La Isla Del Encanto (part. Ayax y FERNANDOCOSTA)
Ayax Pedrosa
FERNANDOCOSTA
DJ Blasfem
Wa, wa, wa
Bravo, esto ha si'o una colabo
También hemo' rascado nuestro nombre en calabo'
Te conocí en Ibiza, no teníamo' ni un chavo
'Tábamo' en amnesia vendiendo gramo'
Pa' joder el game en el rap game
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, give me one more chance
Six in the morning police in my door
Me estái' usando como al negro de VOX
El domingo to' a la iglesia, y por el contrario
El Dios que tú ama' nunca pasa por el barrio
Fernando (Ah), tú compra' y Foyonе el comando
Son blando' (Ah), escriben con las mano' tеmblando
Cabrón, this is back from the dead
Esto es sin perdón, from the Wild Wild West
Yo no soy intocable como Eliot Ness
Yo no pinto casa' como el irlandés
Guapo, ya no ere' tan duro, tan capo
Pregunta en el barrio y no se acuerda ni el tato
Éramo' agaporni', ella era el perro y yo el gato
Lo dije en el 14, tengo cuerda pa' rato
Y estallo, me rayo y me piro a Medallo
Dame lo que es mío que aquí no hay fallo
Dame lo que es mío que yo no desmayo
Tú sabe', los niño' dando el callo
No quiero tu trono, yo ya soy el lion
Yo si te beso va a ser en to' los labio'
Dice que está sola, yo no quiero agravio'
Cojamos un avión si el mundo es un barrio
Bravo, esto ha si'o una colabo
Estábamo' en Ibiza a 40 grado'
Iban a la disco, no salían del lavabo
Salían vomitando de lado a lado
Comiendo en el Burger, no en el Cipriani
Vestíamo' del rastro, no de Emporio Armani
Sobraban las gana', no sobraba el money
Haciendo trato con italiani
La isla del encanto y del polvo blanco
La mierda que vivo es la mierda que canto
Estamos en el dance floor, no en el palco
Vendiéndole a los guiri' polvo de talco
Está' novela' no se cuentan en la escuela
Yo curraba de cajero, tú en La Tagliatella
Todo se compartía, las zapa' no tenían suela
One for the family, two for the fella'
A capela, aquí el que no corre vuela
Lucho por lo mío como Nelson Mandela
Como dice Prok, y esto es má' puro que el puchero de la abuela
Se lo di pa' que probase y se le durmieron las muela'
Vendiendo sosa en Platja d'en Bossa
Hacíamos tussi con pastilla' rosa
Te ponías a volar cuando entraba por tu fosa
Nos dieron las mil noche' como a Vargas Llosa
Le canto ray ray a mi reina mora
Se pone en una línea y se le para el cora
Lo hacían por necesidad, no por moda
Robando cartera' en el Bora Bora
Ayax, Fernando, venimo' del fango
Desde los 90 repartiendo mambo
Me voy para Argentina, pa' la tierra del tango
Castigo a los que me jodieron como Django
Fast como Pininfarina
Fumando resina por La Latina
Recorriendo Madrid de esquina a esquina
Esto es puro, sin corte, como un kilo de harina, yo
The Enchanted Island (feat. Ayax and FERNANDOCOSTA)
Ayax Pedrosa
FERNANDOCOSTA
DJ Blasfem
Wa, wa, wa
Bravo, this has been a collaboration
We've also scratched our name on the wall
I met you in Ibiza, we didn't have a penny
We were at amnesia selling grams
To mess up the game in the rap game
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, give me one more chance
Six in the morning police at my door
You're using me like the black guy from VOX
On Sunday all to church, and on the contrary
The God you love never passes through the neighborhood
Fernando (Ah), you buy and Foyon the command
They're soft (Ah), they write with trembling hands
Bastard, this is back from the dead
This is unforgivable, from the Wild Wild West
I'm not untouchable like Eliot Ness
I don't paint houses like the Irishman
Handsome, you're not so tough anymore, so boss
Ask in the neighborhood and not even Tato remembers
We were lovebirds, she was the dog and I the cat
I said it in '14, I have rope for a while
And I explode, I freak out and I go to Medellin
Give me what's mine because there's no mistake here
Give me what's mine because I don't faint
You know, the kids working hard
I don't want your throne, I'm already the lion
If I kiss you, it'll be on all your lips
She says she's alone, I don't want trouble
Let's take a plane if the world is a neighborhood
Bravo, this has been a collaboration
We were in Ibiza at 40 degrees
They were going to the club, not leaving the bathroom
They were vomiting from side to side
Eating at Burger, not at Cipriani
We dressed from the flea market, not from Emporio Armani
There was plenty of desire, money wasn't abundant
Making deals with Italians
The island of charm and white powder
The shit I live is the shit I sing
We're on the dance floor, not in the box
Selling talcum powder to the tourists
These stories are not told in school
I worked as a cashier, you at La Tagliatella
Everything was shared, the shoes had no soles
One for the family, two for the fella
A capella, here if you don't run you fly
I fight for mine like Nelson Mandela
As Prok says, and this is purer than grandma's stew
I gave it to him to try and his teeth fell asleep
Selling soda in Platja d'en Bossa
We made tussi with pink pills
You started flying when it entered through your pit
They gave us a thousand nights like Vargas Llosa
I sing ray ray to my Moorish queen
She gets in line and her heart stops
They did it out of necessity, not fashion
Stealing wallets at Bora Bora
Ayax, Fernando, we come from the mud
Since the 90s spreading mambo
I'm going to Argentina, to the land of tango
Punishing those who screwed me like Django
Fast like Pininfarina
Smoking resin in La Latina
Traveling Madrid from corner to corner
This is pure, uncut, like a kilo of flour, yo
Escrita por: Fernando Costa Morales, Adrián Pedrosa Hidalgo, Ayax Pedrosa Hidalgo