Callejero

And everyone here knows who already came (yes)
Clandestine rapper
Pa-pa Paisa (streetwise)
Pure and fine HH
My heart no longer feels the pressure
Day after day of persecution (on the street)
I have the law that things are as they are, but
They can't take the rapper out of circulation (yeah)

Streetwise, under the watchful eye of the patrolman
Because I'm from the neighborhood, they look at me like a thug
Excuse me for a moment, ladies and gentlemen
I want the whole world to know that we are rappers

They judge me by my appearance, many people sentence me
Because without evidence they think that mine is violence
That being from the neighborhood, unnecessary bad comments spread
Saying that there are several like me
I take it calmly and use rap as my weapon
I let go with the rhyme that my hand connects
I continue with my routine uncovering the fine lyrics
And if I lose discipline, it's because I have a corner

If topic by topic I break the scheme
Posing problems outside the system
I have the cream in this dilemma spitting
More phlegm with burning lyrics (stop)
This is Kalibre fucking niga from the Glock next to my brother
The Pa-pa Paisa possessed by hip-hop

Feel the release
People know we are the key
So take it easy and pass it like syrup
Strip rapper
That we break it on any beat
Showing that we have too much here on the ship

Streetwise, under the watchful eye of the patrolman
Because I'm from the neighborhood, they look at me like a thug
Excuse me for a moment, ladies and gentlemen
I want the whole world to know that we are rappers

Mine is not about putting together rhyming words
If I speak like this, it's because I've seen the traces of crime
I rhyme, connect, and flow
Alaraco flow is raco

I don't get involved in evil by respecting, the crime
And the way I rob
Don't interfere on the sidewalk, the track
The letter rolls, retreat
As long as you can, don't stain your silk suit
You feel the friction
Don't talk about people you don't know

We don't want Judas here
We don't want poses here
Walking and scratching
That now the whole street is combed
I respect your law
And you will respect my kingdom
In my HH zone, without a knife and without a ghost
Street madness is what my hand exclaims

I'm Hap, a real streetwise who grows, thinks, thinks
I speak well of my culture and I don't want to put garbage on my table
When the law interrogates me
No one advocates for me, They say that now I am the drug that is being discussed

Streetwise, under the watchful eye of the patrolman
Because I'm from the neighborhood, they look at me like a thug, excuse me for a moment
(I want the whole world to know that we are rappers)

Streetwise, under the watchful eye of the patrolman
Because I'm from the neighborhood, they look at me like a thug
Excuse me for a moment, ladies and gentlemen

I want the whole world to know that we are rappers
Kalibre (this is El Paisa)
With Pa-pa Paisa
This is Kalibre, the low family
LanzaPeRecords
In studios 2012
For the streetwise