La Del Estribillo

It's not just Apa and Can, it's Kpu and Afro, damn it!
Hating this job is proving you're a fool
Aphonic tide that carries my voice, though better than diarrhea
That her beautiful voice flourishes or cackles unstoppable flavor, the king of the jungle
In case you don't remember, if you can't remember
They should hit each other in the lips with a stone,
a herd of shit eaters, long tongues
Critics of legends
Hey bro, this union is like Peña and Moises Alou
We put this like in a Roland Garros open
Like in the 90s the thirty with its dembow
We make it jump more than in The Exorcist Emily Rouse...
It's Can and Apache, the ones with style that don't leave potholes
And they point it out like the Cabache Hydroelectric Plant
The lethal injection from the music library
Undefeated like Dominica in the World Classic
The black and the dirty blond, a percussive aspect
Not as much as Confucius, but I make use of the coconut
(Hey you, what abuse)
That it climbs up the foreskin
And they suck it like a licker (ok sorry, sorry)
There are too many steps more than you or you can't
We are the cruel ones who dictate the levels to break levels
Before your Mercedes, it's real rap for the networks, assault rhymes
That go like parkour on the walls
Like black Kimbo Slice my entries here are deadly
Like Mike with the highfly like Tito with the timbales
Masterful, magnificent, epic and apoteosic on purpose for what parasites
Shut up
So pampered! How sadistic your lexicon sounds, it's a drug trafficking of flow
That the army doesn't stop
We arrive at 9, but we leave at 12
Then we go to the studio so Herrera mixes the voices
Everynight high too legalice shooting push lines
To put rough lyrics like Ken Brown...
It's difficult the job of being explicit
But someone has to do it, it's like riding a bike and to me it
Comes easy I don't even try to do it, don't you see
Like Moses we cut seas but of real instrumentals
Not suitable for mental MCs
Listen to the warrior here we are several in the crew
Afromak the sicario sound and also Kpu
In the track where the protagonists are the beatmakers
Don't come with fake that aims at rap we lower the brakers
So let's sing, put your hands up, sing it loud
And if you want jump up, go raise your weed and give it fire
Whatever happens here we are not here to give papaya
It's a flow that steps like a bison, sneaks like a stowaway
And I don't care what they say like the rhinoceros horn
Mind your own business don't make a mistake
That on horseback we go to the mountain Can and Apa only
I just come little by little so they don't go crazy
If in my free time I laugh at their records and their photos
They will almost say that I collect haters that in the end our rap
Consumes more than a fuckin rolling paper
There are no lines that escape the lines of my paper
No one can shut us up and catch the don't stoped
I'm the rapper who makes the audience jump and shout sape
What happens is Apa in the papi
Turns step start and from my flank I jump the sancos
On the beat pulling the kick and on the mic giving it right
I'm frank this is clean sounds like a pin has a good swing
It's everywhere like rose's bop the donplin
Ladies and gentlemen say goodbye to those who give the time
At the point of rhyme and thorax without falling for it
Inevitable father that fashion catches us and everywhere I know
Heard for the first time good rap on the radio
They get out of control, mixing anise with the rope
And they think one is an apprentice who knew about this an hour ago
Then they see how they cry when I put them in the console
And they don't know if what I recorded was a song or a locomotive
I advise you from the heart that you better turn and leave if you want to misinform the mess or the catire I go over it if wrong
You approach see where you walk or you will step on the mines and k-boom
This is the music that makes us feel alive and if we are here
It's for some reason it's part of the rap history what I write today
For you this was the chorus
It sticks and arrives like a magnet to the coin
It makes you vibrate and connects you with the lyrics
This is Venezuelan rap and it sounds rampanpan from the volcano
Once the one with the papyrus and the dog
Venezuelan rap has to thank for this gathering
Replay and note so you don't forget when they ask you
Who leads the journey today and how to be the best would be
A lack of courtesy we leave that tedious task to the brothers
Who only love fame and not what we represent, are we?
Apa And El Chamo!
It's Apa and Can, Apa and Can like Yin and Yang