Originala

Many believe
That we are full of jewels and diamonds
Let me tell you that you are wrong
We have more important things to do

Raise your fist, my soldier from the ghetto
Between performances the songs I deliver
On stage we are strong as you see
Original, my clan, you see, yes (yeah)

Doesn't your mood fit? I'll give it to you
The bastard arrived, original game
It is more than clear that we trot with the sun
Vibrating with the rap song, oh! This will not stop

I shouted in Mexico: 'my chili, bro!'
Proudly I say it, it's you and me
Because without you I am nothing
And without me neither and I die, I want

Renew completely, lyrics and flow
There is always something to say in each song, let's go
And it is clear, our songs go straight to the point
Like consumed reality and everyday

And like the one who faces head-on
Decently with the pure truth
I go with what I have and ready
It's the last resort, and then you'll see

Slowly come
To feel sound with honey (and with the neighborhoods without light by my side)
The flavor arrived
To deliver my voice (give it the fuzz)

Today
Feel the original, rude boy rhythm
As time goes by, without hesitation I go
Maintaining the initial essence
Until the end

The master of ceremonies
Here in the ghetto makes tremble
Awakening passions
That free you to float (come on!)

Street landscapes with a green valley
For this image I fight
No more deadly weapons, and fruit trees
To feed my children

Hey hey hey!
There's so much blah blah blah, with me, nothing happens here
I control my future with love
Today, today I am the man who wanders with the rhythms
With original style and blessing
It's me, me
Always walking forward
With my bro
Today nothing can stop us, no

Their support is my trophy (trophy I won)
Here in the central valley (here in the central valley)
I am a prisoner of music (I am a prisoner of music)
And that makes me original

Today
Feel the original, rude boy rhythm
As time goes by, without hesitation I go
Maintaining the initial essence
Until the end