Blue Satellite

Hey yo ah, rap and Herbs
Ah, Granuggio is on the beat
Ah yeah, Jake La Mota
Hey yo ah
Yeah ah ah

I want a bed with Lily and Trinity, ah
I'm not Brad Pitt but I want my Angelina, ah
Like Jack, it's to escape from here
From Envigado to your corner

The mind is high, I like stubborn, they look for pigs
The ones who despised me today are getting closer
I lack screws, I'm a rememba between your bemba
I'm the boom bap between her legs

Ah, if I rap I make them flow, ah ah
Sss, sss, fluids and noise, ah ah
If I rap I make them growl, ah ah
Sss, sss, envious and bitches

Ah, a soul collector
They call me cold, Sadman
I want the money for some Air Max
To make a living with rap, ma

Ah, MBZ is the San Pedro
The substance you didn't know
I find charm in energies
Yeah, ketamine for this sick one

Liquor in the wounds, MD in the drinks
It's sold at the entrances and it's full until the exit, ah
Someone watches us from above
The gods don't ask for blood because they want my saliva, yeah

Ah, me in the game
Like the Cartel and Noriega, ah
Like a dealer who makes deliveries
Encrypted cell phones so the antennas don't catch us, ah

They're not stars, they're satellites
I'm catching the sky, burning Blue Satellite
Mate, we are the elite, I keep looking for duels, yo

Ah, while I get out of this turmoil, yeah
The nights can kill us
The days will take revenge
My body tied to this city
Not even my mind rests

The nights can kill us
The days will take revenge
My body tied to this city, ah
Not even my mind rests

It's MBZ, baby, it's MBZ, baby, it's MBZ, baby
Put your hands in the air, ah
Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air

It's MBZ, baby, it's MBZ, baby, it's MBZ, baby
Put your hands in the air, ah
You put your hands in the air, check, ah