Discos Fuentes

Black music, white business, hey, hey, hey
Black music, white business, yah, bua, bua, bua
(If you thought)
Black music, white business, yah bua, bua, bua
Black music, white business

The new old medicine, the sons of Sanchez
Pantera and Saulo presidents
I bring it to you, uncover it and serve it to you
So you drink, thicken, and expand
Don't let talent be killed by the swank and nothing to do

We learned by practice dragging junk
Connecting cables, fixing leaks and expenses
Charging less than fair, seeing stars in the scare
Here if they want you to pah, pah, to indulge

Gold falls and falls and runs to bury itself, dog
We were idols kicking that dirt
But now don't step on my suede, it's serious, dog
Has the key crossed, sharpened or pass the cowbell

I am what the river brought, leather and drunk, toasted and ground coffee
Old shoe, but polished and shined, is that art or carelessness
Catfish or catfish (uhmm) dirt on any record is noise

That you had knocked down, kids have
The key crossed, kids have the key crossed
(If you thought) that you had knocked down, kids have
The key crossed, kids have the key crossed

Drinking rum at the top, a rebellious maroon
My last name is of color, without fonnegra, there is no guaguancó
Brothers like the Lebrón
African soul sounds wganda kenya pim pom

I do know where I come from and go, to the root
I learn and then sow
I think, to grow old with dignity in rap
You have too many rags and lack identity

I bring leprosy fever, pepper pepper
We grew up among drums and trumpets
Dancing to the sound of leaks, my music is free
Like the sound of palm trees

New slavers, talk to me about industry
While the underground confuses eating
With being commercial, ignorance is never impartial
This is with potato and cassava, my guest

If you thought you had knocked down, kids have
The key crossed, kids have the key crossed

If you thought you had knocked down, kids have
The key crossed, kids have the key crossed

Manyoma president, unbeatable team
Cries of freedom in palenque, 70's Discos Fuentes
The bass of Fruko in the arke, Aranjuez is a hard place
We don't release singles, we make it difficult for you, man

Those packages sell rap and don't rap
Like James, they don't score, they just rent bellies
If there's no talent, learn to recognize it, I'm not punctual
But I always leave on time

The golden boys, you wasted your life comparing us
It's not where we are, it's where we started, man
Privilege eclipses, denying your mixed blood
It's like saying what a beautiful rain, while houses flood

I am of the race like the billos, you want everything from the black
Except to be in their shoes, the theft of the century
Racists pretending even the accent, I take away the beat
And an audiobook has more flow

That you had knocked down, kids have
The key crossed, kids have the key crossed
(If you thought) that you had knocked down, kids have
The key crossed, kids have the key crossed