Hambre de Más (feat. Klan y YSY A)

Showtime, the man of the year
Your best rapper, I have him as an intern
Two polos, binary numbers
I went for the primary, left the secondary

The lord of the flows
If I shout 'Duko!', they say: You know
The ring is noticeable, lights, camera, action
They respect me from here to Japan

Streetwise, Street Fighter
I sing tricks without cards
Young King, Myke Towers
I'm on my shit twenty-four hours

I charge you without taxes
I sharpen the pencil, syntax
Opening your eyes is free
We're not in the matrix here (damn), yeah

Wuh, wuh, wuh
I kill the beat and they say it's a crime
Murder when I grab the mic
They say I'm their favorite villain

Wuh
I'm so fly, mommy, flying, Emirates
Don't bother me while I smoke chocolate
I take her out of the park like Shearer with the bat, checkmate

Craving more, craving more
Craving more, more, more
Excess fame, excess fans
An excess flow, more, more

Money? More
Data? More
Kill, more
How many more? Yeah

How hungry I am, like the first day
The name I have, nobody knew
The place I come from, they didn't know either
Who Lucas Matías was

We'll see each other again next time
Potion
It's just that when there's a lot of hunger
It cooks
I rapped, dreamed, sounded like a lie

Thinking about even leaving Argentina
Asking for a photo even from the neighbor
And she doesn't even imagine
That I used to sleep on the corner
The same one she looks at me from
Flying over her in a plane

Craving more, craving more
Craving more, more, more
Excess fame, excess fans
An excess flow, more, more
Money? More
Data? More
Map?, more
How many more? Yeah (YSY, YSY, baby)

I don't even ask how much is left
What I wonder is if it fits in a single silk
If it fits in an L or if it wants a blunt
Beautiful, always wants more things, just like me, okay

We arrived with a bunch of baby sets
The trick is the same, the tires are new
I no longer have enough to know they fly
I don't see the wings or feel the soles

I want to save these minds so skinny that they are hungrier than Africa
What hurts is that I'm a Bambaataa South American white like Antarctica
There's no creative director for my tactics
Less condoms that hold

The botox explodes, the latex explodes
Vote after vote, no more ties
The bad one is already gone, this is pâté, it's minced
I ask for a square diamond, chain for me, just like the ring

Craving more, craving more
Craving more, more, more
Craving more, craving more
Craving more, more, more
Excess fame, excess fans
An excess flow, more, more
Money? More
Data? More
Map?, more
How many more? Yeah

How hungry I am, like the first day
Craving more, craving more, craving more, more money
An excess flow, more, more
An excess flow, I can't count it anymore
How many more? Yeah

[?] More, more
YSY, more
Klan, more
Duko, more
Uanti, more
How much more? Another one