Round 40

Let her go, I’m ready to box
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Round 40, uh-uh, uh-uh

I’m on two feet listening to Smiff-N-Wessun
They never make it easy, I tell Gamba in every verse (I tell him)
From the dressing room, gotta be suspicious
Like Lamar, I’ve had to fight for everything in my life

Keeping calm, I’m always in my groove
I’m not your fan, at my age, I only admire houses
Not furniture, not resting, not pausing
My only enemies are hunger and poverty

If they have luxuries, what a beauty
If I have them, what a lack of humility
It’s not equality that humanity wants
It’s superiority; there’s no other priority, what a mess

Don’t come begging for an extension
Resentment is a slide that stretches like an awkward visit
I’m good at this
I open my mouth and money comes out, that’s how I hold a conversation

Let the frying pan ring

[Part II]

Get hyped, get hyped
Get hyped, get hyped
Get hyped, get hyped
Get hyped, get hyped

Resurrected struggles, they owe me nothing
My mind’s busy, don’t bring those bad vibes
Rap is my home, I share this remedy
These are erased scenes

Boom, bye, bye, left them far behind
Going back to my past, to what beat?
All the self-produced shows, we don’t wait to be invited
That’s why we’re always welcomed now

I disrupt discipline, next I’m on
I entertain with some jokers from the block
We’ll give you the test, not the homework

I don’t assume, living what I restore, whatever
Yours is a Goldberg machine
Filled with tired bars from the NBA (amen)
Thanks to your cleverness for the clueless, you’ll soon be in a Khaby Lame video

Boom, bye, bye
Boom, bye, bye
Boom, bye bye
Booyakah, booyakah

Another one, or should we leave it here?
Another one, ah
Alright, no hype

[Part III]

Anarkos in the house (oh my God; Danger)
Fa-Zetas in the house (oh my God; Danger)
Carlitos in the house (oh my God; Danger)
Gaminos in the house (oh my God; Danger)
When no one was talking about boombap, we were making boombap, boombap
When no one was talking about boombap, we were making boombap, boombap

Every year we gain weight
Independence is the future of people, raise the price, bury bones
The three aces with the whole crew
The house always wins and the neighborhood’s happy

And I blew out the candle and didn’t need to make a wish, just had to give thanks
They can’t even add with a calculator and they subtract
Those who can’t play become commentators
A legend in Colombia is El Mocho

None of you is the goat
Even if every eight they put horns on you
Your career isn’t taking off
Practice yoga, swallow it and send your ego to the back

Hahaha
Hahaha, ah
Again, let’s listen to it
Here it goes