Vuelo (feat. Tornillo y Doom Deca)
Santa Fe Klan
Flight (feat. Tornillo and Doom Deca)
Flight
In the alley
I want
More sun smoke
Turn up the music, la-la-la
I want to burn, la-la-la
Take it out and smoke it, la-la-la
Plant, breathe it, la-la-la
From San Guicho, they already know where to find me
To the asshole who talks big, we break his mouth
I live among weed, bullets, rocks, and crico
Panic from so many lines of Perico
Click-clack, two shots, you fall to the ground
To walk with the big guys, I had to step on the ground
Damn rats because they like what's not theirs
If I catch you in the area, I'll release my dogs
I'm the kid from the block of the crazy ones
Pedro Picapiedra and Micky burn the lights
You already know it, few like us
We are the most real, we are not those filthy ones
Follow my turn, I knock them down one by one
I smoke marijuana always before breakfast
You don't know about this, I'm your teacher
It has cost me a lot to have what's ours
She uses me, I use her, I take off her blouse
How confusing, she drove me crazy, she abuses herself
When we're together, the police accuse me
She looks for me, I look for her, there are no excuses
Turn up the volume, roll a smoke
It became a habit to smoke you and your perfume
Fire, fire, fire
When I take the microphone, my flow reveals itself
Light a candle, a candle, another candle
My name in the prayer of my mom and my grandma
Damn Güero on the microphone
Turn up the music, la-la-la
I want to burn, la-la-la
Take it out and smoke it, la-la-la
Plant, breathe it, la-la-la
I walk always faithful to my destiny
I don't need much, just needles with vinyl
I take a couple of cuts, another one for the chorus
You leave me the bars, I'll make it easy and simple
Doom Deca, classic shit
Neither alive nor dead will match my skills
The style slips away from me, I handle it in the street
The kings came together giving kill to the beat
It sounds like something runs through my veins
The dilated pupils are from the best drugs
Sober me? No, not even in someone else's house
I'll take them with me like Paris with Elena
War, they want more land
It has always been known that humans swallow shit
Give the people circus and even their mouths shut
I'll keep dancing, I'll wind up the toy
Flight
In the alley
I want
More sun smoke
Turn up the music, la-la-la
I want to burn, la-la-la
Take it out and smoke it, la-la-la
Plant, breathe it, la-la-la
Turn up the music, la-la-la
I want to burn, la-la-la
Take it out and smoke it, la-la-la
Plant, breathe it, la-la-la