CABEZA DE RATÓN

Closed deal, word of God
Quiet boys in the alley
They keep sins at the bottom of the drawer
No ice creams in the freezer

In Orcasitas a connection
You a Lacasito that changes color
They have fat like a sirloin steak
I bring scales, sole, and salmon

I already know your crew of toyacos
The Tooth Fairy and the bogeyman
I don't sing along with Men of Paco
I see the lie in rag dolls

All the princesses want this toad
And a couple of rats to eat from my plate
From San Isidro, like a good chulapo
Prouder than a peacock and more lives than a cat

I'm not afraid of them turning off my light
Taller towers fell with Bush
Arms open like Jesus
I'm not Cafuné even though I carry the cross

If they see the flush I do on a tour
Your crew will have a fit
I saw them buying a velour Gucci

Then three months of rice with tuna
I don't spend it on a Cartier watch
I share it with those from Cartier
Because if the time comes, I prefer them to eat

Fuck Recycled J
The values I was raised with
From '93, Carabanchel
I'm Escorial like cousin Miguel
I'm Moreno even though my skin is white, yeh

Nothing to lose, I swear to God
Forever mouse head
To be born again, kill the dragon
There's no other option, yeh, yeh, yeh

I learned it when I was younger
Under the rain and downpour
Don't accept copies or imitations
Blood and sweat

Rather be a mouse head
Than the tail of another lion
The legend like Camarón
Blood and sweat

I've never denied the underground
Because that bitch is the one who raised me
I've been in this mess for ten years
Bare asses from splitting cod

A mouse knows if there's a cat locked up
And in this city, there are many onlookers
Peeking at my ball from side to side
As if this were a Roland Garros

They wanted to see me fail inside a brown pine
Today if I'm inside a box, it's a TV
There are piranhas swimming around the shark
Thirty coins for each traitor

For those who sold out to the highest bidder
The one who was a brother turned into a hater
The one I reached out to, bit it in the end
And that one who didn't, is now a promoter

He paid a few thousand and hired me
Your girl wanted my cotton candy
I made it red and it's not from measles
I'm black hoof and you're a York ham
A Gran Reserva against a jug wine

Nothing to lose, I swear to God
Forever mouse head
To be born again, kill the dragon
There's no other option, yeh, yeh, yeh

I learned it when I was younger
Under the rain and downpour
Don't accept copies or imitations
Blood and sweat

Rather be a mouse head
Than the tail of another lion
The legend like Camarón
Blood and sweat

Yeh, yeah-yeah