LA PIPA DEL AGUACATE

Matías Sinquero
Ey, yeh
Uoh
El Bejote
Uoh, uoh

I don't want bosses
Nor to be the leader
No more bullshit
I got serious, tell them

Sometimes it seems to me
That my life is a thriller
Hey, that flow you brag about is sold at Lidl
I came to play, you just came to be a cheerleader
You're falling behind, better change dealers

Sharper than a Gillette
Better assimilate it
I have no similes nor your missiles, hey
There are those who talk and those who act

Those who say they do
And those who do what others tell them
Listen, don't normalize that shit they tell you
Don't let any son of a b*tch step on you

Things are said face to face
Not through the phone
Better to speak clearly
Not with emojis

Strange things are happening
Covid times
The world is a homie neighborhood
Hash rules everything around me

Long time away from home
Now I go with new sneakers
The kids play in the square
But I no longer play

I don't want parties on the terrace anymore
I want to give it to you hard
So you get fired up
We'll figure it out later

Skinny pants are out of style
Now the trend is to dress wide
Tell your life through streaming
Have charisma

Life is like the Winnit rule
Spinning around until it's finished, c'est la vie, Willy
I don't pretend to be idolized
I just keep it fresh so you hydrate

I have a crater inside
One thing is to imitate like Carlos Latre
And another is to give the pure from within, the avocado pipe
I don't compete in your contest

Those who know, know and those who don't, well, let them investigate
Those who owe me, pay me
What do you want me to do?
I have a killer flow

I was born this way, this is my saga
Dreaming is one of the few things that are free in this world
The rest is charged by the illuminati
You don't even have money for seeds but you want a Bugatti

Things are tough, daddy
Cross out dreams with the pencil
They don't take me out of my rituals
If you started, finish it

I always keep an ace up my sleeve
You feel me?
I have Netflix and Filmin to watch movies
Stop acting, there are no cameras here

They shrunk like an Oompa Loompa
When El Bejote grabs the microphone, they get frustrated
I came with Nico
And you, not even with a Nikon
You look small
When I arrive, hair on end

Uoh
Yeh, yeh
El Bejote
The avocado pipe
What's inside
Ey, yo

(I don't want bosses)
(Nor to be the leader)
(No more bullshit)
(I got serious, tell them)
(Sometimes it seems to me)
That my life is a thriller)
(Hey, that flow you brag about is sold at Lidl)