Traficando Rimas

Come on, going up to California, from Babylon
Mommy, I haven't won the Grammy
But my crown is in the Miami nights

Bald like Gortari, master for the deal
He told me he's arriving in Colorado and Atlanta
Argentina is already connecting the Myspace visits
Four million 490

Seriously, we are the real ones
Trafficking rhymes all over the damn planet
They've challenged us and turned out to be lollipops
We get on trucks and sidewalks
Congós and cantina
All of Latin America is consuming the rhyme

Like Cuauhtemoc Blanco so you can read me
He didn't get the top scorer but he got Galilea
I leave it as homework for you to educate yourself
I have hundreds of rhymes downloading from the ship

Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of vowels and sounds
Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of pure cool sound

Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of vowels and sounds
Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of pure cool sound

Throwing rhymes on the corners
In clubs and bars, in houses and offices
Around the world they enjoy my merchandise
It's pure fine stuff, dude, the kind that breaks speakers

I'm risking it, always throwing pure cartel
Back in the dawn in Santa I have my headquarters
Where I work the shit that lifts you up
The one that hallucinates you, raises your adrenaline

Hey, the one that always lights you up cool
The most potent, there are more and more people
Addicted to my product, man, can't you see it?
For the rhyme traffic, Santa's is the best cartel

Hell yeah, we're not new in the game
Some think you arrive and make it right away
But they're wrong about it
It takes a long time to get everywhere

Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of vowels and sounds
Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of pure cool sound

Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of vowels and sounds
Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of pure cool sound

Look dude, what's being thrown around the streets
Pure badass rhyme ready to fly away
Throughout lit neighborhoods
Dude, this is real, I know what I'm saying

It's distributed for all the crazy ones
This is good stuff to blast in their neighborhoods
Let the drawers explode and the speakers buzz
With the raw material from Santa Catarina

Put on a baisa and come to the clicka
Everyone wants to hear good rhyme
From where you want it the most, if Babylon rules
Trafficking cool without cutting or malice

Look at me, connecting with the big ones
Leveling up, I'm reaching the Andes
I passed through Everest and back to my place
I know I made it, dude, don't be scared of the green

Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of vowels and sounds
Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of pure cool sound

Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of vowels and sounds
Trafficking rhymes, trafficking style
Trafficking kilos of pure cool sound

Alright
Hey, hello, where are you?
With the bicho and with the dha, we're still here
How are you?
Cool, I'm about to finish here

Don't forget the commitment
As soon as I finish the album, I'll be back there
That's why I'm letting you know, you have to be here on time
I'll reward you later
I hope you don't come up with just blah blah blah

If you can, buy me some glasses at the airport
I can't find mine and I'll exchange them for a kiss
Don't let me down
Just for a kiss, not even as a chambelán, give me everything else
When you arrive, you'll see, bye