Subi Al Cielo

Chorus [Shuga Wuga]
Sounds good what you say, rise to heaven
Sounds good if you look at me,
sounds good sounds good, good, good,
sounds good sounds good, good, ahh. (x2)

[Soma San]
Rise to heaven, fat oil tycoons,
rise to heaven, the devil kicked me out of hell
Rise to heaven, fat oil tycoons,
rise to heaven, the devil kicked me out of hell, rise to heaven

When you rise to heaven, look for us, caress us,
we'll give you the beats if you pamper us ohh,
Soma San and his crew are going,
to build an empire like the Taj Mahal,
top ten hit lists,
better remember,
I'm that guy,
digital cameras,
virtual photographs,
fat oil tycoons are leaving,
after all that bullshit,
that the dance girl takes away,
who? well, mister Soma ahh,
contest hostesses for dance that you can't do,
with that style of wow,
hey fat tycoons come to heaven,
and hear everything you decide to hear,
great bullfighters,
legendary figures in school, hey hey,
one two, let's go,
badass riders,
who ignore the rules, win us,
give us hardcore,
make my heart race,
Soma San pale face,
he's out there, wow.

[Loren]
Bodies buried underground ask for peace,
Loren on the mic and they rise again,
I'm the bastard keeping you awake,
I'm that guy who leaves a mark wherever I go,
part son of a bitch, I ask for space, this is serious,
fat oil tycoons,
here come the outlaws,
I can, then I want,
here's the fiercest,
and with my steel claws,
I'll tear you apart in heaven,
sick, what a piece of work,
on top of the unique dome Mc,
the world is upside down, I'm still calm,
and with a nod of my head comes the whirlwind,
active, all in,
I look for you to provoke me,
get a good ransom,
be loaded with cash,
get me some oil,
fat tycoons on the podium.

[Chorus]

[Soma San]
Rise to heaven, fat oil tycoons,
rise to heaven, the devil kicked me out of hell
Rise to heaven, fat oil tycoons,
rise to heaven, the devil kicked me out of hell, rise to heaven

[Zpu]
Zpu an oilman,
cutting through the sky,
with a miner's helmet,
breaking the ground,
with the rap of chill,
real rappers look,
don't underestimate me,
better abdicate,
MCs fat like ticket prices,
those who sink their industry,
and what about me,
their rap doesn't transmit,
it transmits by satellite, fuck you,
everyone making shit, bullshit,
move your ass and bullshit,
I got the hardcore, what the fuck?,
with select rhymes, it's envy that eats you up,
fat squadron in fasting,
we know the market like Neptune's waters,
to be in heaven you gotta be timely,
get in the right spot,
almost never be wrong,
I got kicked out of hell, came back to conquer it,
got the deserved prize, I learned to control it,
command, easy to take,
only steps with my hands could grab it,
it's mine now.

[Shuga Wuga]
Shuga wuga turtle style,
move slow like an ant,
fuck the grasshopper, let it go,
the rap world isn't yours,
how could it be, no fuck...
I show up and I fuck you,
I'm with my champion shell,
hip hop Barcelona,
protect my zone,
now I have a fleet of MCs floating in gold,
talking shit you say,
and it's your shit that explodes,
like notes open the door,
to my gray men,
it's what it is, the rap royalties,
look at my genes DNA,
ahh brave fat tycoon of rap in your temples,
we're a registered trademark like Siemens,
fertile in rhymes like kids in a sperm bank,
now everyone wonders who’s coming,
call the cops and firefighters, watch out, don’t get burned.

[Chorus]

[Soma San]
Rise to heaven, fat oil tycoons,
rise to heaven, the devil kicked me out of hell
Rise to heaven, fat oil tycoons,
rise to heaven, the devil kicked me out of hell, rise to heaven.

[Chorus]