Combi Nación (feat. Bipo Montana, Teeam Revolver, Villax, Secuaz, Soultwo y Robb Candela)

(Secuaz)
Always dressed sporty like a fancy car
A true gift, a street ninja is how I define myself
The underground market watched us like an Andean condor
Exotic white lines like an albino monkey

We don't want you as a buddy
If you respect me, I respect you, and if it comes to it, I'll break it
No barriers, Roberto Carlos curves the ball
Night rides in a dangerous car bomb

Nothing is as you tell it
Kids don't understand if you hang out with weirdos
I'm making headlines like bad news
Like business in jail, it's an economy behind bars

(Robb Candela)
Thought I lost? I'll give it to you!
If I lose, it's because I'm bad, not because I give up
My rap is weak, that's why I protect it
My style is bad, but they love it a lot

Sometimes weird, I stop, don't buy it
Go with the good ones, so you'll be amazed
If I ask you who... Right away, who answers
They also know me, don't come at me with their names

There goes a thug, driving a Montecarlo
There was no choice but to see and respect him
It happens to all of us, we don't have to hide it
If there's a tougher one, all we can do is acknowledge it

(Soultwo)
To hang out with the tough guys, you have to be one
Inconvenient bastard, there's no other flow like this
This dog is from Costa Rica and travels the world
My daughter eats from my verses, I brought breakfast

So word up, is a low-life motherfucker
I took down the damn canton and just shut their mouths
Mommy is wrong, I'm not another idiot
Who just because of some likes thinks he's the shit

Soultwo around the neighborhood and I'm collecting the rent
Tougher than my dad extorting in the 80s
What the hell do you expect me to write in my notebook?
I come from the Cuba neighborhood and my dad cloned cards, damn

(Villax)
I have my style, that's how I am, no hiding
What the mouth doesn't say, the eyes confess
The road is tough where I wander
Pure style, pure, I serve it to your table

It doesn't matter if it's one or two or three for me
Every time I see a way, I smoke one of those
You'll hear one or two or three from me
I don't hide, I'm always up for anything

Don't tell me how, just do it
Don't wait for someone to tell you, live it
All this you see is off-script
I didn't come to sit on my ass to get promoted

(Bipo Montana)
Hey, what's up, motherfuckers
I'm connecting with my crazy ones on the low
We grew up in the hustle of a dark alley
With a tattooed body, having rum for breakfast
Surrounded by thugs, bitches, and glocks

The picture is small, the custom is to light it up
It's the same without anything, but now at the top
My lounge doesn't welcome the lukewarm, don't get dazzled
If you want to get high, come so I can knock you down

Pure felon with attitude towards everything
A badass style
Rap is passion
I uncovered the occasion
I'll buy the whiskey
And let's toast to the block for another fucking hit

(Teeam Revolver)
This verse is worth its weight in gold, that's why it's expensive
Each verse leaves marks like punches in the face
I have some doubts about you, you don't seem very trustworthy
If they call you Harvey because of the two faces

With the ink of my pen, I light the grill
And show in the game who's in charge in the canton
This is from south to north, alley to alley
It was hit or be hit, I had no other option

This is the cream school that I was given
You're looking for the crown, but it's lost
I see this shine I carry as a gift
I earn respect and take it with me to the grave