Mi flamenquito

Andalusia,
flamenco is street,
New York,
rap is street,
malice, junk,
business, shadow,
Do details escape?
I love the choruses
the Caló of my land,
and the spell that awakens
the little flamenco through its streets...
My experiences make me say,
that here flamenco is rap
Any rapper from Seville,
has street? come on!!
in a poor neighborhood, flamenco
Corgantes of Camarón
it doesn't mean that national rap
follows that pattern...
Greetings to the institute
of Mairena del Alcor,
and to the juvenile centers,
educators...
do not prohibit the kids
from listening to Haze's buddy,
because for them it represents
freedom in their hearts...

CHORUS
Oh, the little flamenco
how it dominates me
in a candle
I carry it inside,
and it's that in the neighborhood,
it's heard on every corner
a flamenco spirit,
that sings,
even if it's out of tune...

Little candle, his brother,
shall we go for a pallet?
we need some wood
so it doesn't stop burning,
sing something, José,
sing Rosa María for us,
from heaven the angels,
will sing for joy,
that's it, that's it, that's it!
Rap of the south...
from its squares...
from the albero that suffocates you
improvising at the fair,
that's it, that's it, that's it!
rap of the south,
it manifests itself,
working like the most...
we're not
partying all day...

CHORUS
Oh, the little flamenco
how it dominates me
in a candle
I carry it inside,
and it's that in the neighborhood,
it's heard on every corner
a flamenco spirit,
that sings,
even if it's out of tune...

to those kids
who grew up
in neighborhoods among malice,
I need you
with a microphone,
by my side rapping,
from tough neighborhoods,
bad language
that means chav, okay,
I'm not into Armani
I wear Nike, you see it!!
in the slammer
you dance to the rhythm of rap,
Haze puts it on you...
the birds, freedom...

CHORUS
Oh, the little flamenco
how it dominates me
in a candle
I carry it inside,
and it's that in the neighborhood,
it's heard on every corner
a flamenco spirit,
that sings,
even if it's out of tune...