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Damn, JCC

Now I sing, the doorman lets me in
It doesn't matter if they're Nike or Lacoste the couple
I'm in tracksuit, I pay cash
You in coke, me in clothes for my old lady

Surrounded by ho-ho, I look like Santa Claus
I love my dad and the Mustang that will be for him
He moves slow-low, but he's a faithful cat
I'm going to stay in your memory like Rafael

Thirty-five blocks in the gut
They're to motivate me if my heart seizes up
I show them, when they ask me I love it
He was my brother and now he doesn't congratulate me

I've seen them down, they go to the bathroom and they're like Popeye
I'm like Manolo, I have royal blood
Drunk rapping in the basements of Argüelles
My audience knows who the dock is, yeah-yeah

I dress Rafa, I never smell fafa
Your number one artist sees me as a threat
It's not the same, it's not a Biza session as a sensation of a trump card
Head held high, we're like a giraffe

They ask me for photos in line
Some nasty comment that I ignore
Don't overdo it, my brother, that's not cool
They already know the story with Marco Carola

He didn't come to see me when he had the heart attack
But now he's on my side when he knows I kill it
I don't know if it's because I sing
But before the elders didn't greet me so much

They envy me because this is my job
They deny it, but they know I come from below
I may have a diploma, but I feel like I don't fit
Or it was making music, I quit

Now I sing, the doorman lets me in
It doesn't matter if they're Nike or Lacoste the couple
I'm in tracksuit, I pay cash
You in coke, me in clothes for my old lady

Surrounded by ho-ho, I look like Santa Claus
I love my dad and the Mustang that will be for him
He moves slow-low, but he's a faithful cat
I'm going to stay in your memory like Rafael