Filosofos de Callejones

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Hello, eruption in the hood
A bank heist going down
I disconnect the alarm
Grab everything and I'm outta here
On the mic, I'm a gunslinger, I hit my mark
Violence gave birth to its children
But it told me
Look, my dude
In any neighborhood
It's the same old story,
Cash, dough, jail
And they fall the same tomorrow
Lost dreams, lies
Sorrow, defeated souls, barely neglected
Your exits are closing in
All in the same maze
My little homie, smooth criminal
Poet, child of the Latin cry
Chemist of the urban queen, builder of distant legends,
R.O.C.C.A on the front page, daily chronicle, street speaker
Improviser
Colombian with soul and pain, killer
Let it go, dude, the duo,
From Pacino to the hood, three crowns of the killer crew, I say
I'm dropping my rhymes in alleys and corners,
I know my rap fury hits you like thorns
The truth always hurts, it grabs you like an ethnicity
Bogotá, Paris, New York
The same ethnicity

Yeah
Three crowns, the ethnicity
From Noja, man, fla, baby, yeah

'Cause the two heads that have run the villas
And several miles
Life experience teaching who gets mad
In that treacherous game where the pioneer
The real ones
Who marked this path for real
No bullshit, those who talk nonsense
Criticize and say
But I laugh it off
Smiling, in heated environments
Analytical and the individual
Inappropriate
Aware that we are business men
Not curious little lambs, nosy
They can be so dangerous
Treacherous
Bodies thrown from Tequendama
To the Bogotá River, almost end up in coffins
It's all about issues, situations
Reasons
Three crowns, ethnicity
Philosophers of the alleys

Here I stand with my throne
Major from
Bogotá, Colombia
Paris and New York
With my putrid lyrics
Ego here boasts
Battling and shooting
Lyrics I'm firing, crossing enemies
I'm taking it all
'Cause I'm in charge
Very sharp for the command
The killer song, fine and Latin blood,
Colombian connection of lyrical heroin
Spitting verses, with no effort
I got my backup covering
Your cold, frozen mouth,
Chilling with Rocca
With the PNO, I keep my flow
If we do it, the fleas
And the crew we know
It's my rhythm, my flag
It's pure warrior mafia, the ethnicity standing
You got roads, breaking, interrupting
Any border
Mines break legs and there are many rats lurking
Hares and peaks, mercenary and stage
No one gets close when I spit strong rhymes
With one, two, three crowns on the hunt
It gets tense, something said and something done
Colombian connection
And lace
Our fourth face
Here to stay with my throne
Major from
Bogotá, Colombia
Paris and New York
Yo

Here again with the sound
Rugged, the contest
That's how my crew sounds
I'm the big guy from the ethnicity
From the studio to the stage
My rhyme is dropping
Snow from Colombia, 100% fine
Bosses at the crystal table with finesse
That's how the business moves, very high purity
In the land of Pablo Escobar, that's who I'm talking about
Coffee, emeralds, beautiful Colombian women around the world
Leaving a mark
Full American with a beer in hand
The microphone is hot
For the tough neighborhood
From America to Europe with a new crew
Ria connections
PNO and Rojas, I'm the genius and the figure
Until the grave, I'm an MC in the fog
And from the hard streets, first the sound
Rugged, the contest
That's how my crew sounds, the wicked ethnicity
Colombia and unbreakable
Or immortal joy in grooves of pain
Ma, it's time to end already.