Infierno (feat. Dharius)

Yeah
Pure fucking fine style
With El Clan Records
La 473, dude

Kid, light up the joint, you hear the lead
With or without my crew, I get high alone
Monkeys addicted to my microphone
I can't control myself, to hell with everything

Feel the turbulence like in the air, godfather
Some say this is luck, I say it was destiny
Time is the answer to everything you've asked for
Don't get dirty with mud, this road is too long

I don't trust anyone who wants to watch my back
The street is a world where bad people abound
Here what matters most is that your word is firm
I'm with Dharius controlling the whole block

Inhale, the smoke comes out the window
Marijuana perfume to calm my soul
The crew I roll with is pure insane people
We don't lower our guard, much less our gaze

Although the street is always burning
I'm not afraid, welcome to hell
They're not demons but they all have horns
The street bites and kills you with its poison

Although the street is always burning
I'm not afraid, welcome to hell
They're not demons but they all have horns
The street bites and kills you with its poison

We're from the street, bro, don't fail me
Get the weed out, roll a joint and fire it up, fire
Shit's on fire, the neighborhood is a mess
The guy who doesn't fit in, can go fuck himself

Because in these parts we don't let anyone
If you doubt it, come over, to give you a dance
Pure Mexican, representing the race
If you mess up, we'll send you home

Roll it, roll it, roll it to the left side
What happened yesterday, honestly, I don't remember
Everything I live, I write in my notebook
Don't be afraid, welcome to hell

Roll up the fire to light the branch
As usual, don't let the caguamas be missing
Get the bag out and draw some lines
Turn it up big and let the Colombianas play

Although the street is always burning
I'm not afraid, welcome to hell
They're not demons but they all have horns
The street bites and kills you with its poison

Although the street is always burning
I'm not afraid, welcome to hell
They're not demons but they all have horns
The street bites and kills you with its poison