Rifo Los Lunes

We teach you to curse before you have breakfast
They talk to us about a company and sadness consumes us
Thanks to real HIP HOP, we remain immune
What a shame, but mercilessly we gamble on Mondays
Unmistakable like George Clooney's wrinkles
Intolerable like a robot with auto tune
Thanks to real HIP HOP, we remain immune
What a shame, but yeah, yeah, yeah

[Ziro]
I extinguish myself on Sundays thinking about what's coming, not being able to stay listening to beats and the clock not ringing
Looking inside, while others sell their skin
I don't know if I should make my resume or give life to the paper
Immortal monotony, if I had something, I would give it
For another day in another sphere and if I did, what would change?
I go without a guide among harpies and tomorrow is just another week, the rhyme that goes backwards is not mine
The narrow mind must be because of that open ass
It's depressing like Monday after the concert
One hundred percent deserted, I wake up pale. I give away the next Monday, I pile on the discouragement

[Gambeta]
I'm a rap worker alias Descartes
I discard any possibility of slavery until Tuesday, get out of my pond, oligarchs
They make me want to vomit and that's not free

I just want the hours to fly today
That my innocent eagerness shoots delay to death
I want a company where you can be late
A drink that never ends, a prayer without God save you
And let rap save me from that Indian cinema where everything is dance
If I die, you can avenge me, because this is like housing, social and of interest
I gamble on Mondays for two figures and the winner says next

We teach you to curse before you have breakfast
They talk to us about a company and sadness consumes us
Thanks to hip hop, we truly remain immune
What a shame, but mercilessly we gamble on Mondays
Unmistakable like George Clooney's wrinkles
Intolerable like a robot with auto tune
Thanks to hip hop, we truly remain immune
What a shame, but yeah, yeah, yeah

[Kaztro]
You woke up early and can't forgive yourself
Even if it's a holiday and it's still the same
With a hangover and mixed up, Sunday has been scared
With Monday dawned, his luck has run out
That commitment to truth is a big lie
Raffle your Monday if you aspire to the lottery
Patience, don't blame yourself, because everyone complains about everyone
He who covers too much during the week ends up alone

This turns into a calendar catharsis
They say it's lazy and everyone lives this daily
Who wants dreams for this day gets addicted
Like waiting for the sick to wake up with justice

[Mateo]
If Monday didn't exist, Tuesdays would be awful
Have you counted the hours like me, chew and get stuck
I lend you this day, sell it to you, pay for it to be taken away
It's a martyrdom like walking in the rain
The day comes and it's like a punch that hits
Everyone in the game, those who do nothing complain
It becomes a problem, everyone to bed is the emblem
And on Sunday night my sentence warns me
Please don't say anything, alarms off
Today they earn their salary in bed
They pay to sleep today and tomorrow millionaires (next Monday)
I remove Monday from my diary

We teach you to curse before you have breakfast
They talk to us about a company and sadness consumes us
Thanks to hip hop, we truly remain immune
What a shame, but mercilessly we gamble on Mondays
Unmistakable like George Clooney's wrinkles
Intolerable like a robot with auto tune
Thanks to hip hop, we truly remain immune
What a shame, but yeah, yeah, yeah