9 de Marzo

Talk to me, Cyril, let's take the chip off these people, daddy
Show them who we are and that the movie is real
You're a problem for the competition, my brother, what's up?
You sing to the women and you sing to the guys from the neighborhood, the ghetto

You know what it's like to be down there, little brother
You have to give it your all, you have to break it
And you tell me anything, gonorrhea
We're here for whatever, let me know

The European 50 Cent, nigga, ah-ah
If I don't see it, I don't believe it, nigga, ah-ah
The European 50 Cent, nigga
The 22 The Rebels
Me

I don't know what you're going to do, I don't know what's going to happen
If I stop with the demons
You-You can't come in, or step on my zone
José Antonio will shoot you

You're nothing, just collaborating
With the police as a witness
And I'm not one to talk, I just know how to hustle
To add to my assets

Every week you hear a shootout in the neighborhood and it's not San Juan
If you're in a gang, it's four years, I told the judge we're a clan
The Mossos keep stopping me, but they don't know their kids are fans
In good times people come closer, damn money, it's like a magnet

The street has no teacher, but it has taught me more than school
It takes nine months to be born but with a button you can die in a minute
Some wear their mask, I play dumb, they're cunning
There's no one like Cyril Kamer, don't think there's a substitute

I-I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid to die without leaving mama four million
Why the hell do you think I'm singing these songs
I hate fucking fame, I've never liked mentions

I come from the underworld, as a minor doing missions
In the street all my blacks are skilled
Portal of— mobiles
A German car with an English ass
How do you talk about drip if it's AliExpress

Motherfucker, you're a mother-dick
In the street I sell bricks
My Glock stick at the waist
Bills are blue like the Crips

I don't know what you're going to do, I don't know what's going to happen
If I stop with the demons
You-You can't come in, or step on my zone
José Antonio will shoot you

You're nothing, just collaborating
With the police as a witness
And I'm not one to talk, I just know how to hustle
To add to my assets

That's for being a big mouth, we made you dance, olé-olé like Rosalía
And the street doesn't come with a manual, I learned on my own, I didn't have a guide
Good morning was just to say because I've never had a good day
But if I tell the truth, when I make ten thousand it makes me happy

Fifty blacks in your portal, when you see them you have a heart attack
They always carry metal at the waist, blade, Rambo, butterfly and Draco
We are the children of the Condal, toothache of the men of Paco
I spent days in the hospital, I risked my health to have a taco

No face no case, no face no case
Jump out the window, almost broke my arm
I have a portal that looks like an Aso
I see your face and I only see a clown

Double G walks with the taser
Fries your skin like a steak
We don't want checks, we want cash
And your girlfriend made me the jiggy-jiggy on deck

I don't know what you're going to do, I don't know what's going to happen
If I stop with the demons
You-You can't come in, or step on my zone
José Antonio will shoot you

You're nothing, just collaborating
With the police as a witness
And I'm not one to talk, I just know how to hustle
To add to my assets

They say Cyril only sings about love and they don't know the reason
I still have a trial, the judge looks at my song
They want to take my lyrics and use them in a statement
And the only thing that saves me now is having the presumption

I get goosebumps when I see a letter from the court
Everything I earn in music I'm spending on a lawyer
This March 9th another very delicate trial
If I'm found guilty I hope people remember my legacy