R4PSTAR (part. Saygi)
'Pere, usted sabe que les doy clases a todos
Hmh, yo
Maquia' ese visaje
Me tramó re harto ese taller, gonorrea (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
Me dejó esa piroba moto, re mostra (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
Una bala esa piroba
¿No? ¿Cómo sería, papá? (What the fuck)
Usted sabe que solo son pa' las carreras, a mi no me trama el hurto ni nada
Ni el sicariato ni nada, ni el fleteo, gonorrea (Prrrrrr)
A mi no me trama eso, solo las carreritas
Pero sin palabras, papá ¿Sabe qué? (Check, check)
Check it out (Chеck it)
We gotta make it out (Make it)
El vеrano no regresa ni en el norte ni en el south (En el south)
Exploro esquinas sucias como un niño boy Scout
Mientras bobos dan conciertos con el mic desconecta'o (What?)
Pegale a un peso pesa'o— y se te parte el brazo al contacto (Yeah)
Escupir y hacer la tula si es rapear al contrato (Uh)
Me expreso si confio, con espías no trato (No, no)
Te paso la candela, pues mi so' no comparto
Y tengo— (What?)
Dos diablos atrás de mi, cargan maleficios (Yeah)
Yo se lo que va a decir, always tan preciso (Uh)
Ojos rojos carmesí, prácticas de esquizo (What?)
Con el tiempo yo adquirí un carisma exquisito (Yeah)
La jeta me huele a humo, ja (Uh)
Me comí todo mi estrés al desayuno, uh (Uh-uh, uh)
Me jodiste en un momento inoportuno
Yo— voy compitiendo desde que jugaba al UNO
You know (You know)
Tanto complique para hacer cosas tan básicas (Yo)
Y yo con pistas clásicas desde un techo de lámina, ja (Damn)
Me falta el odio cuando me sobra la orgánica (Uh-huh)
Me subo al podio y tengo vista panorámica (Wuh)
Esa fanática me habla un toque dramática (Yeah)
Me busca el lado pa' que le siga la plática, ja
Me sé esa táctica, yo tengo práctica (What, uh-huh)
Me vuelo al toque en una nave intergaláctica
Ya no me encuentro saludándote, no hay por qué (Nah, nah)
Si ya tengo a tu gyal cantando en el cuarto (Uh)
Te— sigo haciendo moral pa'l chorro y vaca pa' comer (What)
Yo sigo igual, ¿no ves?
Andá pa'lla, ome
La misma mierda de siempre, no nos pueden comprar (Uh-huh)
Mi fam rayado en el vientre, M.I.H y na' más (M.I.H)
Contaminando el ambiente, mo me pueden matar
Bajo la luna creciente, no me pueden cazar (What?)
Ey, ey
I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Not a pop-star)
Fundiendo bafles desde el páramo a la costa (A la costa)
No hablen de filos si el cuchillo no les corta
Me dicen: "¿Qué me importa?", y les digo: "Coman torta" (Jaja)
Niño, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star
No, no, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Star)
Huh, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Wuh-wuh, yo-yo)
¿Que qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué? (Not a pop-star)
Ey
I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Not a pop-star)
I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Not a pop-star)
Niño, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Nada de eso)
No hablen de filo si el cuchillo no les corta (Yeah)
Ey, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Not a pop-star)
I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Nada de esa mierda)
Niño, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Nada, uh)
No hablen de filo si el cuchillo no les corta (Adiós)
What the fuck these niggas talking about?
Wuh, wuh, wuh, huh, yeah
Oblivion's in this bitch
Shout-out Saygi, yo
Shout-out Mocho, shout-out SAI
Shout-out los parceros, shout-out las parceras, les parceres
R4PSTAR (feat. Saygi)
'Pere, you know I give classes to everyone
Hmh, me
Maquia' that face
I really liked that workshop, damn it (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
That bitch left me a motorcycle, really cool (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
A bullet that bitch
Right? How would it be, man? (What the fuck)
You know they're just for racing, I'm not into theft or anything
Not hitmen or anything, not kidnapping, damn it (Prrrrrr)
I'm not into that, just the races
But without words, man, you know what? (Check, check)
Check it out (Check it)
We gotta make it out (Make it)
Summer doesn't come back in the north or in the south (In the south)
I explore dirty corners like a boy scout
While fools give concerts with the mic off (What?)
Hit a heavy weight - and your arm breaks on contact (Yeah)
Spit and make the dick if it's rapping under contract (Uh)
I express myself if I trust, I don't deal with spies (No, no)
I pass you the torch, because I don't share my stuff
And I have- (What?)
Two devils behind me, carrying curses (Yeah)
I know what they're going to say, always so precise (Uh)
Crimson red eyes, schizophrenic practices (What?)
Over time I acquired exquisite charisma (Yeah)
My face smells like smoke, ha (Uh)
I ate all my stress for breakfast, uh (Uh-uh, uh)
You fucked me at an inopportune moment
I've been competing since I played UNO
You know (You know)
So complicated to do such basic things (Me)
And me with classic tracks from a tin roof, ha (Damn)
I lack hatred when I have an abundance of organic (Uh-huh)
I step onto the podium and have a panoramic view (Wuh)
That fan talks to me a bit dramatically (Yeah)
She looks for the side so I keep talking, ha
I know that tactic, I have practice (What, uh-huh)
I fly off in a intergalactic ship in an instant
I don't find myself greeting you, there's no reason (Nah, nah)
If I already have your girl singing in the room (Uh)
I- keep giving moral for the thief and cow to eat (What)
I'm still the same, don't you see?
Go over there, man
The same shit as always, they can't buy us (Uh-huh)
My family engraved on my belly, M.I.H and nothing else (M.I.H)
Contaminating the environment, they can't kill me
Under the crescent moon, they can't hunt me down (What?)
Hey, hey
I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Not a pop-star)
Blowing speakers from the highlands to the coast (To the coast)
Don't talk about blades if the knife doesn't cut you
They say: 'Why should I care?', and I say: 'Eat cake' (Haha)
Kid, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star
No, no, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Star)
Huh, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Wuh-wuh, yo-yo)
What? What? What? What? (Not a pop-star)
Hey
I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Not a pop-star)
I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Not a pop-star)
Kid, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (None of that)
Don't talk about blades if the knife doesn't cut you (Yeah)
Hey, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (Not a pop-star)
I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (None of that shit)
Kid, I'm a rap-star, not a pop-star (None, uh)
Don't talk about blades if the knife doesn't cut you (Goodbye)
What the fuck these niggas talking about?
Wuh, wuh, wuh, huh, yeah
Oblivion's in this bitch
Shout-out Saygi, yo
Shout-out Mocho, shout-out SAI
Shout-out the homies, shout-out the ladies, the dudes
Escrita por: Oblivion's Mighty Trash