Apaga El Cel (feat. The Colombians, Zetazeta y Deejohend)

One move and the king's in check
It's Lucho Suárez, Messi, and Ney sipping mate
They talk about rap, we’re the alma mater
No matter how much they pray, I doubt they’ll tie us

Partly, it’s our fault the vision changed
We made art, now everyone has their song
They started on Tuesday, another whim hit them
When they know what they’re doing, music left them behind

Baby, give me what you want, I don’t want the reason
Bring your flavor, make me a pain, take me to the clouds
Follow the light to the end of the tunnel
And when the sun comes out, it’s an Uber home

She said: Let’s go to the woods, where the signal can’t reach
Where I can get lost, just need the firewood
Give me a moment, babe, turn off the phone
Light one up and let’s fly, between your legs

Let’s go to the woods where the signal can’t reach
Where I can get lost, just need the firewood
Give me a moment, babe, turn off the phone
Light one up and let’s fly

Rubbing my hands like the fly eyeing the plate
I’ve got respect in the streets, the opposite of the factor
Under effects from defects, scandal for the biatch
I’ve seen them with fat wallets, with broken eyes

Hey, all the shows, the bros, and the blowjobs in slow-mo
Came from making flows
What you think of me matters as much as a Grammy
If I’m not rocking Tommy, I still shine, babe, let’s be roomies

Holy marimba full of grace, thanks
Lack of amnesia, caught up in the salsa
With enough hunger to know it’s not negotiable

She said: Let’s go to the woods, where the signal can’t reach
Where I can get lost, just need the firewood
Give me a moment, babe, turn off the phone
Light one up and let’s fly, between your legs

Let’s go to the woods where the signal can’t reach
Where I can get lost, just need the firewood
Give me a moment, babe, turn off the phone
Light one up and let’s fly

Babe, I feel like a motherfucker, I can’t stop to pray
Scarlet eyes, the smoke makes me cry
Baby, if they call, don’t answer, I don’t want to talk
I’m just smoking, going in circles in the same place

Oh, I’m making up whatever
To break free from the prison that’s out there
To fill them with illusion with the shit they desire
To buy happiness when the coins run out

It kills me, heart of tin
Life hits hard with a buttstock
And spills blood for the cash
For the calm, there are wars, and I feel like they’re taking it from me

The skinny ones, the bikes without plates
I come from the corner where they played and stashed the packs
The rats mess up their noses
The school, the bags, and the kids who rap the hardest

The skinny ones, the bikes without plates
I come from the corner where they played and stashed the packs
The rats mess up their noses
The school, the bags, and the kids who rap the hardest