Piqui Blinder

Uy, the thing is I start singing very late but well, it won't burn (Hmh)
Uhuh, uh-uh-uh-uhuh
Uh-uhuh-uhuh
Me- (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Respect in this motherfucker
Oblivion, motherfucker
You know that I-
Daddy, you know that I like to invent, dumbass (Hmh, hmh-hmh)
Me, me, me, me-me
Says

I'll have to carry the weight of my actions
Several browns, and a thousand songs
Condors and hawks sneak in through the balconies
They feast on the delicacies that no one eats (Uh)

Around here, Dracula isn't a count
If you're scared of the little shit hiding behind a cop
They make me say: Oh, man, ha
Dry throat, aiming with the butt and a three-pointer in the trash can (Boom)

I don't say: Amen, nor do I kneel looking at Mecca (Nah)
Crosses, moons, or stars, talk crap
And I'll explain it with Play-Doh, so you get that
'Cause everyone's a fake ass, there's no God to hold me back anymore (Okay)

Yes, it's my hair, not a wig for marketing
I make the rats dance, Pied Piper of Hamelin (Uh)
But you're not in Germany, king, you're in Medellin (Uh)
My instrument is tobacco and I keep it in my sock

A story without a beginning and end, it's an eternal knot
Because of winter, my angel stayed in the square
I'll tell you how you'll die, in a gentle tone
And you'll scream: Monster, when I pass by your house (What?)

What's that face? What's wrong with me? (Na-na-na)
Sad that I don't talk about gang-gang
Daddy, I'm not a gangsta
And in the end, what does it matter?
Being one doesn't make you a better rapper

The truth will set me free, not a couple of fake guns, yeah (Boom)
I'm everything opposite of what you wanted
With my buddies, I'm a sweetheart, and with toads, an agony
My face isn't like this, the bad look isn't for free
I'm an expert in bad trips, the damn master of the backstreet (Ay-ay)

You don't lower my morale, good job but almost
If my tracks sound lovely on speakers, and Cassy told me so
Doing it like this until I die, simple and sincere (How?)
I gift my best beats to my buddies

She and art are my only salvation
If I didn't do anything, I wouldn't have anything to tell you (Nah)
There are three points and apart what's between my trash and yours
Mine is legendary, yours is just noise

Why do I need bling-bling if I have fake jewels?
Prettier than yours, ha, that's what I'm saying
In your sea of tears, I swim beyond the buoy
And it's not instinct if it doesn't fail, it's called street smarts

I'm a fire and you're in the pot
From the south to Cambodia, they know your shit stayed in Pompeii
This rap has no broadcast, because only I cultivate it
And they call me a dog, not because I'm a dog, but because of what I bark

Again a ten
And now, bitch, yes; it ends, precise, ready, strong, strong
This was the NONSTOP EP
Shout-out Saygi, shout-out all the buddies who are here in the mix
Hey, Oblivion in this bitch
Good luck, motherfucker