Machete

I was born among colorful mountains
I walked through the alleys, the street toughened me up
On horseback to the mountains, free and without chains
Finally, I know how to sharpen, sharp like a machete
With flow to earn respect
They come at you, the music doesn't fit
We combine flavors like chocolate and cornbread
Singer from the land of flowers
A fox that has overcome the pains
With the strength of the goats and their engines
To carry on my back this bad vibe
Hatred and all the shit that bothers me
And keep moving forward
With determination
I'm not a singer
I'm a whole land
I walk firmly
For whatever comes
Lots of flow, my love, ask about what you don't see
I walk smooth like the pure cane liquor
That passes through your hot throat
May God's glory rise
If you don't know me yet, I greet you, what's up, buddy?

I was born in 1996 in Envigado
From a Sonson incubator on a crowded bus
Dad patched up
Mom knew
And like a good Colombian, aloe vera for burns
Eagle-eyed, no time to waste
If they see my syllable, they back down two or more
Don't believe them, dad, I'm not worried about anything
Music speaks for itself
Displaced from violence but full of love and flavor
I pray, I'm a musician, not a madman from the past
Serve me that hot rum, my longing
We're going on horseback, crossing the fog
I toast for my land
Peasant, mountains
Coffee in the morning, snow on the border
Manizaleño mixed with Sonson
That's my gift, don't look for a boss

How much is a sunrise worth
Surrounded by tropical flowers
That saw me born here
Just liquor for thirst
Ji, palo santo syrup for those who want to drink
Flowmonk, one like no other
Ji, corn arepa for breakfast
Smells like fine herbs if I smoke
Smoke signals at the right time
From machete to the dance
Yes, it has a thug vibe
Kid from the neighborhood who became a singer
From bar to bar, constant
Until the speaker blew out
That's how the strings sound among the mountains
And it smells like cane, tobacco, and tar
Medellin and Cali to Barranquilla
We're here for whatever comes
I live by the fire
Surrounded by two seas, full of heat
Ask about what you don't see, we have plenty of flow
It comes from any corner, let's go

Haha, homie
Mr. Pablo
Slay (slay fox)
Mr. P motherfucker
Pablo
No
Come on
Come on
Yeah