En el callejon
En El Callejón
Hey Yo
arcángel pa
Bandoleros Flow
Echo
(Envuelto
desde chamaquito en el callejón
siempre me ha gustado el bacilon
lo malo me llamaba
mientras por los callejones de mi isla traficaba)
(Envuelto
desde chamaquito en el callejón
siempre me ha gustado el bacilon
lo malo me llamaba
mientras por los callejones de mi isla traficaba)
Yo no puedo permitir
que venga un loco y me vacíe un cartucho
naah yo soy la esperanza de muchos
tengo amistades que se alegran cuando voy hacia adelante
y aunque la calle esta mala tratare de ser cantante
primero, poner mi gente alante
por que usted conecte un palo muchos tratan de tirarte el guante
muchos q dicen tu puño no aguanto
pero me mantendré cambiando mientras tanto
de ves en cuando
hablo con dios y no contesta
le pido por mi vida
y por q el día amanezca
gracias le doy a el por darme el flow verdadero
que mas puedo dar si desde que nací soy bandolero
desde pequeño fui sincero
y aprendí que las cosas bien hechas hay que hacerlas con esmero
si se mueven quedaran prisioneros
del flow malicioso bendecido por dios
desapareciéndolos
(Envuelto
desde chamaquito en el callejón
siempre me ha gustado el bacilon
lo malo me llamaba
mientras por los callejones de mi isla traficaba)
(Envuelto
desde chamaquito en el callejón
siempre me ha gustado el bacilon
lo malo me llamaba
mientras por los callejones de mi isla traficaba)
Yo no fronteo
soy un ser humano imperfecto
los cual les pone claro q tengo muchos defectos
lírica soy un arquitecto
fabrico torres de rimas q te pasan por en cima y te riman
mientras ustedes me tiran mis neuronas maquinan
prendo un fily y en vez de matarlas yo le doy vida
muchos hablan y con escucharlo no se mueren
tengo flow pa repartirles a los q no tienen
díganme que quieren si cuando tiran no pueden
no aguantan se dan golpes contra las paredes
y se molestan criaron famas
se acostaron a dormir y les paso el nene a todos ustedes
yo voy al grano sin mucho corte sin mucho detalle
mami dijo je no sirvo pues voy pa la calle
en busca de aquel papel con las caras verdes
ando en busca de lo mío dudo puedan detenerme
(Envuelto
desde chamaquito en el callejón
siempre me ha gustado el bacilon
lo malo me llamaba
mientras por los callejones de mi isla traficaba)
(Envuelto
desde chamaquito en el callejón
siempre me ha gustado el bacilon
lo malo me llamaba
mientras por los callejones de mi isla traficaba)
Hey yo
arcángel pa
Un bandolero reportándose
Ya tu sabes pa
Don
Echo yo
Un bandolero de los huevos se reporta
In the alleyway
In The Alleyway
Hey Yo
arcangel pa
Bandits Flow
Echo
(Wrapped
since I was a kid in the alleyway
I've always liked the party
the bad things called me
while I trafficked through the alleys of my island)
(Wrapped
since I was a kid in the alleyway
I've always liked the party
the bad things called me
while I trafficked through the alleys of my island)
I can't allow
a crazy person to come and empty a cartridge on me
naah I am the hope of many
I have friends who are happy when I move forward
and even though the street is bad I will try to be a singer
first, put my people first
because when you connect a hit many try to challenge you
many who say they can't handle your punch
but I will keep changing in the meantime
sometimes
I talk to God and he doesn't answer
I ask for my life
and for the day to dawn
I thank him for giving me the true flow
what else can I give if since I was born I am a bandit
since I was little I was sincere
and I learned that things done well must be done with care
if they move they will remain prisoners
of the malicious flow blessed by God
disappearing them
(Wrapped
since I was a kid in the alleyway
I've always liked the party
the bad things called me
while I trafficked through the alleys of my island)
(Wrapped
since I was a kid in the alleyway
I've always liked the party
the bad things called me
while I trafficked through the alleys of my island)
I don't front
I am an imperfect human being
which makes it clear that I have many flaws
lyrically I am an architect
I build towers of rhymes that pass over you and rhyme
while you throw at me my neurons work
I light a fily and instead of killing them I give them life
many talk and by listening they don't die
I have flow to share with those who don't have
tell me what you want if when you throw you can't
they can't stand it they hit themselves against the walls
and they get upset they raised fames
they went to sleep and the baby happened to all of you
I go straight to the point without much cutting without much detail
mom said I'm no good so I'm going to the street
in search of that paper with the green faces
I'm looking for what's mine I doubt they can stop me
(Wrapped
since I was a kid in the alleyway
I've always liked the party
the bad things called me
while I trafficked through the alleys of my island)
(Wrapped
since I was a kid in the alleyway
I've always liked the party
the bad things called me
while I trafficked through the alleys of my island)
Hey yo
arcangel pa
A bandit reporting
You already know pa
Don
Echo me
A bandit of the eggs reports