Por Los Viejos Tiempos

Maybe today I only think about who interests me
who has one thing on their mind and takes it away because it's heavy
say I'm tough like a guard dog
you already know: I don't give a damn about your greatness

Migue, I'm lazy by nature
sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer
brother, I take care of my neighborhood and my people
like your dad takes care of his bank account
I wish I could be 12 years old again
I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel strange
smoking hash and remembering the past
blood brothers, there was never deceit
it's 3 aces that bring the play
your stop is requested
you're worth nothing
eh, just listen and improve
or try to write after smoking pollen
I affirm that I lost 30 bills, mommy (you see)
I just prefer to do it this way, always in the ring
long before singing to some chavs
I follow my path looking for gold
I don't care about silver and bronze
smoking and being blinder than the director of the ONCE
and if I have to lose, what am I going to do, huh?
I will always train with this pencil and paper
sons of bitches like me, we aim for the maximum
and thinking about the past always gave me encouragement
style matters, forget your roles
faithful words are the ones that hurt the most

Hey caliber
What's up?
Rap from the notebook to the street
For the old times, hey, no detail is missing
Hey above
What's up?
The mission is not to fail
For the old times three aces and the rap

Like any MC we are reaching a level
and we have turned to rap like flies to honey
damn with prestige, double jesus and miguel
I could study your life but it seems like a joke
either jesus puentes nor el midas, I'm jesus without a quarter
with nerves on edge
rattlesnake
I already placed your sign
just with pencil and paper
sometimes I feel inferior, sometimes healthy
and if I feel like it today I'll be kind to you
fly, I bring fabric to make Titanic sails
I've been living for 15 years and I don't pay much attention to Juani
I try to keep my little relationship with chavs
I live with style even though I don't dress in Armani
dude, I have family in Madrid and Barcelona, Salamanca and Seville
my rap is not rat meat like they serve at McDonald's
you have low morale and you can't stop jerking off
I'll be the one to encourage you always among drums and boxes
honor of a great lord among your wet panties
a C4 is my way out and a C3 is my arrival
Monday morning I won't be the one to endure it
my soul will stay in bed even if my body gets up
my lifestyle is to live with style
and I still remember Miguel Angel always getting into fights
my skin harder than steel
friends and companions
those I count on my hands and still have several fingers left
I proceed, seeing that I'm falling behind, and I overcome it
I maintain a healthy life and screwed up by my sister
waiting for those 5 days when the weekend arrives
for the old times at this moment I try
to make everything clear and walk on the cement
I'm happy inside so enough of complaints
today my hundred percent

Hey caliber
What's up?
Rap from the notebook to the street
For the old times, hey, no detail is missing
Hey above
What's up?
The mission is not to fail
For the old times three aces and the rap

I could do it sitting down, with one hand behind my back
if I get hard with your thong I'll come in your miniskirt
and whoever breaks it pays, so I owe you some panties
I want to catch at all costs, kicking looking for cost
if it's not solved everything shows on your face
another episode, above and caliber,
I want to hold onto you brunette and you want to be free
nothing new if this weekend I end up lying on the floor
cousin, life is not just 2 days or a game
and I think I spend a year dreaming and that shit
summer of 2000, trio of aces, do you remember?
I'm back more awake, I never had the open sea
it's true that I got into trouble with little and I'm stirred up
I won't lie, feelings for women of the moment
actually I'm looking to get laid, bitch, actually I don't feel it
I don't care about your anarchy, your lip-sync with choreography
I have friends who would do better than you without it being their day
mom, I feel cold my snitch is empty
only looking for a girlfriend and remembering about that trio
here I put it with rap of 2 diamonds
shoulder to shoulder, partner listen there I'm amazed
I live rap from 13 to 11 I painted on your block
yesterday was KDB today ODB and unfocused....

Hey caliber
What's up?
Rap from the notebook to the street
For the old times, hey, no detail is missing
Hey above
What's up?
The mission is not to fail
For the old times three aces and the rap.