La Florinata

It’s amazing
It’s incredible
It’s the fucking very best
Oh my God it’s Bejo

A lot of booze, a lot of cash, rich
Many cars, many Mitsubishis
A lot of booze, a lot of cash, rich
Tell them Bejo

Like Forest Gump from Spielberg
Like James Bond from Almodóvar
That movie is not yours and it can be smelled from the bedroom
I'm not the one to tell them but damn, don't mess around
Don't they realize how times are now?

The secret of my essence is that it's a stupid secret
Sometimes it's best to shut up
Can't you tell? My lyrics have others behind them
I'm the drop that fills your soup and stains your boots

The florinata
I'm like Frank Sinatra
You're like a flan without cream
There's something missing
You're not Cleopatra
Nor am I Caesar Augustus
I rhyme without ceasing at ease
You stop the nonsense

It's not that I'm different
It's that I'm unique in my species
I observe like owls
And flow like fish
They have to play me three times
One to see me, one to hear me, and one to say who the hell is that?

Bejo establishes it
They tell me you're blessed
And I don't pray to anyone, daddy, I'm my own boss
Looking for my clover
Raising the level
Thinking nothing is impossible
This is my flavor, try it and enjoy it

A lot of booze, a lot of cash, rich
Many cars, many Mitsubishis
A lot of booze, a lot of cash, rich
A lot of cooking chicken in the kitchen

I have a bit of everything like a buffet
You already know I do it smooth like a soufflé
Everything you had heard was just a prologue
This year I plan to break the microphone valve

Like a butane gas cylinder
I hold back, but I have a boom boom inside
That one of these days we explode
I go step by step
And you hadn't even noticed
You have to zoom in more
You have it out of focus

Don't hesitate to walk with your chest out
If then when it comes down to it you run out on the sidewalk
Why is it that the one who boasts is always the one who lacks the most?
They're too old for so much nonsense

You know it?
When I spit and they stay drugged
I go smooth like a Ronin
Like Robinson Crusoe
alone with a Joe on a deserted island
I'm just a dreamer with an awake mind

Left, right
The road is long, the alley is narrow
Between you and me a gap
A portrait with a brush
A dress without buttons
Dirty memories of that night
Drunk in Atocha

I'm here, you're there
Each in their place
I repeat it from the beginning

A lot of booze, a lot of cash, rich
Many cars, many Mitsubishis
A lot of booze, a lot of cash, rich
A lot of cooking chicken in the kitchen

They want to be Little Red Riding Hood to live off the story
But they need arguments
That's why they're just the foxes for now
They're all looking at the bone attentively

What would happen if they cut the chains that bind you?
Would you know what to do? Which hand to lick? Postscript
The thin line that separates genius from madness
I don't really know where it is, that's why I crash

The important thing is not to give too much importance to things
I repeat to myself for the fifth time while I scrub the dish
When the omelette is bland, add more salt
When it's too salty, eat it or start over

I hope Tete goes up to the first division this year
But stop throwing firecrackers, don't be fools
Dogs' ears hurt with fireworks
And foxes change their minds with bills

Real hip hop from the Canary Islands
Peace to all my brothers from the cove
Grandma Nina, God bless you
Bejo my brother stay strong
Your hip hop is the next level
Kill the mic
Give me the weed
I need to smoke a little
Yeah, good shit