Ringui Dingui (feat. SFDK)

Some have told me an austere whim
To attack the bug, I plug in a pot
A lot of Trinidad for the santero
Oscar goes in the middle of Los Chichos, he must be Jero
I leave the shower late and hurry
Ibarra in the studio in the middle of ground zero
Full of mud, sounds like a slum
Where I come from and what I narrate sounds dirty, but I don't sweep hairs

I don't sweep, I narrate my thing
Shine!
Guy with simple style
Catch!
I bring the best of Seville
Everything I do is for a kiss from Aliyah
Oh! Yes! I!
Diggity grab the mic like a hammer
I hit, I spit: Puag! I spit! We dress many widows in mourning
I execute you for being a damn Judas
Doubts I dispel with Zatu
Now you have a problem
El Chapo with Escobar when you see us fly
Hey! I don't think you want to try us!

I don't think you want to taste it, when life has treated you badly and evil emerges
When you can't turn to dad, the scholarships paid, the cows for the poor are televised
When you give a bad look, one of those that say that no one hugged that child
No one kissed his face
Blaming the M-E-N-A is foolish, having bad intentions
I want you to stop measuring that bar

Stop! Stop! Dolce Guevara!
Get ready a little for what is coming
I only see people with diminished minds
A lot of information but no one knows anything
(Nothing at all)
I think politicians are unnecessary
Just like the journalists who get paid by politicians
Just like all the judges who get paid by politicians
And all the deceived people, I don't know how they do it!

Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
He's boogieing, on the beach he's boogieing, I saw him boogieing on the beach
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
He's boogieing, on the beach he's boogieing, I saw him boogieing on the beach

I was born in '80, they kick me 50
Photos on the beach don't pay me
They say Javi is crazy
How?, Crazy!
Such is the fear, the terror I provoke
Everything has a spirit, everything but you
A little donkey that doesn't even know the alphabet
A dark being that doesn't let the light shine
Ignorant! Piece of meat!
I don't leave the house
Perennial
Julio Verne
I take you on a trip on Friday
Safe culture so they can see me, but if only half enter, it's not worth moving
My mind wanders freely because it hardly sleeps
I feel the dark madness looming
The world hurts me
Do you understand? In my bed there are nits
My soul lives in November
Call my house, I removed the doorbell
Wicker cages for an unextinguished flame
Cruel bilingual heart
Let the fear diminish
I take the curve in Fenwick

The living feeds off the fool
Scam is not the same as robbery
Journalism sets the pace of the globe
I come to the studio where I escape from everything, I heal from everything
Do you notice how I rise from the mud?
For sorrows, drunkenness is good
If this sounds like you, it's because you have a lot of rap in your veins
Thanks to God for rap and to Zatu for pushing me
Unmatched style in the scene!

Elbow grease is what we have left
Word of a goth
Call the speech therapist
My chest a waiting room
There's a curfew at 11 and not even God in La Alameda
I walk through the center like a fair-skinned tourist
The gypsy comes with grace, sells me rosemary until I fully bring out my foreign accent
My car is brown and I have gypsy and non-gypsy on my heels
The cops come and say uh!

Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
He's boogieing, on the beach he's boogieing, I saw him boogieing on the beach
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
He's boogieing, on the beach he's boogieing, I saw him boogieing on the beach
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
He's boogieing, on the beach he's boogieing, I saw him boogieing on the beach
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
Ringuidingui
He's boogieing, on the beach he's boogieing, I saw him boogieing on the beach