Sonido Campeón

I ain't got no god, no country, no religion,
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of rum,
There's a cold shower in the living room,
Girls in the bedroom and Vietnam in the kitchen.

The curtain opens, the curtain rises,
Champion sound, boy, underground party,
The speaker blows, the kitchen explodes,
Madrid in the blood, glory or ruin.
Zero cake, look zero candy,
There's a motherfucker on every corner,
I gotta do it big like Angelina's lips,
I gotta do it smooth like Pininfarina.

(Fyahbwoy)

I come prepared blowing smoke, Madrid is on fire,
I leave flames from Vendril to Abelarde,
The Fyahman lately arrives a little late,
Some days everything is a mess.
I wish you were here to see where I'm going, mother,
I protect my bone against barking dogs,
A big one for all my family and my father,
To my girl and my friends, they know.

Listen to the champion sound, it's a different plan,
Raise your hands when I arrive with all my crew,
All the real people, come and tell me where they are,
They want to sound big but they can't master it.
The style you love, the fyahman gives it to you,
The one that sounds in Costa Rica, in Bogotá and in Panama,
You wanna try it? Sing, it won't hurt,
You wanna know who's in charge? The audience will say.

(Supernafamacho)

Don't give me lessons, boy, I built this shit,
I designed the plans, don't try to make me lose,
I keep pulling the strings, reigning in this jungle,
Smoking weed and drinking top shelf.
Another day, another party, living on the edge,
It's always Friday the thirteenth,
The money shrinks and the problems grow,
Watch your tongue and your back if you wanna be the boss.

(Fyahbwoy)

Send out the sound that everyone demands,
Reggae with More Bass, chilling among bands,
My soft music parks in the beds,
This is direct, not in batches.
And they brag, they sound big but I see they're slow,
They're in the mix and see they're off,
When I grab the mic, it gets crazy,
And let the jealous one burn.

Listen to the champion sound, it's a different plan,
Raise your hands when I arrive with all my crew,
All the real people, come and tell me where they are,
They want to sound big but they can't master it.
The style you love, the fyahman gives it to you,
The one that sounds in Costa Rica, in Bogotá and in Panama,
You wanna try it? Sing, it won't hurt,
You wanna know who's in charge? The audience will say.

(Fyahbwoy)

You lack winning World Cups like Rossi,
Champion sound, from Dr. Fosi's brain,
You think you got it but you don't even get close,
Everything that doesn't measure up is pussy sound.
We gotta be honest and consistent with ours,
It's not about sitting down and writing a text,
Or putting on a sideways cap with that gesture,
Because the kids are learning from this.

Listen to the champion sound, it's a different plan,
Raise your hands when I arrive with all my crew,
All the real people, come and tell me where they are,
They want to sound big but they can't master it.
The style you love, the fyahman gives it to you,
The one that sounds in Costa Rica, in Bogotá and in Panama,
You wanna try it? Sing, it won't hurt,
You wanna know who's in charge? The audience will say.