Chatarra (feat. El Jincho y Brawler)

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Me
They don't protect you, they're watching you
They want me locked up like a hamster
Screw the badges if they're not from the Maghreb
Screw the cameras if they're not for air

Buddy, we don't fly charter
Economy class, blind from Johnnie Walker
With 3000 in my boxers and yesterday's clothes
You can't see my move in my eyes, I'm a player

TV is cancer, fame is a prison
I have an angel on each shoulder: Eva and Michel
How many times did I see the stone and stumble?
How many times did I hear: Well, I told you so?

I'm going on a trip, I don't have a passport or luggage
Just a few things I brought to spice up the brew
Living in a feature film
Pirates ready for boarding

There's no moral or message in this track
I'm in a tracksuit and I rap, making them a suit
They boast about selling horse, all image
And me with 200 parked in the garage

See how they roar
Any of my buddies improvising drunk will crush you
We are La Maravilla like Arcángel
Sons of ruin the lineage, in your subwoofer

I always stop at the corner
With a joint and a damn bass on top of weed
From Oroquieta to RD and from Aluche to Argentina
We are Strong People, Sons of Ruin

Ma' nigga, I used to be a thug, a thug
But now I sing rap, I don't pick up scrap anymore
Thanks, Fer, it's a pleasure to throw some bars
Only Jimmy Hendrix playing the guitar is missing

Rap with bad words, sounds fucking great
To smoke and drink nodding, my buddy
We are the ones who cook in material
Consumed by drug addicts in aluminum foil

I'm a junkman to the core to the spinal cord
I'm made in Orcasitas, a marginal neighborhood
Police abuse is a psychopath
It's fourteen against the people and the people never do anything

This week I made 5000 euros
3000 to deposit in the ATM
1000 to spend with the tigers and the leathers
And the remaining 1000 to give away in the ghetto, black

I represent all the hot neighborhoods
The projects, the communes, and the alleys
For the people who support me, blessings
The envious can suck my dick with all and the balls

Hey, big clouds
It comes out of shit but it's shiny
Watch where you step because it's moving forward
Like the man in the tank
In a tracksuit, but elegant

Aiming for the peak sitting in the park
God, that girl is hot
If you come to the place, respect the father
Strictly bars, no showing off

God Damn!
Hugging Juana and Mary
My normal days are party days
Always traveling or partying, I got it
Day 'n' Nite like Kid Cudi

Next to a shorty who's a Ferrari
I'm already an OG
They look at me like Illuminati, I have nothing to say
I wake up half high, the house smells like hash
Cut a melon for breakfast and roll it for me

I feel like Puffy
I don't have it all, but almost
To say it clearer is not easy
I'm disgusted by a cop as much as a Nazi

I'm always burning all the time, look at me in the chassis
The neuron spinning like Yamakasi
It's not studied, it's learned, in the street for free
Ya you know what I mean
Catch!