115 clavaos

DJ Blasfem, 115 nails, underground, underground

Court jesters, circus clowns
You haven't seen me because
We go underground like the lizard king
Parker, searching along the coast

In the Albayzin always going up hills
Rapping with Prok and Fernandito Costa
Smoking hardala in La Elvira with the Kefta
We're weirdos, pure Kafka style

I'm orbiting like I'm a Tesla
Everyday struggle, I'm a hustler
XL condoms, Makélélé
Watching TV, I got spaced out

Looking at the textured paint, I lost my mind
You're crazy but get in line
Grabbing bottles on the tracks like El Bola
Drinking that bottle, the life slips away

Only my Moorish queen saves me
Alone in the jungle surrounded by beasts
With my loincloth and canteen
Pouring out the rum, the Rara cries

I don't do YOLO with Yoli Yala
Because Prok, Blas, and I already fill the room
Give me your wings, don't be mean
I don't see Pegasus, just rum in the glass

Several cases of kids who haven't returned
After several sunsets in a row
Underground, 115 nails
Since I only sounded on Soundcloud

It spills, it drains, sovereign but not serene
That mane is war and it's not called Elena
Smells like Carolina Herrera, I smell like iron mask
Since my life resembles Black Mirror

I throw rhymes like punches on the bag
I bring poetry with a very dry style
The freckles, opaque, the peak, the shovel, the scam
Stench of jalufo without wings

Milanesa and at the table, hungry
I write 'fuck you' and I'm not from Cambridge
Punky Nihilism, hardcore funky
Deserted and junkie future

In the houses of Chefchaouen smoking kifi
Going to 28 and to the monkey on a bike
Sneaking into the Alhambra, Prosegur
Kids stealing Alhambras, Carrefour

I don't want to jump fences but I saw it well
A Turkish passion and don't step on Istanbul
Everyone's to blame, everyone but you
You're with the ear of [?]

I don't want reproaches but it has a trunk
I don't want us to end up like in Moulin Rouge
I want a beautiful Al-Andalus house
But my handy wandys are more handy fluss

Mahatma Gandhi, refuse to lose
Everyone's interested and even turn their backs
Sowing without light with your
Nails nailed with light

Seeing her by my side
Muttering murmurs, closed pride
I already had it planned
I knew I was going to screw you and that was sung
[?] has escaped you

Underground, 115 nails
Since I didn't sound anywhere
Since I only sounded on Soundcloud
Since I didn't sound anywhere
Since I only sounded on Soundcloud