Y Era

And it was, if there’s no DJ, we make homemade music
And we gather up the street folks
If they’re not here, we find a way
And we gather up the rap crowd

Download the tracks from the area
And spread it everywhere
Rescue the marginalized kids
And light it up (yeah) light it up (yeah)

Musical notes run through my veins
This feeling is huge for me
We always go as God commands
I hope the landlord doesn’t come after me
To listen to my music wherever I go

(Valparaiso, Viña, Quilpué, Los Pinos, Belloto, Villa Alemana, Peñablanca, Limache, Quillota, Calera, San Felipe, Los Andes)

And it was, if there’s no DJ, we make homemade music
And we gather up the street folks
If they’re not here, we find a way
And we gather up the rap crowd

Many throw dry shit
And I (don’t stop) have been in the game since I was 13
And I (don’t stop) your mama scolds you
She hits you with the flip-flop
And while I’m here, I’m getting ready

Let’s see how you get, how you get high
They say it’s hard to hit you with a coke shot
I’ve been from mouth to mouth
In the mouths of people, there’s few who don’t provoke
I throw the seal and it hits you, my rhythm makes you mad (sponge)
I make you shut your mouth
Your crazy mouth provokes, it hits you with the boot
To the idiot running in boots
Bouncing like a ball, my big rhyme scares you, fat ass

And we gather up the street folks (hey!)
And we gather up the rap crowd (hey!)

And we gather up the street folks
And we gather up the rap crowd

(Hey, hey, hey, hey!)

We don’t have many means
We’re the ugly rap guys from Chile
And still, we keep recording more, composing more, pushing more
To the public, since my audience is my pillar
To keep going hard and tough against adversity

So I give a round of applause to everyone who has supported me!