Melasa (feat. Lopes)

I stepped down in a flashy way in Guillermina, with a super cool flow
Some Jordans, eleven black ones, and a sideways cap
The rappers in Spain are scared of me
Because they didn't support me and now I'm the one on top

Watch out, they don't even sound on social media
We represent the most marginalized neighborhoods
Don't talk to me about machetes or knives
We're in 2021, everyone deals with metals

They said, Spanish rap was dead
I brought it back to life and put it inside me
They act all street when there's a mic open
But they have less street than desert roads

It's true, I always rhyme in couplets
And they create structures without meaning
I rap to narrate everything that has happened to me
Poetry for García Lorca and Antonio Machado

We're tough guys like El Cuco
Outlaws like Curro Jiménez but with more firepower
I'm not a magician, but I can do a trick
With a lighter and paper, I make all the weed disappear

I crush the instrumental in a brutal way
Lethal, spreading chaos around the capital
So-and-so, I have you scared
The best and the best came together, Jincho and Lopes

Tell me, what's up, chill
Moving the kilos, cooking the fat
Too much style, a lot of molasses
It's La Gente Fuerte and 16H De Plaza

Tell me, what's up, chill
Cooking the fat, moving the kilos
Lots of molasses, too much style
We're the best, they have to give us credit

If you don't have money, you'll pay in favors
But you'll pay, don't piss me off
Ready for whatever comes like an emergency doctor or Capone
I put topics on trend and kilos in alleys

I'm good on flow, but bad in the head
I get out of trouble and go to the next one
They're all criminals until they face a judge
And they save their freedom by selling out their people

Jincho and Lopes, the swagger and the rawness
The most criminal duo of Spanish rap
Blessings to the screwed-up people
Who prefer to serve a year in prison than be hungry all their lives

I'm the tough one in the game, I'll rip off your Calvin Klein
If they ask suddenly, I don't know
My word is law like the gold in my seals
And the only law you have is that you collaborate with them

Hey, you talking about ruin, dude
If the rent for your apartment is bigger than my neighbor's salary
A fairground worker or bumper cars
Represent me more than many rappers from your block

Going all out, I go all in
There may be distractions, but no one can stop me
If you mess with my respect, my home, or my part
I don't have time to go, but they'll go on my behalf

Tell me, what's up, chill
Moving the kilos, cooking the fat
Too much style, a lot of molasses
It's La Gente Fuerte and 16H De Plaza

Tell me, what's up, chill
Cooking the fat, moving the kilos
Lots of molasses, too much style
We're the best, they have to give us credit