El Son Del Divo

A lot, cheap, a guato for the show,
As long as you contain the laughter before
The dude, but never stop the anger
Of a duck, walking the streets
Taking shots at the shorty. Almost always
I mess around, I'm from the flower of lingo,
Beautiful Guadalupe, homies flower of
Lingo, weed-weed pingo, I never
Give up, we are what remains, you know,
I distinguish it. Chucho, Renato, the device
Booms, we didn't learn it, we
Bring it inhato, very Mexican,
Tremendous artifact, it never gives
Change because it comes exact.

Inhale, everything starts from nothing, like
If you had a kilo, salad,
You light up, turn on, pass the
Current, to see what happens here
In my mind. I follow the chaos
I don't care to recognize you, I give
What I receive and I won't wait
For the fuse to blow in my head, I don't know what
You expect, it's not what it seems. Just
Pass it to me, and the party gets
Really damn crazy, feel the rhythm,
Pass me the lighter, I know I can
Sink my teeth into it.

Anxiously I wait for the moment to arrive,
Don't stop, let's join the
Movement, but never check to the
Side in the seat, a mark
Is left on the pavement. I didn't realize
What I breathe, they are short glances
On the challenge, diva-son
My ego rises, lights, actions
Of an empty room. Lots of craziness,
My homies, what remains, strong
Visions and rituals await, they come
Smoking from the rooftop, they keep
Rolling down the stairs.
Diva-son, my ego rises.