PRYCA (feat. Ill Pekeño Pekeño)

I'm ILL Pekeño, I'm with ToteKing
I felt like spitting something today
Heavy linguistics
Ah-ah, yeah

Mental prisoners, freedom, cousin (happy)
Not only the one behind bars is imprisoned
Freedom for mine, for the women
You'll know the story, ha, yeah

They started with a euro and three cigs (three)
To mix it with Ricky's pollen
It was the time, stealing for graffiti (yeah)
And here it's all the same thing, whoever tries it repeats

I enter and the guns are loaded
Two undercover cops stopped me, my voice is a weapon
I walk on the good side, thanks, Susana
To seek betrayal in me is to seek Gucci in Humana

Tote and I, transcend or move aside (throw)
Generational transfer, this is Sparta (yeah)
You paid to have a verified profile (haha)
You didn't grow up watching encrypted Canal+

Ball in the air and everyone running away (facts)
Because you pointed and I split the sandwich
We didn't have sea (nah), nor the money (nah)
But we saw Nakata in the cage in the ad

We didn't stay seated on the couch
Because the beach house, cousin, was in Chinchón
Being a bump is the reason for the bump
I only prayed to my old lady and failed religion (what?)

In the children's gaze, havoc (my sister)
And in their parents' gaze, struggle (what else)
If you don't catch me with Bobby, then it's strange
I use that heavy one as mouthwash, I laugh, but I don't swallow

The ball to the genius, Pekeño
The damn reserved one is the Arsenio show (yeah)
I remind you of a damn Pac song (yeah)
It's the same thing, but more serious

Yeah (uh-huh)
Tote (yeah)
La Macarena, brother, MG, family (yes, sir)
This is for the lucky kids

And for those who didn't choose their circumstances (uh-huh)
MM, love for my neighborhood
To my people (yeah)
Health for my family, homie

I come from the neighborhood of Vespino and Sonic
Where becoming a civil servant was more than signing with Sony
Kids aspired to Dioni's van
It was divine law, just like having to settle in Chernobyl

School only gave you an athlete's body
At the university, you only learned to have a folder ass (yes)
Kids in the square all day long
Not even when their banks started did the profile of their goals change

The same chance, don't talk nonsense
In your house there was a C&A, next to mine a junkyard
The job served on a silver platter was unknown in the south
Only trays of chicken lowered in price that expire in three days

There was no depression in those days and a Caby was missing
No one sold courses to look like someone else
Around that time in Spain, there were only three Ferraris
And no one looked like the soft man from Fari

Today I tell you with Peke in charge (Peke)
Because I know that with his lyrics my legacy is safe (facts)
Because I know that in '98 my buddy would have been there
Sitting on the couch listening to Mucho on the balcony smoking (yeah)

Time passes and drugs fester
And that explains why the artists I loved are now Trump supporters
Thanks, mom, for smoothing my edges
For talking about record labels at home instead of bibles and crypts

The work, the charts, the box office wars
Rappers more knowledgeable than in Mansilla's little one
Music is a pendulum, if you run you don't catch it
But if you stay, it comes back to you like Silvio to Seville

You, that's life
Do you know what I remember most from those six months?
A beer I had in a beach bar in La Victoria, in Cádiz
That had no space, huh
There were more people there than I don't know, in Japan
But being there, sitting, so comfortable, with my beer and the sea there