Por Los Viejos Tiempos
Quizas hoy solo piense en kien me interesa
q tenga una sola cosa en la cabeza y me la kite porke pesa
di q soy duro como un perro d presa
ya lo sabeis: me la suda tu grandeza
Migue, soy vago por naturaleza
sentado en el sofa con un botellin de cerveza
hermano, yo cuido de mi barrio y de mi gente
como tu papa de su cuenta corriente
quisiera volver a tener 12 años
no se q m pasa me siento extraño
fumando hachis y recordando el antaño
hermanos de sangre, nunca hubo engaño
son 3 ases lo q traen la jugada
tu parada esta solicitada
no vales de nada
eh, simplemente escuchen y mejoren
o prueben a escribir despues de fumar polen
afirmo q perdi 30 billetes mami (ya ves)
yo es que prefiero hacerlo asi, siempre en el ring
muxo antes q cantarle a unos canis
sigo mi trayectoria buscando el oro
me la suda la plata y el bronce
fumando y estando + ciego q el director de la ONCE
y si tngo q perder q le voy a hacer, eh?
siempre entrenare con este lapiz y papel
hijos de puta como yo, vamos por lo maximo
y pensar en el pasado siempre me dio animos
trato estilo, olvida tus papeles
palabras fieles son las q + duelen
Hey calibre
Que paso?
Rap del cuaderno a la calle
Por los viejos tiempos, oye, no falta detalle
Hey enzima
Que paso?
La mision es no fallar
Por los viejos tiempos tres ases y el rap
Como cualkier MC vamos cogiendo un nivel
y hemos acudido al rap como las moscas a la miel
cabrones con prestigio, doble jesus y miguel
podria estudiarme tu vida pero me parece un pastel
ni jesus puentes ni el midas, soy jesus sin + cuartel
con nervios a flor de pie
serpiente de cascabel
ya coloque tu cartel
solo con lapiz y papel
a veces me encuentro inferior, a veces saludable
y si me sale de la polla hoy sere cntigo amable
vuela, traigo tela para hacer velas de titanic
llevo 15 años viviendo y no hago muxo caso a juani
intento mantener mi poca relacion con canis
yo hago vida cn estilo aunk no voy vistiendo armani
pavo, tngo familia en madrid y barcelona, salamanca y sevillona
mi rap no es carne de rata cmo sirven en mc'donalds
tiens la moral baja y no paras de hacerte pajas
sere yo kien te anime siempre entre bombos y cajas
honor de gran señor entre tus bragas mojadas
un C4 es mi salida y un C3 es mi llegada
lunes x la mñn no sere yo el q lo aguante
mi alma seguira en la kma aunk mi cuerpo se levante
mi estilo de vida es hacer vida con estilo
y aun recuerdo a miguel angel siempre en peleas metido
mi piel orte que acero
amigos y compañeros
los q cuento cn las manos y aun m sobran varios dedos
procedo, al ver q atras m kedo, y lo supero
mantengo vida sana y bien jodido x mi hermana
sperando esos 5 dias q llegue el fin de semana
por los viejos tiempos en este momnto intento
dejarlo todo bien claro y caminar sobre el cemento
stoy contento x dntro asi que basta d lamntos
hoy mi tanto x ciento
Hey calibre
Que paso?
Rap del cuaderno a la calle
Por los viejos tiempos, oye, no falta detalle
Hey enzima
Que paso?
La mision es no fallar
Por los viejos tiempos tres ases y el rap
Podria hacerlo sentado, cn una mano a la espalda
si me empalmo cn tu tanga me corro en tu minifalda
y kien lo rompe lo paga, asi k t debo unas bragas
kiero piyar a toda costa, patear buscando kosto
q si no se soluciona todo se nota en el rostro
otro episodio, enzima y calibre,
kiero agarrarme a ti morena y tu kieres ser libre
nada nuevo si este finde akabare tirao en er suelo
primo, q la vida, ni son 2 dias ni es un juego
y pienso q tiro un año haciendo sueños y esa mierda
verano del 2000, trio de ases, lo recuerdan?
he vuelto + despierto, nunka tuve el mar abierto
cierto q me enmarrone cn poco y voy revuelto
no t miento, sntimientos x mujeres del momnto
en realidad busco mojar, puta, en realidad no lo siento
me la suda tu anarkia, tu playback cn coreografia
tngo colegas q lo harian mjor q tu sin ser su dia
mami me siento frio mi chivato esta vacio
solo keda buscar novia y recordar sobre akel trio
aki t lo pongo con rap de 2 rombos
hombro cn hombro, socio oye ayi me asombro
vivo el rap desde los 13 a los 11 pinte en tu bloke
ayer era KDB hoy ODB y desenfoke....
Hey calibre
Que paso?
Rap del cuaderno a la calle
Por los viejos tiempos, oye, no falta detalle
Hey enzima
Que paso?
La mision es no fallar
Por los viejos tiempos tres ases y el rap.
For the Old Times
Maybe today I only think about who interests me
who has one thing on their mind and takes it away because it's heavy
say I'm tough like a guard dog
you already know: I don't give a damn about your greatness
Migue, I'm lazy by nature
sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer
brother, I take care of my neighborhood and my people
like your dad takes care of his bank account
I wish I could be 12 years old again
I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel strange
smoking hash and remembering the past
blood brothers, there was never deceit
it's 3 aces that bring the play
your stop is requested
you're worth nothing
eh, just listen and improve
or try to write after smoking pollen
I affirm that I lost 30 bills, mommy (you see)
I just prefer to do it this way, always in the ring
long before singing to some chavs
I follow my path looking for gold
I don't care about silver and bronze
smoking and being blinder than the director of the ONCE
and if I have to lose, what am I going to do, huh?
I will always train with this pencil and paper
sons of bitches like me, we aim for the maximum
and thinking about the past always gave me encouragement
style matters, forget your roles
faithful words are the ones that hurt the most
Hey caliber
What's up?
Rap from the notebook to the street
For the old times, hey, no detail is missing
Hey above
What's up?
The mission is not to fail
For the old times three aces and the rap
Like any MC we are reaching a level
and we have turned to rap like flies to honey
damn with prestige, double jesus and miguel
I could study your life but it seems like a joke
either jesus puentes nor el midas, I'm jesus without a quarter
with nerves on edge
rattlesnake
I already placed your sign
just with pencil and paper
sometimes I feel inferior, sometimes healthy
and if I feel like it today I'll be kind to you
fly, I bring fabric to make Titanic sails
I've been living for 15 years and I don't pay much attention to Juani
I try to keep my little relationship with chavs
I live with style even though I don't dress in Armani
dude, I have family in Madrid and Barcelona, Salamanca and Seville
my rap is not rat meat like they serve at McDonald's
you have low morale and you can't stop jerking off
I'll be the one to encourage you always among drums and boxes
honor of a great lord among your wet panties
a C4 is my way out and a C3 is my arrival
Monday morning I won't be the one to endure it
my soul will stay in bed even if my body gets up
my lifestyle is to live with style
and I still remember Miguel Angel always getting into fights
my skin harder than steel
friends and companions
those I count on my hands and still have several fingers left
I proceed, seeing that I'm falling behind, and I overcome it
I maintain a healthy life and screwed up by my sister
waiting for those 5 days when the weekend arrives
for the old times at this moment I try
to make everything clear and walk on the cement
I'm happy inside so enough of complaints
today my hundred percent
Hey caliber
What's up?
Rap from the notebook to the street
For the old times, hey, no detail is missing
Hey above
What's up?
The mission is not to fail
For the old times three aces and the rap
I could do it sitting down, with one hand behind my back
if I get hard with your thong I'll come in your miniskirt
and whoever breaks it pays, so I owe you some panties
I want to catch at all costs, kicking looking for cost
if it's not solved everything shows on your face
another episode, above and caliber,
I want to hold onto you brunette and you want to be free
nothing new if this weekend I end up lying on the floor
cousin, life is not just 2 days or a game
and I think I spend a year dreaming and that shit
summer of 2000, trio of aces, do you remember?
I'm back more awake, I never had the open sea
it's true that I got into trouble with little and I'm stirred up
I won't lie, feelings for women of the moment
actually I'm looking to get laid, bitch, actually I don't feel it
I don't care about your anarchy, your lip-sync with choreography
I have friends who would do better than you without it being their day
mom, I feel cold my snitch is empty
only looking for a girlfriend and remembering about that trio
here I put it with rap of 2 diamonds
shoulder to shoulder, partner listen there I'm amazed
I live rap from 13 to 11 I painted on your block
yesterday was KDB today ODB and unfocused....
Hey caliber
What's up?
Rap from the notebook to the street
For the old times, hey, no detail is missing
Hey above
What's up?
The mission is not to fail
For the old times three aces and the rap.