El Kilo

In my style I sing to you my black
In my style I go

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Lie no, throw it, pass it, step on it, air it
You forgot, that the kilo doesn't have
Change no, air it

My flow enters, my clan enters
My voice like Jackie Chan
What they give, a thousand stories a thousand
Promises that hook
Yes, I was, what I tell you buddy
The money is the government
Who steals it, kid
You talk, you talk as if I were a stranger to you
You talk, dirty politics we see
But why do you wait
If the one who waits, you'll see, despairs
So play nice on the real sidewalk

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The invention is the tracer bullet
That all the storytellers use
Those who tell the truth are not many
Tell me how many and where I can see them
Tell me how much it cost them to get there
And if they are good
It's not for nothing but they don't give nerves or fear anymore
The lie can run for years
It has geniuses, I don't deny that
Remembering the times of yesteryear
I can only take off my hat
What I have is musicality that comes from afar
It's not stolen, not copied, it's more
It's inherited, it's another age

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I warned you more than once
That I don't play the game
Of quarrelsome liars
And old liars
For the one who dares
Is putting his skin at stake
Tremendous blah, blah, blah, tremendous guaguanco
Little partygoer picks up the Old Man whose time
Has passed
And now walks sideways, liar

In my style I sing to you my black

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(2x) The lie doesn't pass, if you don't wait
You despair and what
It happened to you once, it's twice
If you don't see it

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