Fresas Con Nata

The timbales playing, come on, carnival, my people in Carvajales
I want you to wobble, hesitate, if you see yourself, run and tell him
That this one is already moving, it's going great

I'm at Cruz Verde, in the art workshop
Root and spirit, smoking kenke, I'm not a poser
Where, when, I feel like Marlon Brando
Falling into the orange trees, above a red sea
Going far away, lying in the Realejo laundry room
Thinking about the old days, the bundles, knives

I know that if I catch you alone, bars
I no longer have a compass, I'll pass you through the sandpaper, corrupt ones
Coke and luxury whores, the bread of your children
Leaves are falling, I'm on the street
The sky is red, on a tightrope
On one leg, falling in

You don't give pity anymore, get moving with the ball
Skip the line, the queue
Find yourself a house by the cove
A good gypsy girl to pick the apple

Sister, look how it sounds
I'm from the beautiful era, crazy
Cane, top hat
Trench coat and cape, living as a squatter
Spit only when singing

Don't lie, I won't pay a fine
If the money goes for double malt, mojito with mint
You smoking in a robe, my talent shows
The life kills me, a fact, lake

Wisdom without payment, I drink finesse
With a nail fissure, of course
I drink figure, freshness and luxury
You know, strawberries with cream

That can't be explained, pour me another drink
Everything that fits because I'm in my glory, in my pomp
But if you touch my family, I'll buy a pipe
Pour another with foam until dawn comes
The coma, forgive me, mom
I won't die in my bed, my life is a flame
The world is in my fingertips, my soul takes me
Where it fills me the most, it doesn't escape me
Always wants more, it's not my fault
I see rappers scrutinizing
Watching, they're leeches
But in my backpack, I carry napalm

My dream is in Nepal, not the silver
Move aside, cut, I care, let rap corrupt
I don't fall into the trap, I'm with my rules
Sitting on my board, my can, my weed

Freestyling to my plants
Prok sets it up, always has goals
If you don't know me, why mention me, girl
Here, the one who feels is the one who commands

It doesn't matter how big it is even if they follow the trend
If this one doesn't cut it, they haven't had a life, fatigue
They do it just in case it works, it's useless
Don't sell out for a few coins
My rap is real, don't sell out

I've taken off the disguise of the 21st century
Now I go naked, swimming at the bottom
Dipped in the mud, unleashed like Django
Where am I going?

I don't sell this shit for Hard
Foyone, Fernando, I toast
For changing this damn world
I send a message to whoever is soft

Flowing like rain down the ditch
Like a zodiac arriving in Algeciras
90s shit for kids with wax
Lilas New Era, a coin with two sides

Stop, stop, stop, life is expensive
And nothing better than mara, mara, mara
The fight will save us, the date is approaching
I put it on the board, on the cork

Every day I cross it out, one less
Blas on the decks, rap in the notebook
One elbow, two twins
Giving good rap, we missed it