El Diablo de Alma Buena

Get ready, tie yourselves up,
cover your forehead, the crazy one has arrived
who gets you going, who doubts my success under the spotlight? I hit
the table with my solar plexus and start, I walk and everyone
knows my name, you know Zatu, the engineer, Zatunás,
Mazinger, the man, I start to feel like someone, with
feeling that they plagiarize me, that they kiss me, that they touch me, sticky
like pollen, you know? Hey punk, you don't know what's
going on! You met me like a seed and I rap like a
bud, always in the middle of the action, concerts,
parties, windows, doors, I open, like a drill. (Yes but
you said you wouldn't talk so much about rhyming that
you would give a message) Times change, people
too, and horns grow on bastards, you know? So
raise crows and they'll end up smoking joints, sitting in
a circle, clapping while I rap and climax.
The clean man, the fox, the shit sticks to my
skin, I feel good with myself and fight with the ogres, works,
triumphs, achievements, change the world bastards while
I... well, let's leave it at that, it will be Andalusian laziness, come
on pig, get out of here I'm not changing my tune.

[Chorus]
Today look, it's time for action
baby, the good soul devil is sounding.

Know that I have buddies
on the run chased for painting trains, for you
they're bastards, for me they're kings of the tracks, you'll know
my plans, for my clans, calm down, I don't count on you
in my travels, renting Xzaras, paying tolls,
taking off the masks, being real without a shell, (but if you
ignore all the signs) look, get out of your bubble and ask
the kids in my neighborhood who has charisma, the
son of a bitch, the one with the Chinese letter tattoos, the one with
thin skin, the one who with rhyme opened Chapina, lend me a hand cousin! The demon is coming to see me,
I'm nervous and I'll vomit until I break, I'm
starting to count how many want to see me, I'm
starting to count how many want to have me, I'm
starting to count bastards with bad intentions who
will never be able to move me, (but what, do you think you're so
strong like Sandokan....) Look, I don't give a shit what
you think, I just talk about how
I rap like a God, how I grab a mic and one, two, two, and
I never run out of voice, you understand? You only talk about
how I make an effort, look Mr. Nobody, you have no voice
plus you're out of breath, I still do Rap concerts like Public Enemy, I'm a Good Soul Devil you'll
kill me like Kennedy.