6:30

(Waa, waa) it's a serenade without mariachis man
For the third time
The panther returns to the game
And Eddie is on the beat

I, still stay up for the same reasons
I am the chaos of six-thirty
I keep stories in the trunk
I'm cold in hell like Dante in the Divine Comedy
The limit is not the sky, it's the coffin

I don't know about you, but I go through serious situations
I've been on mute
My depression is my virtue
I die with my boots on
Like the totem, I look at my boys' signatures while traveling by bus

(Waa waa) In a serenade without mariachis, I come back to shut you up
I keep waiting like the shattered dog Hachi
Falling asleep has never been easy, that's how it is
Those greenhorns think I'm rich
Knowing that I don't even have enough for the lock
Or to go up to record, yet I continue on the mic
And my flows come out beautiful like monkey captures
My damned ones are blessed

(Waa, waa) There's no doubt about it, I never rapped for nonsense
Silence is mine and I'm going to steal your screams
The verses are cold, I enjoy the pain little by little
You better shield yourself because the panther eats she-wolves
Today I'm not coming out with a new theme and I'm sorry, girl, I don't dance
I listen to salsa sitting down, drowning in liquor with the same dogs
If I don't rap, I weaken
I still come up with a plan to get money out of this place
MOEBIUZ was my fan from the beginning
That's why I represent and spit it clean (Waa)

There are no musicians, there are bars
It's a serenade without mariachis, man
I live for metrics and strange flows, it's worth nothing if you don't understand me

There are no musicians, there are bars
It's a serenade without mariachis, man
I live for metrics and strange flows, it's worth nothing if you don't understand me