Fuego Camina Conmigo (feat. Elphomega)

I'm not ordinary, but if you touch me I can give you a shock.
The desire to eat and hunger came together,
Intense sound for a just cause.
Today I come dense elpho, as you like.
I have a past, and there are no more secrets I believe.
I tell the newbie who approaches the mic in his first flirt to chill.
I take a breath after each phrase.
What lasts this record is like a nice walk.
The mc works the organ, not everything is oregano on the mountain,
Nor does an orphan microphone grant powers.
I bring abundant brilliant phrases
More than diamonds with the flow of rappers from before.

I told him: Qonta that I take you to the sun, he said: what nonsense, you will burn!,
I told him I didn't plan to go during the day and he laughed,
You'll see, I told him if you trust this guide.
They say when you arrive there's a flash, and I believed it,
It gave me wings, we stopped to take drags in disordered coordinates,
Sitting on the Greenwich meridian, we let our legs hang,
Knowing that the search was eternal,
And that there are many stops along the way and that,
The important thing is not to arrive but,
But the journey itself, we look back
And we knew that no one would see us again.

When I come down to your world, fire walks with me
And the gaze of the beggars always fix on me.
Then fire returns it and there,
You can feel the cold of the Kremlin, and the hands of John Geyfee
Or be strangled with fat lazys, improve your lifestyle,
Some are overcome by a gray discouragement.
I carry fire in my eyes like Drew Barrymore.
I come out of a thorn bush unharmed and undamaged,
Today I funk with this clan of maños, strange winds ko,
They carry my flames to London incinerating a Tesco,
This is the punk record, I test it, purifier of the text,
Rapper without exact method, an avid reader.

Fire walks with me,
Water and earth extinguish it, therefore enemies,
Air extends it, some pyromaniac in me,
I burn hectares of mcs, elpho: What do they know about you!. hate: What do they want from me!.
For a better world, better die,
I step on you with some Goretex Air Foxes.
You with your fireproof suit, what are you coming for,
This flamethrower is the solution to your hunger problems,
Sho-hai came to burn the same hell, melt the winter,
I breathe icy vapors and the hang is eternal.
Do you want to cry? I'll teach you.
I learned it when passion and then love die, when the fire goes out.

Tell me how we do it, I get it,
To the fake before the lame is caught soon,
By experience, which is the best memory,
Sorry for the absence, I'm at the top, I skip the euphoria.
Today I dress up, I rock the room,
I work hard with pick and shovel, although as a kid I was a bullet,
No rhyme is bad, everything is in the emotion,
I channel the energy and I get it out of the wing.
I live fast, before it's too late,
I take care to sound original in every boast
The mic is on fire, but I keep going.
I play with fire and I don't burn because it walks with me.

You see that it's hard for me to write new paragraphs,
And it's not that I don't like to rap, it's that I prefer to touch my balls.
Rumba turns on the sampler and there's nothing like it,
He stokes the fire with his forge and his wa wa wa,
Feel the savua fer from my tonsils.
After combustions in my mind I bring the crack.
If my hands were faster…
There are thoughts that escape to never return and it's a shame.
Unfertilized verses that live happily in some limbo
Free from lips, ears, copies
And sleep in Bimbo bread beds,
I read them with the back of my cornea for this dignified fiery song.

Rest in peace, I incinerate you.
Your remains to the toilet or an ashtray.
Jump into the bonfire and make a wish.
I wish your death almost as much as mine but you go first.
And then tell me what clothes to take,
A tracksuit or jeans, the most comfortable is to go naked.
I invite you on a cruise through my Dead Sea.
There you float and I try to be a corpse in the port.
Lava tears slide down this Cyrano nose.
Fire is my brother and protects this saint.
I fuck you and sparks fly next to the butane.
I play with fire and I don't pee and I shit on you.

Bring that rum back here!,
Pass that maka, verses hotter than the Paris Dakar,
And never subside with Sergio, Javier, David and Rubén is final.
It's never trivial. It's natural that the tents ignite you,
And there's nothing more, we are pods, ultrabodies of rap,
Pigmaleón of a deadly white fire,
I'm going to the sauna spam in the mail. I want cold that burns,
High degrees that reach the girls of the day in their boxes,
And workers in their girdles and the Bauhaus school
The parents of chaos call. Cambodia and Laos will never be able to pause it,
Extinguish the cause the house will burn and the clubs will burn,
The clouds, the p and the h with the v.