Las Balas (feat. El B)

Around these trunks of revolutionaries, bro
Here the words are our bullets

Around these trunks of revolutionaries, bro
Here the words are our bullets

Around these trunks of revolutionaries, bro
Here the words are our bullets

Around these trunks of revolutionaries, bro
Here the words are our bullets

Once again at your house, you know who we are
Pen and microphone, how?
Without fear and without promo
Spitting lead, bang bang, raise the tone
The woman and the showman burst the ozone layer
Explaining that when speaking clearly
Words are no longer words, words are bullets

The voice of the street, the detail that the press doesn't show you
Expression of tension that knocks down your door
Pressure imposed on the dead conscience of this society
And its dirt, it's the reality to which we respond

We stand firm
A lot of rap for your speaker
It's done like this, man
Cleansing your soul with rhymes

From the corner working tirelessly and without pause
Hip hop the weapon; my people: The cause
You see, it's about faith
Talent, love, humanity, and courage for everything to flow well
Don't let anything destroy your idea, fight back, not one step back

Give it fire
Non-stop so the fakes run away
I'm a soldier, homie
Not a comedian
I'm not looking for a Grammy
Atomic style, logical, typical
I'm a kamikaze
Phrases I shoot, I don't retreat, I get inspired quickly
And another kilo is coming, baby
Here's another classic
I chew tracks, practice hard rap, drastic, tactical
Unique, pure crack kid
Mature without hurry, I swear I'll get there
For me, the top is a good rhyme
I control the game

Here I go again
To hit you fly with Danay
Compay bomb and clear mind: Shoot, no brakes
Flow with spray directly to your face, filling you with holes
So you don't press play again
Without putting on your vest

Speaking clearly in your face
If you want to be a real MC
Look for a reality and record
You have to be consistent in front of people
Or you might suddenly become nothing
Use the word that separates peace from bad fame
Which will then be used against you
Change the rhyme
If I transform it and place it
And I change it and I take it
And I put it in another corner
And I put the rhyme in another time
I leave you breathless and with nothing
We have a private party where rookies are detected
If you're not on the right track, disinfect it
Or you'll see the door closed

I don't know if we've made ourselves understood, hahaha

Around these trunks of revolutionaries, bro
Here the words are our bullets

Around these trunks of revolutionaries, bro
Here the words are our bullets

Around these trunks of revolutionaries, bro
Here the words are our bullets

Around these trunks of revolutionaries, bro
Here the words are our bullets, yeah!