No Sabía Que Sabía (part. Mañas Ru-Fino y Juan Sinatra)

If you catch me on the other side, I'm burning weed
If I'm hanging with Penya
I didn't know what it tasted like
I didn't know

If you catch me on the other side, I'm burning weed
If I'm hanging with Penya, it's to mess up the party
I didn't know what the stuff tasted like in Paris
The beer in Madrid, I didn't know, babe

If you catch me on the other side, I'm burning weed
If I'm hanging with Mañas, it's to mess up the party
I didn't know what the stuff tasted like in Paris
The beer in Madrid, I didn't know, babe

I didn't know what it tasted like, and what I know is I still don't know
I took a spin around the world, came back to where I started
I enjoyed the journey, mama, look where I ended up
I did it being myself, that's something I never negotiate

Good afternoon to you, 'cause I'm not much of a social guy
Sincerely, the motherfucker who stirred the hornet's nest
Flow's got that chill, they freeze up like Tabogo
When I start to rap, and just with rap, I get 'em high

I hit the beat, I got the same purity
While I smoke a cigar and break it down with nature
I don't think much when I rap, it's all in my head
It's just about fitting the pieces, it's the bread on the table

The game starts and I can't shut my mouth
Stop asking and talking about the same old drama
The good rappers grab a beat and ride it
The others make noise, but nobody gives a damn

We're full for tomorrow (-morrow)
Before writing this, I didn't mention Mañas
If I say I drink, I don't know why it surprises you
'Cause I'm like Harry and Ron's always with me (always)
Here the pretty girls don't lower their standards

And if you're not gonna spend, at least throw some cash (what?)
At a disadvantage, and pretending to be the queen bee
And out of hunger, they served it on a platter
Back at their place, they take pictures, think they're Ol' Dirty

But when they start to rap, they sound like Siri
They move slow, like Speedy's cousin
And they wouldn't hit a track, not even if Diddy touched it

Over in Italy, pizza doesn't come with pineapple and ham
And a dude in Mexico hits, but he's not that badass anymore
The world is our room, don't let reality be your imagination

If you catch me on the other side, I'm burning weed
If I'm hanging with Penya, it's to mess up the party
I didn't know what the stuff tasted like in Paris
The beer in Madrid, I didn't know, babe

If you catch me on the other side, I'm burning weed
If I'm hanging with Mañas, it's to mess up the party
I didn't know what the stuff tasted like in Paris
The beer in Madrid, I didn't know, babe

That was for me
Mañas, Penyair, Penya
Juan Sinatra, Cheché Colé
Colombia, Medallo
Here in the Pobla