Nosotros (feat. Recycled J)

[Waor]
Like the camel's losses at the beginning of each month
When you least expected them, here they are again
Like the untimely message from your ex
That arrives when it seemed like you were getting better
Winter has arrived, Brugal with ice
What I write in my notebook are lines of pure yayo
I arrive smiling: Dude, what's new?
But I have a couple of dead bodies in the trunk
I didn't know what to say so I left it written
I spit in her pussy better than on the mic
I would sing in your ear, but it's not my style
I would tell you my stories, but they haven't expired

Don't ask me for favors if we hardly talk anymore
Things have been better for me since we distanced ourselves
Don't flatter me, I already know my worth
I prefer you correct me the times I mess up
And I walk drunk and alone, thinking about everything
That has changed everything in these years

Before I only thought about having fun and messing around
And now in the Series 3 I have the baby seat
And damn, of course we won't be here forever
But my lyrics and my pieces on the bridges will
If you're a poodle, don't show me your teeth
The cemetery is already full of brave ones

[Recycled J]
Like that photo of us at the bottom of the drawer
Devouring each other's mouths in a photo booth
Another day with the platinum records not hanging in the living room
Another time I say goodbye (you hang up, I hang up)
And it's so well combined, my charisma and the pain
Your bad face with the Jordan Christian Dior
Tell me now who will fix this injection valve
I know well who supports me, who doesn't

My Monica Bellucci, an angel from Fiorucci
You're a snake tongue like my Gucci boot
You find it complicated like a Rubik's cube
Together we are a ruby, Rose Gold like the tussi
One ahead, hanging, Stanley Kubrick
Mind of a crazy person, but a punky heart
I have a reputation out there as a pop and pussy
But I release half a song and the haters turn into groupies
I don't spin on their wheel, I chase after the cheese
I'm flesh and bone, adrenaline and excess
I invented the game and we're not up for that anymore
Rulo, I light up and think, I remember the beginning
The 1312 and the, hey yo, hey yo
We learned the word and honor on our own
We built our cardboard empire
God won't bother us
We are Sons of Ruin, bastard (uh-ah!)

[Natos]
Like the stabs when they think you don't see them
Sons of Ruin return, God bless
I could talk to you about millions, I know what it is
But humility made us great, no flex
Don't touch my gold because you might get hurt
I threw away your cards, I keep bundles in envelopes
I stop time with a bottle and two chords
I lose my way, I find you in my mess
I sneaked into Renfe, dreaming of Mercedes
I plant the black flag at the top of Everest
And still, your ass is the best view I'll see
I'm with Fer eating al dente pasta in Trastevere

I do what you want, but you don't dare
My name on the walls, my face on posters
They step on the gas and overtake you on the right
I'm with Jorge in the convertible BMW
And I can't complain, even if it hurts, va bene
Money, problems, give me to burn
Do you judge my path? Put on the TNs
And step where I step and let's see if you can keep up
From the 3310 and the Siemens, SMS and MSN
How much do you want?, or how much do you have?
Tell me when and how, we are who we are