Fuck Competi (feat. C.R.O & Homer El Mero Mero)
[Marcianos Crew]
A mi me gusta la droga más que comer, papito
Por eso me la pego desde chiquito
En el barrio de Gerli, criao en la esquina
Ya todos los saben se la di a tu piba
Y si, ¿qué me va a decir?
Ayer me pidió foto y hoy me quiere discutir, papi
Acá no vamo' a competir, papi
Mejor se me va a dormir
Somo' lo' rapero' má' rapero' de tu barrio
Por el barrio mando freestyle con la puta voy al barrio
Esa no te la sabías
La gano de noche, me dura unos días
Alcohol y comida, yo sigo en la mía
A nadie le compro a mi nadie me fía
Fuck la policía, vos y tu grupo de mentira
Andan pispeando la movida para mi son to' ortivas
Ellos no son trap, ma' nigga (na)
Ellos no son rap, ma' nigga (na)
Ellos no son na', ma' nigga
Marcianos, los Bardero$ tenes que bancar la gira
[Homer El Mero Mero]
A mi siempre me hace bien lo que a otros le hace mal
Por eso nunca termino en algún hospital
Yo siempre estoy dando vueltas como un animal
Enseñándole al correcamino a caminar
¿Cómo pensar en otra cosa que no sea la droga?
Hace 10 años que es mi novia, se acerca la boda
Por eso siempre me acompaña para cualquier zona
No quiere que yo la comparta, ni la deje sola
Cuando me castiga, tomo un té de manzanilla
Y la dejo con su padre peruano ahí en la villa
Mucho rap en Argentina que habla poco y brilla
Yo sigo después del Marciano y Ricky Maravilla
Así que nos va a decir que ya no sepa yo
Si en nuestro show le meto lleca el flow lo mete C.R. o
Entonces como vamo a competir con vo'
Yo ya pase de eso hace mucho gracias a Dios
[CRO]
Droga pa', sin piedad entro al track baby
Sombra black, en zigzag, give a fuck, baby
Tiran mal, baby
Juegan mal, baby
Puro clack a su rap como track, baby
So crazy, acá ya no vamos a competir, mami
Tengo droga para repartir, mami
No sé porque usted me estaba tirando a mí
Sin fin, el king, con swing
Ey bitch, bebí siendo tu ultraje
Hijos de puta desquiciados con coraje
¿Qué traje? Qué traje Mierda pa' tu engranaje
Subiendo para arriba solo para que ellos bajen
Ey papas, si esa puta lo pide le doy más, ¿de qué vas?
Hablando de esa mierda no engañas, dale gas
Que si no te saluda es por el flash, party cash
Alejados de lo que fabricas
Ellos no son trap, ma' nigga
Ellos no son rap, ma' nigga
Ellos no son na', ma' nigga
Marcianos, los Bardero$ tenés que bancar la gira, pa
Ellos no son trap, ma' nigga
Ellos no son rap, ma' nigga
Ellos no son na', ma' nigga
Marcianos, los Bardero$ tenés que bancar la gira, pa
Fuck Competi (feat. C.R.O & Homer El Mero Mero)
[Marcianos Crew]
I like drugs more than eating, daddy
That's why I've been into it since I was little
In the Gerli neighborhood, raised on the corner
Everyone already knows, I gave it to your girl
And yes, what's he gonna tell me?
Yesterday she asked for a photo and today she wants to argue, daddy
We're not here to compete, daddy
You better go to sleep
We're the most rapper rappers in your neighborhood
In the neighborhood, I freestyle with the bitch, I go to the neighborhood
You didn't know that
I win at night, it lasts me a few days
Alcohol and food, I keep doing my thing
I don't buy from anyone, no one trusts me
Fuck the police, you and your fake group
Snooping around the scene, for me, they're all snitches
They're not trap, my nigga (nah)
They're not rap, my nigga (nah)
They're nothing, my nigga
Martians, you have to support the Bardero$ tour
[Homer El Mero Mero]
What's good for others is always good for me
That's why I never end up in a hospital
I'm always moving around like an animal
Teaching the roadrunner how to walk
How to think about something other than drugs?
She's been my girlfriend for 10 years, the wedding is coming
That's why she always accompanies me anywhere
She doesn't want me to share her, or leave her alone
When she punishes me, I have a chamomile tea
And I leave her with her Peruvian father there in the slum
A lot of rap in Argentina that talks little and shines
I keep going after Marciano and Ricky Maravilla
So what are you going to tell me that I don't already know?
If in our show I bring the flow, C.R. brings it too
So how are we going to compete with you?
I moved on from that a long time ago, thank God
[CRO]
Drug lord, mercilessly enter the track, baby
Black shadow, zigzag, give a fuck, baby
They throw bad, baby
They play bad, baby
Pure clack to their rap like a track, baby
So crazy, we're not competing here, mommy
I have drugs to distribute, mommy
I don't know why you were coming at me
Endlessly, the king, with swing
Hey bitch, I drank being your outrage
Crazy bastards with courage
What suit? What suit? Shit for your gears
Going up just for them to go down
Hey dads, if that bitch asks for more, I'll give her more, what's up?
Talking about that shit doesn't fool anyone, give it gas
If she doesn't greet you, it's because of the flash, party cash
Away from what you produce
They're not trap, my nigga
They're not rap, my nigga
They're nothing, my nigga
Martians, you have to support the Bardero$ tour, bro
They're not trap, my nigga
They're not rap, my nigga
They're nothing, my nigga
Martians, you have to support the Bardero$ tour, bro