Es Como (feat. Fiucher, Yaco Levy & Marte)

Winning me over is unlikely, like a threesome with two exes
It's like crossing a river with two anchors on your feet
It's like robbing a bank with a paper gun
Like taking a nap on top of the train tracks

Winning you over is easy, it's clear, like being Michael Jordan with a hoop in front
Like acting cool with twenty or forty by your side
As easy as Newton's first-grade math tables

And even though it's easy, hey, sometimes it's strange
Like when I enter a bank after smoking a joint
Like the ads that pop up after you speak loudly
In case you want to buy something

But that's garbage, like the kid scared by his grandma
Garbage like the thief who stole from my house
Garbage like the square education system
Garbage like Pinochet, Videla, and those who supported them

Sometimes I feel confident
Like a lion in the jungle, like being a legend
Like Messi or Beckham, like when they sing so much and you're back at 33
Like Diego Maradona scoring two against England

Life is beautiful, like all those babies listening to me
And have me on their playlists
Beautiful like the breeze and that Mary who's ready
Like your smile that gives me goosebumps

Facing each other is suicide, like a kamikaze
It's like going to Mars without a suit, dude
It's like diving into a volcano without even thinking about it
It's like when we went to the Malvinas with no chance

And that's unfair, like everything on Earth, unfair like hunger
Like the cold of war, unfair like God not throwing any good
Unfair like politicians, who are shit

I'm from another planet, proud like Vegeta, if I fall I get up
And unlock another facet
Sly like a fox but never leaving a Z
Leaving an F from Fiucher and a one-eyed never fake
Every song I write, meticulous in every rhyme, I feel like the Indio
Mine is fine work
I rhyme and feel comfortable, like the corner
Like a Komodo dragon, why not?
(Yeah)
Lyrics like mandalas, over there, catch them
Cut like Tony, raising it high
What comes fast, goes like a bullet train
And if one day I hit it will be real
Like the Mala

Crazy like Gabino, I squeeze the beat, rhyming like few
Few grasp what I rhyme, melting bars, like lava I burn
With my own and bizarre touch, like Tarantino

I feel like a king, when doing a cipher
Aiming at the beat, in the sight of a sniper
Hey listen, you're a cat without thunder, entering the ring I'm an Ali against Flanders
Always first, never second, like Napoleon, I want to conquer the world
Never a ghost, always Facundo, and if I say what I think I swear I'll crush them

Rapping for me is like counting to three
Like jumping on two feet or making it to the end of the month, easy
We're like Still by Doctor Dre, like a skill of Eminem
Like Boca with River, classic, I bring it complicated
Like jail for experts, like looking at your back without any mirror
I just feel it clear, like a private jet
That's why I handle myself with high prices
Screwing me over is risky, like robbing a Chinese store
Without an elaborate plan trying to get it

Because beating us is like beating the casino
Like being in the mafia without knowing Pacino
If I get into the studio, I'm like Bob with the Widow
Inseparable friends like Yaco and the sound
If everything got murky, like a day of downpour
I feel like causing trouble like a junkie in the suburbs

I bring it magical and what? They're like Harry Potter
I'm like magic, just making you believe
Addictive like ink on the skin, like that beautiful woman
Who entices me to have honey dates
Instinctive like blind shots, like Bagheera in the jungle
They're so repetitive like a spin of the wheel
I bring it hyperactive, like a cleaning addict

They listen to it calmly, like a convict in the jungle
(Fine like fashion styles, like that boy from Rome)
(I'm like the thread, weaving wedding dresses)
(I, I feel calm, like the one who knows it all
I'm doing my thing like Lío with the ball)
(I'm like an Aikido teacher, I'm the one guiding the take)
(They're all lukewarm, like Haaland's defense)
(Oh, yeah)