Regalitos Para Todos

I hear rumors, someone talks badly about the exiled. Fakes to me are already dead and buried, you say we wouldn't succeed, that we wouldn't sell, our demos. You listen to us in your neighborhood and that pisses you off, go fuck yourself and eat my tool. Envy has never been a good advisor, and if not, wait and see that you're out. Truly now you regret it, you say you're sorry, snake tongue, you know you're lying. Don't mess with me, don't try anything with me, I kick more asses than balls, see the Morientes. I never believed in luck, I believe in quality, just like in death and probability. They told me I was rude for being a smartass, and I also don't believe in fake kindness. It's a damn habit we all have in society to camouflage the truth, in DC there's no mercy. What the punk DJ does is not rap, it's sacrilege and followers of the backs are still in school. Don't criticize my clothes, I wear whatever I want and silk it if you go like the queens of Montera!! I don't believe in the typical MC stereotypes, judging my way of living by my appearance. They boast of being rappers for wearing the baggiest pants, but how can they talk nonsense like that and be so smug! When later in rap battles, I disrupt your schemes; I improvise and you stick to your two themes. But well, there are assholes of all kinds, every day when I wake up I discover new prototypes. I see people who are out of touch, 1999 and many are clueless!! The followers of Uncle Paco criticize my rap, living in a memory I would say rather opaque. My rhyme is transparent like mineral water, luckily the general has been dead for a long time.

When you hear this song you might be afraid, I come with surprises for boys and girls, giving cuts, slashes, sticks, I'm loaded with gifts, you're loudmouths, fakes, fools, relax because there's something for everyone! Gifts for everyone, for all of you who pissed me off like balloons; gifts for everyone, hey I know what you're worth. Gifts for everyone, for all of you who pissed me off like balloons; gifts for everyone, hey I know what you're worth.

You hear those people who know my songs and you're surprised? The one who doesn't make an effort never climbs the mountain. You think screaming into the microphone is tough, and you're so stuck that there are cobwebs on your pen. Almost a year and two songs and you still act tough. Your balls must be heavy because you act tough. Fake rappers, you're the toughest guys. You claim to be the baddest, the truth is, I doubt it. There are people in the scene who can't stand us and it hurts you to know we're on a higher level. Do you want to hear the new stuff from the exiled? No!, sorry. I forgot we're the fucking envy of the area. Don't want tea?, well screw you, have two cups. We already have the crown, now let's see who dethrones us. Watch your girl dance our sacred dance and deep down in your soul you feel sorry, so sorry, so sorry. And I know it's jealousy from those who are gentlemen, from masses that sweep the stages and your house. Talking about our stuff was the main theme of the first CD in stereo, digital quality. And your excuses don't work, stupid regrets, you don't have the means?, tell me another story. The exiled already sound much more than acceptable, it took our sweat, no one has helped us, tireless work like a responsible father to move forward my kids, my hip-hop tracks. Some waste all their money on vices and more; I use my salary to expand rap, it comes first. Don't hesitate, it's obvious we're ahead. Look at Excalibur and the shiny microphone. I grab it, plug it in and the show begins, I bring gifts because I'm Santa Flow. From the east to the west and the best ohh yes! Bravo to me, I did one in English. Dotting the i's, clown don't get confused. You act like a know-it-all, what are you laughing at?, better not trust yourself.

When you hear this song you might be afraid, I come with surprises for boys and girls, giving cuts, slashes, sticks, I'm loaded with gifts, you're loudmouths, fakes, fools, relax because there's something for everyone! Gifts for everyone, for all of you who pissed me off like balloons; gifts for everyone, hey I know what you're worth. Gifts for everyone, for all of you who pissed me off like balloons; gifts for everyone, hey I know what you're worth.

I like mature women with experience, the devil knows more and learning is a science. Also the innocent and tender ones, but the best of all is getting between their legs. I pass on the flirts, the suck-ups, I won't kiss you if you won't fuck me later. I burn with desire to burn in the sky, I keep growing and my clan rises by the moment. It's written in capital letters on classroom desks, our name exiled and this has only just begun. You know which high school, the one with the poet's name, where there are few in class and many outside smoking. There you can find friends of the exiled. Companions at parties and in tough times; then there are the envious, a bunch of snotty kids, who act smart behind your back and friendly to your face. Enough of silly battles, fuck off, anyone who wants to battle with me will make a fool of themselves. I show quality in my tracks, I have no problems, and if you have no clue, shut up, that's my motto! Tired of hearing pathetic arguments; ignorant people have pleasant conversations. What are you going to argue with me about?, I have an intellectual advantage, you can't express yourself, your brain is full of straw. Get off your high horse, this is the real world, times change, progress and some go backwards. Closed minds that don't understand rap, if you don't like it fine, but respect it or you'll get it, from the one who shines with a light bulb, from the one who plants seeds, from the one who humiliates, from the one who has already worn out a thousand sneakers. I hate racists and fakes like Judas; I still have many doubts about some people. If you feel offended it's because you feel targeted, if you feel alluded it's because you wanted to, you know what it's for! Signed Ivan from the exiled clan school, sounding on CDs and turntables is the plan.

When you hear this song you might be afraid, I come with surprises for boys and girls, giving cuts, slashes, sticks, I'm loaded with gifts, you're loudmouths, fakes, fools, relax because there's something for everyone! Gifts for everyone, for all of you who pissed me off like balloons; gifts for everyone, hey I know what you're worth. Gifts for everyone, for all of you who pissed me off like balloons; gifts for everyone, hey I know what you're worth.

For everyone... for everyone!!!!!