Simón Dice

Your love is a newspaper from the past, already forgotten
A page from a closed chapter
In a book that I narrate word for word
Incomplete with a secret sign

Behind the verses there is a person who reasons
The boss of the crown, the one who perfects the rhyme
I must know, it wasn't Cupid, it was Lucifer
That if I fell again, I rose but with more power

To reach me, it's almost impossible to match me
And even the wind doesn't dare touch me head-on
It's like walking in the rain, trying to dodge the drops
Pet, you don't take two steps in these boots

The pom pom, in PR whoever crosses me I break
Bastards, no one was in the house of the spinning top
Loves come by passing and pass by knowing
You have to understand that yours was yesterday's newspaper

Simon says says, Simon says says
That they move to the shore when I land
Simon says says, Simon says says
That the track is wet, be careful not to slip

Simon says says, Simon says says
They imitate my flow and no one discovers them
Simon says says, Simon says says
That we are going to break the Coliseum on October 10

Give me a break to pull you, a second to show you
That you are listening to the real owner of the art
In the relationship with my enemies there is no discussion
That Cosculluela the business, the fashion, the perfection

Golden cradle, with nuts in shining diamonds
Chosen by Jesus, to see singers collapse
And take it as it is truly supposed to be
Bastards, there is no one who can dethrone me

Make way, for the most famous voice
They have pointed at me, from the most powerful hands
But they never calculated that among all those things
The world is mine, Monthana, attentively social

I am untouchable, impeccable, flawless
After the established, above me, no one can speak
I don't even exist, I have twice what you've seen
My accounts look like the pyramids of Egypt

In cement and I'm going to make the story long
So you understand that I am not part of the movement
I am the movement in flesh and bone, but for that
The rhythm and fronting the thickest style, the prince!! (October 10)

Simon says says, Simon says says
That they move to the shore when I land
Simon says says, Simon says says
That the track is wet, be careful not to slip

Simon says says, Simon says says
They imitate my flow and no one discovers them
Simon says says, Simon says says
That we are going to break the Coliseum on October 10

Simon says says, Simon says says
El Mueka
Simon says says, Simon says says
Urba and Rome