E$Traño Jardín (feat. Gordo Sarkasmus)

Where capital rules, the sailor doesn't rule
I have the coconut in my hands and I eat it whole
For me, I would sell your soul at the worst price
Three times they will deny me, life has shown that
Alone, mom, I want a bulletproof vest
A watch that doesn't tell time, a gun without bullets
I'm a Rock star without guitars
I'll die high, remembering concerts and parties
I'm famous, don't make me laugh
I'm high, listening to Fania
Not even Johnny directs us
They're looking for me because of my bad habits
I'm not leaving and they miss me
I'm bad like Willy, to me
If I like Diomedes, I'm going to open a little store
To sell what no one can
I've been on the mic since 2009
I have reasons to ask who you are

They say they don't mince words
Of course, if I only have good news in my balls, I bring bad news
Don't move, I said never to a naked woman
I'm a caveman in your cave
So whatever, I never blame anyone for my mistakes
The city is sad, so many depressed
Bridges and cement, it's Medallo
I know where I am but I don't find myself
I don't know if it's the cold or the heat that almost makes me faint
Or the summer love or the symposium
Whatever brother, this is another
And for leisure, brothers in the consortium
No foul play if it's family
Boom-bap like Madvillain
Love for those who affiliate
To MBZ, they are Granuja and DobleZeta
And all from south to north represent this letter
Don't give me your affection, it doesn't affect me

Those who left will never come back
Life is not the same as in Borderlands
Today I spit rhymes, tomorrow they'll bite them
Even the paintings look at us, that's not news
Ah, yes, the blind without a cane, the heretics and the panther
They put an end to their novel
Too much never was enough for us
That's why albums come out if they ask for us out there
I got the flavor, rap makes me sick
Therapy of boxes and herbs
Harpies trap you with their tongue
They open wounds, set traps
You may lose and
Not even cookies have luck
I promised and you smoke before moons
Ah, I knock down those doors, I come back at the wrong time
Be alert, ask for help

Of course I have it clear, like López
What do I think this strange life will do to me?
Watching the cassette player spin
The uproar began, it's my escape
For every raised hand in the stands, an HP sucks rubber
In front of me, he spits serious, apparently this is what I was born for
Being a revolutionary doesn't make you a rapper, my dude
Suddenly, I take my share
There's always someone who enjoys and someone who gets pissed off
In my coast, there are no mere Moors
What wouldn't I give for his rap to be funny
I'm not going to go as crazy as Charly García
Those quirks and gestures are not for guys
For idiots and not intelligent like in Greece
Foolish, I'm leaving before it rots
One thing is to stumble, another is to get attached to the stone
Goodbye Lola, I leave you, you don't have the sugar cane
Dance alone but if you lived American Pie