Bombo Caja

Ye, it's the Evindiambua a bass drum a box,
ye, it's all I need,
all I need is a bass drum, a box, a mic,
to make a hit,
nigga please,
I live as if I'm in a ring,
I see rivals everywhere,
some flesh and bone,
another just a product of my brain,
shit, today I care a little more about my weight,
everyone talks about Smith &,
while snorting,
what the fuck...

This is live it and tomorrow will be another day,
find a life, everything is shit,
lores visit corners,
drug addicts with ties who then try to look down on me,
bastard, but I know your dealer,
what's up?,
it's war, the jungle,
too many weekends among sons of bitches,
this is for lack of prestige,
take Prestig, take absurd press,
trash TV, temp agencies, talent shows,
and fuck you,
this is ding dong, another son of a bitch,
not Calcutta,
this is in quotes,
honorable gentlemen traveling to Cuba to fuck little girls,
spaghettis please,
What happened to Rosa?,
parks where immigrants can't sit,
this is go to Afghanistan,
where they're already in ruins,
leave them worse off than they were and then come back home,
destroy the ozone layer,
fuck Kyoto Protocol,
plant the earth with mines,
prevent AIDS patients in Africa from getting medication,
this is "No Woman No Cry",
the Gulf thing was for the oil not for Kuwait ...

This is rap, a bass drum, a box and a mic, and an MC, Evindiambua