De La Jodienda

Don't break me if the juice has pulp
For the octopus chasing trends, I didn't serve it, dumbass, better cross
And get lost, buddy
It's not my fault you can't keep up to ride my rollercoaster

The weed kicks my brain like a mule
Emergency help, filleted fish
That girl ain't Medusa but I'm turned to stone
And I know it's not her birthday but she deserves a milkshake
Let's play one more round with the stakes high
I'm not getting on the carousel to grab the ring
Let's not get into details about that pup's age
Woop, woop! That's the sound of the cap
It's known that I've lived a wild life
Wanting to grow but I've got dirt in the pot
Now it’s too late, you were warned
That explains why sometimes, without meaning to, I left you hanging

My stay without rap would be more serious
But I got addicted to this, dude
Check your moves, son
The kick and snare spreading through my veins
I hustle hard at my job
Before drugs, a woman, or some STD takes me out
I don't stop with these ridiculous wannabe freestylers
Tell me who you roll with, I'll tell you who you are
And I'm not someone who kisses ass to those with balls

We're headed in different directions
I hate your filthy connections, for more views
My peers don't know any junkies
And when they do, they'll label us as silent killers
No doubt, annoying MCs on the bike, we're nervous
In the least favorable sense for you, I am
Hold on, if my dream is the nightmare of these parrots who don't even deserve the title of toy

With a lot awake, you spill mockery in a scam
MCs who skate to your lame matinee parties
I chose another path
The one of opponents and sunglasses
Because my eyes have no peso sign to hide
I follow the sample, cut and dirty trash, nothing new

Beat Touched

Touched, I want the balls, bro, from a friendly inspiration
That you couldn't lift and I have it on me without saying it, bam
I don't want fans, I want groupies
You want fans who easily get doped
Inferior minds that help you hold up that lying sign that you rap cool

And even among drinks, I'm a wild one
Rap is ours and it's not nerdy, keep the memes
I won't talk about the bands I listen to
Because you don't know them and I don't want some loser like you to burn them

Indie-scutable, I'm unmanageable
Indie-spensable, the speech is intelligible
Guilty of the uncorrectable rap, inalienable, inexhaustible
That speaks credibly in every toast
It bothers you that I take everything as a joke
That all my songs talk about whores and drugs
Let me explain, I get motivation from my vicious circle
I don't care to be the entertainment of some rich kid

I never strayed, I'm always true to who I am
You're always behind the one who makes it, wanting to be him too
Bullshit after bullshit and fill the gaps with English
If you have nothing to say, puppet, don't rap
My rap is for the sick, it's unique
I swear I fall asleep with your crap fit for all audiences
So the mole can freak out and pose
Proud of not being like them
Let no idiot hear me
Who belittles anyone who doesn't know

Surely I'm someone who knows

Let me introduce myself
I'm an MC, I'm Argentinian and one of the few who rapped with a native accent in 2014, ha

They say my race will disappear over time
A rapper with a rash told me that
No matter how many years pass
We'll never think of selling out like you, champ

Despite the hangover and still partying
My wit protects and backs me
I'm in my groove and I throw myself on the floor to write about what the muses hide under their skirts, bam

It's Monday and I'm still partying
Throwing shit, dude, I'm still partying
Let the one with a dirty ass itch
And want to scratch it
Me? I'm still partying

Despite the hangover and still partying
My wit protects and backs me
I'm in my groove and I throw myself on the floor to write about what the muses hide under their skirts, bam

It's Monday and I'm still partying
Throwing shit, dude, I'm still partying
Let the one with a dirty ass itch
And want to scratch it
Me? I'm still partying