Nido de Cucos

Ladies under my soles
On my shoulders, they don’t find solace
Even if not everything smells like it should
Not everything's good, not everything's bad
Better we leave, if we don’t see each other, we’ll talk tomorrow

Ladies under my soles
On my shoulders, they don’t find solace
Even if not everything smells like it should
Not everything's good, not everything's bad
Better we leave, if we don’t see each other, we’ll talk tomorrow

Ladies under my soles
Ladies under my soles
Ladies under my soles
Ladies, ladies

I value what I do, that’s why it’s not free
Caught in trouble but without a rush, I fell in love and the mantis didn’t kill me
These rhymes were never classy
If they came from a stomach soaked in gastritis
I’ve been a fool, not a diamond
You can’t get mad if I decided not to be your lover
The kid with his infantry finally came out victorious from Dante’s hell

If I die, burn me, man, don’t bury me
Let them bury her from a son of a bitch like Cecilia Bolocco to Menem
If we’re grass, let them burn us, what else do we have if humans are another germ
Whores like Anne Boleyn, they’re sheep because they do it just for the wool
A fan will kill me like John Lennon or Selena
In Medellín, there’s no sea but her vagina filled with sand
The low world of Peri, more rapper than you on the street until you surpass me
Don’t threaten me with your cousins because I’ve got cousins too, cousin

I send them to get you operated
Some in jail, others in cribs
Some don’t have the drive, others call for the smoke
Chicks in line, my style is sharp, the street is my life, my drug, stages
Songs unwritten write the story
Carito talks to me in English and she’s not from Carlos Vives
I’m the kids’ desire to play
I run the game, you can call me: The Ten
Yes, yes, me, the world at my feet
I don’t care about the laws, if it’s rap, you can call us the kings
Yes, you, for X or Y, bro

I’ve never been cultured, lost generation
Bang! I’m the shot from Kurt Cobain
I abuse drink, the street made me absurd
I fly in a nest of cuckoos
And I fall soft, women make altars for me
My voice sounds in stereo in other places

It’s no mystery, they know
On Crudo’s beat, few fit
Sounds sensual like Guru, you know?
You know? Ah, I know what you taste like
Like sin and lust, tongues between palates
You’re a crime, like painting walls
Without being a hacker, you fell into my nets

You can’t save yourself anymore, I want to run
They want to love me
I just let myself be caught, I won’t let myself be tied down
I make them lose, for

Ladies under my soles
On my shoulders, they don’t find solace
Even if not everything smells like it should
Not everything's good, not everything's bad
Better we leave, if we don’t see each other, we’ll talk tomorrow

Ladies under my soles
On my shoulders, they don’t find solace
Even if not everything smells like it should
Not everything's good, not everything's bad
Better we leave, if we don’t see each other, we’ll talk tomorrow

Ladies under my soles
Ladies under my soles
Ladies under my soles
Ladies, ladies

Ladies under my soles
Ladies under my soles
Ladies under my soles
Ladies