No Hay Trampa (feat. Villax, Soultwo y Robb Candela)

(Soultwo)
I’m back to my roots, even if I feel like a rat in the corner
Classic wonder, my cold New York soul
In the lost past, infatuated with
Today, with more love for rap, tagging the crew

I’ve been here for 10 years
Damn, I’ve seen it all under pressure
They’re chihuahuas, damn, few of us are wolves
Even I shit myself when I grab the mic
My presence is the heaviest, and damn, I did it all alone

Acid in my saliva, I elevate, I’m sativa
I’m still the same Soul, but the finest damn
I’m still alone, but selling out the shows
Locked in the room, but with the world on my shoulders

I wish I could be eternal to protect my prince
But with what I’m doing now, I already paid him 15
In a few years, I’ll be a legend, find me on the 15th floor
But without these failures that forgot to be humble, Soultwo

(Robb Candela)
I know where he’s at and why the crocodile cries
I also know double-edged knives
Chillin’ like the jazz on that vinyl
But heavy enough to even go over a kilo

Let me tell you who I am, I’ll give you a summary
I bring quality instead of just volume
I get known because I let them join
I don’t brag about my streets, today my streets brag about me

I don’t cheat, it’s not the norm on my block
I’ve got tomorrow locked down, but today I’m in control
Looking at the Glock, talking about hip hop
You just need a beat from the layer and a lyric from Robb

Watch out for the eyes, they distort what you see
Always be careful, aim at who you believe
Whoever thinks they’re the best pen from Mex
Step up and tell us who you are

(Villax)
Of course, I was smoking and writing
Complaining about how damn slow time goes
At this rate, and the way I live, I’m dying
Words carry weight, and you’ll realize that

The hits and that which seals with plaster the rest
Still climbing in the fight, taking hits and responding
I’m growing, and they’re getting fewer, but the good ones still follow me
Like calories, I burn them in a pre-workout

The topics come out based on how we’re feeling
What else could happen that we don’t expect
A shitload of problems, and I’m looking for who I can count on
Blasphemies, God, it’s not true, I’m the smoke I blow

Uuh, I’m not a criminal, tell your mom
The hood remembers me, uuh
I want the best for you, mom
No matter the cost, uh