El Chico de la Ropa de Colores

Six, zero, zero
K-A-Z-E (K-A-Z-E)
K-A-Z-E (K-A-Z-E)

If you want, you have everything you fancy
Boy wants an expensive car parked at the door
Boy dreams of paying the bill
Wants to live off music and fill the account

Boy doesn't want to study, he's pretty clear about it
He's made for business and he has it under control
Boy lives in a strange, uncontrolled and dysfunctional family
Where there's a lot and at the same time nothing, just drugs

Boy worked as a bricklayer
Works with a view of the sea, salary doesn't reach a thousand
Boy now helps dad, who gives him a place to sleep
Records rap songs that don't give him enough to live

Boy goes out on the street, boy smokes hash
Boy has changed sports for liters and freestyles
And the mariachis, and throwing coins at the foosball table, eh
To pass the time it's not the drugs, it's the board game

Boy ends up in Barcelona, in the Tordera area
He doesn't get along with dad and goes where no one expects him
It doesn't take long for him to go back down to grandma's house
I don't see twelve days, enough, the nonsense is over

Boy knows a lot, unfortunately
He grew up in a house that looked like pharmacies
Boy sees the deals and no goodbye or thanks
Skeletons worn out, with no money they come to trust magic

Boy doesn't follow the path he sees, he wants to have a CD
He loves it when it rains, he comes up with nine tracks
Next week, boy releases another nine
Tracks and the following week he releases another nine

People ask him for a photo on the street
He's working like never before, taking care of the details
And it seems he's already making some money with this
They're talking about his name, he's earning a place

Boy has people in his city who are starting to hate him
Just for innovating without anyone's help
Boy took money from an insurance
He bought his microphone and went hard at the right moment

Boy has an opportunity, he got a manager from his city
It seems this is progressing in big steps
Then he had another manager, then he found a brother
And the concerts came, the money and the hits

He loses hope so much that he doesn't even complain anymore
Every now and then, a family member behind bars
Living looking for boxes, thinking about making money
Boy focused and took advantage

He puts autotune on everything, they tell him he's not a rapper
Who's putting autotune now? Tois, you're not rappers anymore
Boy falls apart, that work begins
Boy now thinks a lot, boy says: I don't fit

Another afternoon, alive and in the library
Boy has met a kid who stands out
He hits hard when he attacks the notebook
He has good goals, and smokes good weed

Boy has a couple of groups, they release their demos
Nothing they release goes viral, they only move on foot
He hasn't taken a folder to school
He doesn't watch TV or trust the guy in the tie

He's recording semi-serious videos
He records his friend as best he can, he doesn't have the means
Boy has two uncles in the cemetery
In a couple of years that seem like two millennia

Changes, cursing God daily
Boy, no one folds your clothes that go in the closet
Problems come, anniversaries pass
Boy has a record and tours on stages

Low budget, lots of contacts
Boy lives off this and hasn't signed contracts
Back then there were four
When he didn't know he would one day miss anonymity

He had a few DJs, a couple of backing vocalists
Glory to Guillermo, the best on the dance floor
He asked a couple of artists to collaborate
But he didn't get a response from a couple of artists

Yes, it's no longer laughs, boy, you're full
And he can humiliate you in public being your opening act, no
They're not in a hurry, they want money
To get the family out of the holes

God damn, the booze and the kilos arrive
The 'I give it to you' and 'I take it from you'
Cocktails and shots, pizzas in the dressing rooms
Boy sleeps little and has breakfast in Chinese restaurants

They say boy has haters in his city
Some who skate and others who paint graffiti
He meets Isma for some signatures on the walls
Later in dark colors, he'll cross out a fool's ass

He pays for the rest's broken dishes, frustrations of the rest and envy of the rest
Someone who works can't always be thinking about the rest
And even less when they intend to kill someone who's already dead

Boy does concerts of three hours and something
And he's holding up, he arrives in the car with his team
He has people at home, a family in Ripoll
He only releases fat that will make him rich

He received his monthly income, it's spicy
The manager told him he looks like a drug dealer
Manager on the twentieth, singer boy
The festival is hot, Dante's lights

Boy wants to eat a medium-rare steak
And toast the path with a good wine
Boy comes to win, not to draw
He arrives dressed in a robe for the fight

Boy's mom met a guy
He had two brothers and they gave him two more brothers
He lives in La Palma, but everything is napalm
Karma will come, he'll pull out the gun and go: Bam, bam

Boy has a little sorrow in his soul
That's the last straw, for the damn calm
He came like sperm, he'll end up with a beard
Boy doesn't dance at parties, he chats with the bartender

He meets his idols and some are ghosts
He listens to SFDK, Violadores, Tote and Dogma
Boy doesn't change his boots or tracksuit
When it's all over, pour a Ballantine's for the band

Boy and the roundabouts, for alcohol in rounds
He doesn't jump rope, he doesn't think about canvases
For the fifth round, bad look, dances Panda
The bombs will come and he'll be able to buy his sneakers

And damn, how rich is the coke business
How easy they make it for this boy
That if he wants one day, he can, and not everything is so pretty
He says he prefers bars of this kind
Boy is not a mole, especially with his boys

He thinks all day, never shuts up
He ran from the thieves, then his uncle left
Then Uncle Paco, the one they called Kiko
Boy was fat, then he was skinny, all worn out
And he carries his head like a drum

He spent his adolescence and kept going
Boy has grown up and just wants to blow it up
He lives on another level, wants to charge a lot
He has to pay employees and lawyers
He has to invest and buy two townhouses
Boy and girl sweat, girl and boy sado