Sopa De Letras

Damn, who's gonna be?
I don't know why
Zulu just like Shaka
The canchanchan that kills in the league has arrived

Why is it that the one who can least,
Is the one who talks the most nonsense, but entertains
Give me the chance, I have to buy diapers
And what I have in white, you have in gangster
Leave the tiriri-tarara, I'm too old for that
Do it as it is, or don't do anything
The black libiri has arrived
The enemy of the guasibiri
Tego Calde for the jere',
For the trilili
I come heavier than Enrique Grata,
Novice lyrics that scare the crap out of you
At the pace, but giving horn blows,
If you get involved, I'll go all in
Listen to me simple so they understand and get it right,
So that the cats grab their buttocks
Yes, the ugly one who has them farting,
If I'm not the best, I pass among them

Hey man, it's better if you don't even look this way,
Because today I don't feel like messing around
Leave the tiriri-tarara
The word soup is calling, what's up?
Hey man, it's better if you don't even look this way,
Because today I don't feel like messing around
Leave the tiriri-tarara
The word soup is calling, what's up?

I keep dreaming heavy like Mulumba,
Every day a different crazy person buzzes me
None can, none abound against this sandunga,
Stealing, selling kilos and not even selling bags
However you want to put it, I beat you by a long shot,
You think you're on a horse, it's a lame mare
While I flow in my fine step
I don't pass the pig,
Cousin without nonsense
Genuine, genuine
I am the mascaracachimba when I hear the timba,
You lick the pretty one, the one that hangs on me
There's no forgiveness for anyone, I keep giving body, cut again,
The key, I release it, I grab it and take it
The only one with the sound is canchanchan
I'm a veteran without going to Vietnam,
And I don't use a dictionary,
Because I sing for all the neighborhoods
And for the sweet-lipped niches
And I don't know about you but for me,
It's that my style is being chewed up
They're disguising it,
I have them pissing themselves
Once again 'El Aballarde' sambo,
So they know I'm not playing
Eah pujules, the Freddy Krueger's arrived
Masters in the 'bigi'
And Calde with the 'puger'
Bad like the blues,
Green like the loafers.
For the mulatto women who when they dance look like rubber
Don't go crazy,
Don't go crazy,
When you hear all this hullabaloo
The black Calde', the Aballarde,
If you don't like drama, then lick yourself.

Hey man, it's better if you don't even look this way,
Because today I don't feel like messing around
Leave the tiriri-tarara
The word soup is calling, what's up?
Hey man, it's better if you don't even look this way,
Because today I don't feel like messing around
Leave the tiriri-tarara
The word soup is calling, what's up?

This is, the Grampa', for Babylon.
For all those MCs who talked nonsense,
They have rust with Calde'
Hey!!, I'm the owner of this moña
I thought they knew about me,
I thought they knew
Babylon, Babylon...
Let it go...