Quiúboles Que! (feat. Dharius)

This was unexpected, Dharius with C-Kan
Those dogs that barked, surely will cry
Because they know they won't be able to stop us easily
Surely they'll try to mess it up as always
What does it feel like to have already lost the respect of people?
The humble remain humble and the rest are just assholes
Some do it for money and others do it from the heart
From the streets to the streets, always, at all times
If you already know what's up with the Dog from C
And with the Tyrant D, pure top-notch rhymes
A couple of real Mexican crazies, what do you think?
Doing pure R-A-P, awesome like a DVD
And now what? What do you think? Mexican rap is on the rise
We sound all over the world and that's what motivates us
Long live Mexico, bastards, long live the whole gang
Long live Minerva from Cerro de la Silla

For my crazy ones who listen to me out there on the street
Hey, what's up!
For the mamasitas who write to me and ask: What should we do?
Come, what's up!
For those who open their mouths and just throw hate
Well, what's up!
For them to nod their heads to Mexican rap, look who's good, huh?
What's up!

My flow shines on its own and shines even more as a team
What we're doing, no one has ever done it here
Born in a cholo world where peace doesn't exist
Where everyone is bad and no one goes where you go
Suddenly bam, we took over
Making things happen in rap that had never happened
It's more than proven, we mark the new era
No one will stop it, do as you please
Here we are raising the flag of the country
And the truth is that nothing makes me happier
In the end, we are all children of corn
Although it seems like some have already forgotten their roots
The pipe has hash, I've been smoking all day
And they're asking: Please, keep doing what you're doing
Our rap is growing and Mexico deserved it
Neither you nor I nor anyone imagined it one day, ah

For my crazy ones who listen to me out there on the street
Hey, what's up!
For the mamasitas who write to me and ask: What should we do?
Come, what's up!
For those who open their mouths and just throw hate
Well, what's up!
For them to nod their heads to Mexican rap, look who's good, huh?
What's up! (Oh, oh, C-Kan)

I love the lazy life and anyone who messes with me, pays for it
They don't reach here, not even when they turn us off
Haters, line up where it says 'I don't care'
And where are the worthless ones who can't stand my success?
Ungrateful is what friends are called (what?)
Who talk about you after they're with you (yes)
Because in the past, no matter how it was (no)
They wouldn't be who they are if they hadn't met me
I make more money than weights, not like those bitches
Who if they don't talk about me sometimes, no one cares
They'll bury me and my rhymes won't die (amen)
Me on Earth or already with the earth on top
I left, man, on the stage, a golden finish with Dha
They keep thinking about the chorus and Christmas has arrived
So, what's up? What happened, where are they?
If they ask who did it, tell them yes, it was C-Kan, ah

For my crazy ones who listen to me out there on the street
Hey, what's up!
For the mamasitas who write to me and ask: What should we do?
Come, what's up!
For those who open their mouths and just throw hate
Well, what's up!
For them to nod their heads to Mexican rap, look who's good, huh?
What's up!