Tical 2021

Today I am Christ and tomorrow I forget
If you're here, you've sent the curfew to hell
My bars only catch those who get cold
El Tote with this bad face that you flip
The smoke dissipates
The terrorist killed them while his DJ serves me another little drink
I sat on the bench in basketball all my life
And now they suck me better than Alba de Silva

This rap thing is a joke and in the end it's true
I see that in your case it's the opposite in reality
Like the one who follows you and unfollows you so you follow him
And in the end it creates rejection and you want to block it

These bars are only 500 this antidepressant
And my neurons in Guadalpark
I give them to you because I'm a hippie, I'm Rigo Tovar
But I should charge the fee even when I release a 'pra!'

I'm a star in the preschool neighborhood
And I didn't change neighborhoods when I got into rap
How many bastards blow soft candles like bread
And how many like me get tougher as they get older

If there was a level to have a fixed one
I would have retired in 2006, bro I say it with affection
If there was a card to have children
Better don't give it to me like the one for the car, bro because otherwise I'll crash

Yeh, yeh
I'm a danger Sceno sounds Wu-Tang and this shit is for the kids
Yeh, yeh
I'm the prestige while millionaires use my books as table legs
Yeh, yeh
There's no remedy pick up your notebooks and take them to the cemetery
Yeh, yeh
It's not serious sell your MPC tomorrow and look for a serious job

What the fuck is this?
Have we lost the goal?
Has Roger Rabbit returned?
Are the cartoons coming back?

You and I could have been friends
The difference is that I don't think about parties when I write
I know, I know, the world is not easy
I put Ronaldo under the microscope and the Nazi comes out

You look at me from the outside and I look at you from the inside
And so it's impossible to agree
I'm an ethnic minority in my own body
You think you've won and you've only won in dreams

Where the dead are alive and the living lie dead
Living on tour, from port to port
My name is no longer Tote that's an adjective or a verb
Your audience shouts ass?, mine shouts pull up
Tote you're a pimp, no brother that's a lie
The day I'm a pimp I'll be in videos
With the 300 euro bottle I use as perfume

Those numbers are bullshit to me, bro
I'm already rich I rapped with Juan Solo, bro
And if they give you shit, take it, accept it
It seems like Paul George crying to the referee for a push

If the Toterreno has arrived
My style could have been DJ playing for those idiots
I have rappers in shit if I preach again
Stuck in the human centipede in the middle room

They call you Pepe Reina you're here for being nice
They call me Johnny Wall I'm so good it's disgusting
You're a fake Daniel Larusso with your good face
I'm Johnny in Cobra Kai reopening the dojo

Yeh, yeh
I'm a danger Sceno sounds Wu-Tang and this shit is for the kids
Yeh, yeh
I'm the prestige while millionaires use my books as table legs
Yeh, yeh
There's no remedy pick up your notebooks and take them to the cemetery
Yeh, yeh
It's not serious sell your MPC tomorrow and look for a serious job

I'm a little guy who got strong lifting iron
And who will arrive old and skinny at his own burial
You're a fake fool like the Yeti
And you'll sound when a robot cleans my place

When there are no people only nations
When there are no tattoos only depigmentations
OG pussy I'm the Toteking
Give me a patch and I turn into Slick Rick (ouh shit)

Each line is an obituary I draw
No more collabs for you asshole
With the left I record myself
And with the right I'm calling my brother Ergo Pro

Close the debate about whether I'm in shape
And spread your legs like the Jordan logo
You're a rookie and I've drunk so much
That they take the cups out of my hands like Armstrong

You talk about money and that shit I don't know
But in a gig I can do all the choruses for my brother Hervé
You're good but only human
I'm a robot I have a USB port in my skull

Yeh, yeh
I'm a danger Sceno sounds Wu-Tang and this shit is for the kids
Yeh, yeh
I'm the prestige while millionaires use my books as table legs
Yeh, yeh
There's no remedy pick up your notebooks and take them to the cemetery
Yeh, yeh
It's not serious sell your MPC tomorrow and look for a serious job