Musica Para Enfermos

Look, Tote King, there's no comparison, music for the sick, at least it sounds on 'infinity' systems, MC spirit, try it out.

Tell me something I don't know, you look tacky with that label,
I'm not a folder rapper, I'm the machine gun,
Don't underestimate the power of a freak from the BlockBaster block,
I have a master in acrobatics that tightens.
You want to learn, listen to my demo,
You want to sell, make a video with the girls from your neighborhood showing their tits.
The Barqueta bridge is available for jumping,
You don't have enough fuel to take off.
Puffed up like Popeye, you don't jump like John Nicholas Nike with springs,
Rap is expanding like Argüelles.
The trick of ending the concert with Entiop is open
in case they prefer to secure the hoop like Oberto.
The expert text, a desert in your head,
I'm the asthmatic kid who followed Willy the one-eyed.
But I don't talk in forums, I don't wear gold chains,
you can't rap with that face, plus your name is Jacobo.
You're the dumbest since Adidas changed its logo,
my rhyme goes around the globe, Who's afraid of the wolf?
Tote presents, represents his new killer LP
I turn the rap into the kids from your neighbors.

You go with your crew, kid, to conquer and dance,
I'm an MC, honey, when I go to a club I just listen.
You're not baptized, Tote, you're going to hell,
and the gasoline and the horns, this is music for the sick.
My buddies get nervous if I invite them to eat
because I'm already at the door when they bring the check.
I don't know where Shotta is, dad, he must have gotten lost
I stopped growing at 1.90 but my style increases.
A rap gift, voodoo ritual screams
in the back stage we warm up lyrics, we leave you fried.
Bat hit, in no debate was it said that Vietnam was a tie,
a guy who knows doesn't compete with Tote, drink the mate.
What good is it to come from the same background?
What good is it to reach the end if you don't switch to the bad side?
Tote relaxes because he's a veteran in this
he can leave your anus like a basketball hoop.
Shoot Charlton Heston with a rifle of his own,
the authority of gum doesn't bother me in truth.
In every city I unfold my rap, maximum skill,
it won't give me pity to punish your soul