India Conocida (feat. DJ Dmoe)

Yeah, well-known India or monkeys with AIDS
Duck women and grill dudes
Since my communion, I don't go to the chapel
Whoever has light, they stick to it like moths
So do that do that do do that that that
If I burn buds, I'm the man, your daddy
Not even with a magnifying glass you can see the rap, pa!
I see him shooting arrows at this overseer
Then they ask for peace, buy a diaper
It seems like his hip-hop comes out of his ass
I'm phenomenal, I'm an animal
That's why I don't take what they throw personally
Reason and make it sound
Rapper who puts everything with balls
I know, mom, that I'll be able
As long as I don't think with my balls
Always

I'm the son of the cat
The father of how many, nothing is resolved
In the hunger school, I'm enrolled
Because of my blood, I don't want more, maybe not even suddenly
I don't want to work either
I don't release rap like Pedro his knife
Win or win because I don't like anything else
You don't tame me like Madonna, not even with tricks
Even for good intentions, there are tensions
Friends drift away in portions
For the lime or for underwear, it's not summer
I have to eat, if I don't expel it, it consumes me
I know the fake man well
There are no songs, only comments (it's crazy, man)
Like the branches of a tree for the scratches
To pilot beds, I'm Raikkonen

More abortions, fewer b****es
No law captures these outlawed and forged rhymes
Theirs are forced, I know you were pretending
You insulted me, gossiped, and you know heresies (I)
I don't read lips, what I see is blabber
They are just insults and not memorials, few wise people
Without dignity, motherf***ing, at the table Octavio
I can't live without Rap, which is love without anger
'High as hell, high for the heaven'
Breathing and fighting since 'eighty-seven'
Don't try to rap if you can't drink it
Let the water flow if you don't drink it
A.K. to AK-47, caressing success
There are no palaces here like the chaca
It was trustworthy but in the end, it's just
The rat that later shows the badge

They are montuno, listening to this is a luxury
This July didn't turn, 1, 2
I have tricks that no witch has
Anyone who says this died is a fool
Didn't go to the studio
Hey! I would accept any pact
Writing under the influence, smoking a tree
Here the devil doesn't only appear in mangoes
Also in what I talk about and especially in concerts
Rooster, I always have 16
I'm already 23 and haven't revealed secrets
There are always rhymes to jam without knowing why
And some who copy and greet at the same time
And I... Who isolate myself at times
To come back with the same
I enjoy little but everything is mine
They want the free stuff and leave cold

Hey yo, Fercho!
They shoot and bite me in the same verse
Now they hate me but want this (want this)
I know I bother them without them seeing me
Their fame lasts as long as a curl for me
In the street they say that my audio
Will pay for my Audi, my ranch, my hanger, my brandy
In rap, they look at you like Lenz (How, How?)
I drive them crazy like Mandy (How, How?)
From flattering to talking s*** in the songs
(From others), without payola playing on the airwaves
(You'll see), without crowning, I share the melon
It's for marking the good that I bring you more fire
And I take care of my plant, I don't spend on a hookup
You pay for the nail polish, I take off the bra (yeah)
It will be your discard when the paper runs out