Consonante

I love the power that the psyche provides me
Bass drum, snare, bass drum, it works

A movement without movement tell me what causes it
Latino and red-haired, few things impress me
That rap is not my thing, that's what people mention
Parenthesis, mocking laughter

I'm not one to deny if it's to fix it, there's the canvas
The skinny guy apologizes, but doesn't forgive you
My words hit you, they don't care about the area
Those who talk too much almost always disappoint

Discipline is admired, effort is rewarded
All or nothing, you win or get injured
And I'm white not bleached by acetone
I eat the queen but I don't have a crown

Always faithful to the big-bootied
I have a house in the air like Maestro Escalona
If they're consonants, Nanpa never disappoints
For me, the spectrum is almost as big as the Amazon

Sky, jungle, roars, lioness
Claw, prey
Inside it doesn't abandon me
I know it doesn't abandon me

If you like this, it's in my nanana
If you want it, that's my nanana
Nanpa spits and it sounds nanana
I know my black girl dances the nanana

If you like this, it's in my nanana
If you want it, that's my nanana
Nanpa spits and it sounds nanana
I know my black girl dances the nanana

If you like this, it's in my nanana
If you want it, that's my nanana
Nanpa spits and it sounds nanana
I know my black girl dances the nanana

If you like this, it's in my nanana
If you want it, that's my nanana
Nanpa spits and it sounds nanana
I know my black girl dances the nanana