Estilolibre 1

There is someone who will also share
This afternoon for the first time
But today comes to tell his story

I already opened the can
And this time not to pierce it
In a cool rhythm I'm going to rock the room
Sprinkle salt on me and still no one matches me
I've chipped away at stone without pick or shovel

Delicate appearance
Bad conscience
Negative comments slide off like a seal
Nothing gets to me, since I was a kid I endure the stick
And from the whole scene I have the most expensive clothes

Crazy, I smoke the best marijuana
The one that simulates the air in the morning
Without coconuts and the branch very thin
Ugly like the style, it spills out of me

I was the craziest in the rap crew
That the craziest rapper can't handle my craziness
I fold them like plywood
They show off their consumption and do trap
Son, I've been through that

Put me, put me, put me, put me, put me
Bass drum and snare
I make everything stir up
I'm phenomenal, the real deal
I'm not made to be a balinguero
Hey, you better fasten your belts
Because here I come, damn, look but don't touch me
It's not my fault that your girl blushes
When she hears me and gets more mad at you

I take her fast like a bullet
And I don't even like it that much, it just slides anyway
I need little, with a lot it's not enough
With a very liberal account for my expenses

You won't fill that b*tch's plate
In her hallucination she ends up talking about abuse
She doesn't believe that the man left her
And now she swallows it down, praying with much thirst

From bad to worse, although her worst is nothing
In her self-destruction she wants to harm me, but she doesn't
The glass of her pupils and irises fog up
That's why in her fishing today she caught piranhas

She drowns her sorrows with alcohol and on the rebound, ha
Her sorrows come to the surface
She was a flower and now without petals she's hollow
From a 'I love myself' to a 'I don't love myself'
She withered and dried up