De Pikiti Pakiti

Ja ja ja ja
Down below,
Like it's been 3 Februarys,
Villager and the bi,
The 26 muses,
In the village,
Hiphop underground,

And this is so that the pot is thrown once and for all,
With these masters of the word, better not mess around,
What we do is not a trend, not silly moves,
Pikiti pakiti, underground territory, mined zone,

Don't pretend or act like a character,
Mortadella, gather yourself because the savages are here, without fuss,
The ones who draw the most bluffs,
Put your hand out, kid, the centrifuge will get you,

Pikiti pakiti, a matter of muses,
This one that breaks you, that distributes here, equally thousands of rhymes, the one who abuses,
Who has with pulse, a lot of guts, and faces the fight, that Toni faces the night, that party you enjoy continues to be a bore, listen to me,

So much,
The dose of toxic, logical, musical, childish, solid, atonic, quantum, to your eardrum, assimilate the plastic,
I practice whip, fast, you don't, you've fooled me, you're not underground,
But a messed up one,
Hunting fanatics,
Living off real hiphop, my name a graphic talent, on my shoulder I have truths if it's known that it's frog, that at an early age I compose,
I know I impose myself, and I have a bunch of chicks and dudes so put me in, but cinnamon gives the bi, more than me, come to the bunch dongo,
Still,
There's a ton that you knew, you did all the anxious poetry of fantasy
mine empty, test of empty reach, cold, wisdom, offspring of muses that expel, excuse and announce my song, and they don't respect you because they are white and the points have been made holy no, it's that I rest so much, and I don't
Understand that I'm sweating and suffering and in charge of the band that never gave up,
I'm the one who always said what he saw, no doubt making this respected,
The rhymer tutor-writer, the best author-performer,
And held on why do you get involved,
If you see that they don't classify, fool why don't you withdraw, scram, what are you doing in my sight, and I wouldn't like to mess you up, scram, with a lot of pressure, depression, with the revolution, the mission is more than a platoon, a million with a microphone,
Brother,
This one that breaks you, that distributes here, equally thousands of rhymes, the one who abuses,
Pikiti pakiti, a matter of muses,

And this is so that the pot is thrown once and for all,
With these masters of the word, better not mess around,
What we do is not a trend, not silly moves,
The pikiti pakiti, underground territory, mined zone,

Don't pretend or act like a character,
Mortadella, gather yourself because the savages are here, without fuss,
The ones who draw the most bluffs,
Put your hand out, kid, the centrifuge will get you,

Pikiti pakiti, a matter of muses,
They know this is family, it's fatal,
No dirty excuses, confused with cunning strength,
I don't faint, fast horse like lightning, I don't fail or find myself among those who have more years than calluses, with them I don't carve, although listen to me,
Pick up, this doesn't loosen, I take the red card, so you don't catch me, what this rock is about, on every leaf, destroys the dreams of those who crave, to knock this down, with a fake humility, when in reality, has much more money than Naomi Campbell,
Better hold on, before, this kills you, in part, you who started, jump, in this act save that in beginner jump, insignificant gangster get it,
I'm powerful in combat, everyone here knows that you rap when it's not tomato season,
So why,
Do you get in my way with that routine,
If you don't have an anti-rhyme vest on you, lowering up,
Then don't finish the request, continue, there's no time to stroll,
I bought some colors, I have many bluffs to color,
I don't diminish, I'm right,
When I say I'm ambidextrous,
You know man, don't even try, to face, who sells my leg I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Samuel with a miner pick up because here the one who doesn't pick up leaves saying,
I want to fly with the lyrics, of that band in a concert,
So it's okay,
Pepillo how to grab the pencil,
If you want in 1, 2 x 3 to have thousands of enemies for free,
And be here,
Someone who doesn't have a miraculous penny,
But is admired, because he has to welcome the colonized to new Vedado,
Heavy game,
More messing with my patience,
This is so that your possibility of competition is screwed, decency is not in the rap agency, but in the dark street, listen to me,
The pikiti pikiti pakiti yooooo

A matter of muses

A matter of muses

A matter of muses

And this is so that the pot is thrown once and for all,
With these masters of the word, better not mess around,
What we do is not a trend, not silly moves,
The pikiti pakiti, underground territory, mined zone,

Don't pretend or act like a character,
Mortadella, gather yourself because the savages are here, without fuss,
The ones who draw the most bluffs,
Put your hand out, kid, the centrifuge will get you,