Extrarradio (feat. Midas Alonso)

In your bars more lies than in my Bizum affairs
Collecting defeats in my resume
Today those who used to have Dürum for dinner now eat caviar
In good times and bad, peace be upon you
Either you pay what you owe or you get the tuna
You can take it as an ultimatum
I leave the rappers in a sorry state
If they listen to my album, it sounds like a Magnum

Boom, kings of the underground
Number one, pound for pound
Before playing at WiZink and Palau
They already knew our names from Gran Vía to Callao
We used to run ahead of the guys
With cans under our coats so the cops wouldn't catch us
Always with empty pockets
With frozen hands but with our balls firmly planted
Ha, this is singing and sewing

We are only the sum of what we did yesterday
That's why the records, the marks on the skin
That's why the addictions and the judge's letters
Yesterday an ex told me she wants to see me
But spoiler, I'm not going back
What brought us together no one can break
But this life spins more than a revolver drum

Always hearing: One more and we go
Today I won't mess up: I'll pay you tomorrow
Time has punished the classics of the neighborhood
And they curse the sky waiting for a miracle
Someone threw at me and must think I forgot
But when we see each other we'll see if you're so tough
I learned the codes in the nineties
If the elders arrived, you ran away from the field

So respect the ranks
Waor, Midas Alonso

I think of you, I light a couple of joints
I don't know if I should go home or stop by Kiks
I need someone to give me a kiss with love, a couple of kikis with heartbreak
With a full wallet, the girls love you
Trying to get out of this gray month
It's been a long time since I saw the rainbow
Or the arch of your iris, if they catch me with the Avensis

Tell me if you would come to see me in a face-to-face visit
I'm listening to the Bulis
This time not even a Via Crucis will save me
Junkies in Lavapiés, they need their fix
Kinki smoke a couple of micras, they mess with a couple of tourists
They smoke the mother and now they look for a couple of geeks
The neighborhood is hot like Panathenaic-Zalgiris
They want me on their team like Porzingis

They say you do the high kick well
You're going to break like Moby Dick
Go to Counter to improve your kills
I hit you in the head with my left like Fekir
You'll fall like Floki, those are skills
You worried about the likes on your photos
Crying because they share your data
Others with a smile and not even enough for a plate
Those you call brats

They've got into a kelo and put forty devices
Gelato cuttings that now look like firs from Monte Abantos
Suburban kids stealing radios to gather money
Put on Radio Marca, today Rubén Castro scores, Aston wins
Mom couldn't cover expenses, death threw me the stuff
After all these years I don't even know who I can count on, tell me how many

Tell me how many
I don't count on anyone
Waor, Midas Alonso