Mr. Wolf.

Don't believe half of what this dude says.

He's legit, but sometimes he talks bullshit.

Hey, take it easy, don't go scaring her.

Listen, Lati, you know why I invited you to Mictlán tonight?

You know why this event is such a big deal?

It's huge because I'm gonna dig out freestyle from the underworld.

It's a tough business.

Only the best will do.

They all say I'm crazy for putting someone up with no experience.

I've asked nothing of you.

I'm just saying with all the distrust, I was starting to doubt you.

But you made it here despite everything holding you back,

so I know I wasn't wrong.

Nothing's holding me back.

- What about Judy? - She's my sherpa.

She'll guide you to the top with her fear of heights?

I don't know about her, but I sure don't have vertigo.

That's the attitude.

Damn right!

Look, make it to the third round running,

and I'll make you queen of Latin America.

Judy! The brightest shooting star on the scene.

Nacho. What were you two talking about?

I hope what Weedo said isn't true,

that you had all your lines written out.

You'd know all about lines.

Judy, always got something to say, huh?

We agree on that at least.

We best head off and warm up before the battle.

I haven't finished my drink.

Whatever, do as you please.

Come on. Quit frowning and eat your quesadilla.

Trust me, you won't eat food this good in a long time.

I won't be somewhere like that in a long time either.

It was just a party to lure suckers in.

It worked on me.

Don't get sucked in so easy.

At least it was cooler than this.

Sis, you're not missing anything.

It's just egos, drugs and ambition.

It's paradise for anyone who wants to get destroyed

while being promised they'll be the next Latin American queen.

The stage is about to blow!

There will be blood at the Mictlán!

Who wants blood?

Blood! Blood! Blood!

Make some noise!

-Blood! -Blood! Blood! Blood!

Here comes Latiniebla.

She'll be facing

our champ from the last battle.

The one, the only,

Lone Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf!

It's time. Let's get the battle started.

Are you ready?

Put your hands up!

Three, two, one...

Today the land of corn Receives you with bullets

Girl this ain't Europe Here we live street

You left Spain And you find the king here

You look like a Crip, Lati Dying for a Latin King

You can't hip, can't hop You're not an MC

I can switch this bitch off With a click from my Glock

She's a terrorist fulfilling her mission

You knew you were going to die When you got on the plane

Is that shit rap? It sounds like bourgeois pop

Don't even know what you look like

It's a confusion That you're living twice

You don't know The fucking genre you belong to

Your name means shit to us

I'm gonna make you bleed Like your period

You're a disappointment Everyone knows that

The black sheep got Into the wolf's mouth

Listen to the sound of my pack

My Mexican race Asks for blood from the stands

Today the Spanish Won't take away anything

Because this is the return Of the feathered serpent

Here we put soul Into every rhyme we leave

You smell of fresh blood

Welcome to Mexico, bitch

Here you leave your heart This is an Aztec sacrifice

Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!

Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!

It's Latiniebla's turn.

Lati! It's your turn.

In three, two, one...

You're the king here? Fuck that, you're just the wolf

Say you live on the street? They all say that

It's the land of corn I come to turn it into dust

You'll kiss the ground I'm taking your throne

It's not a Crip Dying for a Latin King

It's a piece of shit Dyin' for Lati Queen

Afraid on the plane? I came on a VIP pass

On top of that, I'll go back Being the queen here

You badmouth me Does it hurt that I'm here today?

Does my smooth talk That I give you annoy you?

My path is clear I know very well where I'm going

I've already learned to accept What I really am

Do I look like a man? Is that what you think, dummy?

I don't judge what I am What you are, what we are

I don't know what genre I belong to Says the wolf

If we're talking about hip-hop I belong to us all

Wolf, Wolf Don't feel so great

Wolf, Wolf, You're just insignificant

You talk about a Glock And you feel important

With one slap I'll make room for you to get a tattoo

I'm not top But I don't give a shit

Coming to Mexico Do you think that scares me?

I live in Spain, but Mali is my land

So who really bore me Tiniebla broke Estepario

Make some noise!

Wolf,

are you gonna allow that?

No one gets out alive!

No one gets out alive!

Next round!

Blood! Blood! Blood!

Round two, here we go.

Hands in the air! Hands in the air!

Three, two, one...

What happened, bitch? Your daddy no longer exists?

You're screaming at the sky "Father, why did you leave?"

You should be happy and not sad

Because dead he won't see The shit you became

My father would be proud of me

For my courage, for my effort Because I am here

Besides I always carry him with me

You mention the dead But fight with the living

Shut the hell up You fucking dark bitch

What's the point in living If you're in a war?

I'm gonna beat you Till you're six feet under

Because with beatings Is how I educate my bitches

Fucking dark bitch But with clear ideas

Of course I'm a bitch The owner of your pack

That a man talks about his dick Is nothing new

Because it hurts that a woman Puts in twice the guts

Which pack? This one that's watching you die?

If the bitch with you Wants to leave you here

She knows you're not a good MC

She's just living her frustrated dream Through you

My dreams are theirs It's true pride

And you for your boss Are a lapdog

If your owner doesn't let you Choose a leash or collar

A hormonal chihuahua Will never be a Cerberus

Fighting for others' dreams Seems pathetic

You do that because no one loves you

Your fucking mother was right

You'll never live off rap Find a stable job

My mother? Thanks to her I'm here

A fighter, a worker She sacrificed for me

Don't ever say again That she's an unhappy bitch

My mother is holier Than death in your country

Time!

Fuck!

To hell with the scene

My name is Latiniebla AKA Big Mama

You make rap a circus

Fuck it, I'm out I'll leave you with the clown

Latiniebla is disqualified.

Lone Wolf advances to the next round.

Lati.

I'm sorry, sis.

I fucked up.

No, you didn't.

That was unreal.

Latiniebla! Latiniebla! Latiniebla!

Latiniebla!

Latiniebla!

Latiniebla! Latiniebla!

Latiniebla! Latiniebla!

Translation: Tom Jackson Subtitles: Bbo Subtitulado