Plan B

[Scratches]
I have an inflatable plan that together with my brothers stretch,
the plan is rap without further ado,
Perfect metrics,
RAP,
listen this is Falsalarma, nen...

[The Saint]
To begin with, I plan to fuck you until I die,
Put a muzzle on this animal if you don't want the bug to bite.
tie my ankles and wrists with rope,
because today I bring that rap so that everyone screams, shit!
You probably don't even remember what we gave you,
We only bet on drawing this world by hand,
that in return, only the warmth that the public always shows,
altered, and endowed, with that warm acclamation with clamor,
It is not love for the sake of being a master,
No, I only claim an illuminated section,
because my dynamo doesn't work,
I'm already used to the sticks,
As long as the good guys don't swim, the bad guys will always win,
It's clear, today I can see you from afar, I don't stop,
my rhyme illuminates like a lighthouse,
in this little big strange boy,
I am clear, this year I shed sweat,
for an infallible plan that together with my brothers I stretch,
If we are prepared we throw ourselves headlong,
to say that Spain is not doing well, or to criticize the seal,
I hate it,
in case anyone believed,
that I depend on it,
The plan is just rap, if at most I set up a label,
The fact is that everything is talked about out there,
Falsalarma peta forums,
today present alone conquer the globe,
rap in parrots,
for which I improve,
and I rise from the mud,
and delighted at every gig,
Without further ado, for being with you,
all stars?, not us,
for being in the photo
I don't have a broken ass for signing autographs,
only that I am devoted,
of rap and it blinds me,
and although sometimes I don't get the irrigation,
Without going blind I go like a motorcycle.

[Chorus]
Think,
that I have an infallible plan that "tempts" everyone,
always let your mind fly on "free" rein,
and when you want to realize,
There will be no turning back when this Plan B is presented (x2)

[Tito]

My problem is not you, but me,
my mind is a toxic residue,
but all the nicotine in each lung,
From time to time I suffocate, I hate this addiction,
Lately I've been looking at the Rolling Stones,
Thank goodness I drink little, to say nothing,
At least it saves me, body and soul, by staying at home,
I don't know my limit, I haven't tried liquors,
Do I need to drink to laugh? No, and much less if I'm with Prome,
get better, rapping based on Accion Sanchez, aka Ac Sleiter,
Call me Toper Harrier,
I'm doing well, I don't look like a homo sapiens,
your mouth smells like feet,
Santi likes Cypress,
And the thing is, I can't quit tobacco,
I have more and more cough, and more of a coarse voice,
fed up, I'm done,
every morning worse,
I must have every lung moldy,
I smoke for two,
I inflate the balloons with smoke,
I don't manage to take care of my health, it's common,
Like American cops with donuts, listen to my album,
my learning came from the Vestus,
You already see my status,
I go Royo MA Barracus,
I go towards the light, happy,
I have wood like Pinocchio and the creativity of Geppetto,
I have all the brakes,
nitrogen bottle for the perfect acceleration,
I'm sorry I'm going to meet you,
"Hey sir, get out of the way,"
If you don't want to talk,
better paint,
Today I see more tags, with fatcaps,
What weapons in Mad Max?
Batmans in tracksuits,
stained sneakers or flip flops,
If you cross out, they will cross you out with more tags

[Chorus]
Think,
that I have an infallible plan that "tempts" everyone,
always let your mind fly on "loose" rein,
and when you want to realize,
There will be no turning back when this Plan B is presented (x2)

[Scratches]