Vibing
Let me speak to a mutual friend
He wanna talk to you
Yes? (make sure he understands, and let him go)
Do you understand?
So, say it
Huh, alright I-I understand
Good
Oblivion in this bitch
Hijueputa
One, two to the three
Un deliroso wannabe
Dizque nunca estuve en la calle, que en la calle no me vi
Unos que no, y otros que sí
Que a oblivion lo reconocí
Ese pirobo es mero estalle aunque su raye ya entendí
Nigga, please
Sе gana experiencia con cada dеsliz
Ser un triste rapero al lao’ del culo de una actriz
No me visto de cuero, sornero fumo hachís
Mala vista al rapero cuando solo bien vivís (¿cómo?)
Levántese y sóbese que no hay pomada
Van a intentar matarme y yo me como la granada
Comienzan con todo y luego se quedan sin nada
Traquea el boom-bap, eso no es cualquier güevonada
Que el pana rote el apanado
Sanas quieren los insanos
Almas vanas van en vano
Pa’ rapear pa’ lo que estamos
Un bastardo y artesano
Mi mierda no es arte sano
Acá se escupe gas propano sin rector y sin decano
Escribiendo en el metro pa’ dejar pasar las horas
Que le valga puta mierda a los señores y señoras
Si mi rap es un veneno que se esparce como esporas
O si me pillan con stg fumando nuestras floras
Los sueños de este cafre metidos en un cofre
Se perdió el diem del carpe y no lo encuentra por torpe
Parchando en cualquier parte
El parlante es mi soporte
La caleta no da el cante aunque el tombo me confronte
Porque aquí no hay engaño ni escondite
Más- sazón que brasileño tocando el repique
Perro quítese, ¿o requiere que le explique?
Dime qué exiges
Exhíbete para cumplir lo que predije (okay)
Noches de saoco hasta que el cuerpo se derrumbe
Todo el mundo re loco, acá no hay nadie que nos tumbe
Esto es una hecatombe, nos juzgan mal, pero no les incumbe el motivo de nuestro embombe
¡Apunten!
Sé que lo soy, pero no me creo capaz
Y me siento ansioso, pero un güevón jamás
Camino derecho, pero voy mirando pa’ tras
Capaz que te perdiste y ya no sé dónde es que estás (okay)
Sé que lo soy, pero no me creo capaz
Y me siento ansioso, pero un güevón jamás
Camino derecho, pero voy mirando pa’ tras
Capaz que te perdiste y ya no sé dónde es que estás
Yo, yo
Oblivion in this bitch
Hijueputa
You know how it is, men
Vibing
Let me speak to a mutual friend
He wanna talk to you
Yes? (make sure he understands, and let him go)
Do you understand?
So, say it
Huh, alright I-I understand
Good
Oblivion in this bitch
Son of a bitch
One, two to the three
A delirious wannabe
Saying I was never in the street, that I didn't see myself in the street
Some say no, and others say yes
I recognized oblivion
That bastard is pure explosion even though I understood his line
Nigga, please
Experience is gained with every slip
Being a sad rapper next to the ass of an actress
I don't dress in leather, I smoke hashish
Bad view of the rapper when you only live well (how?)
Get up and rub yourself, there is no ointment
They will try to kill me and I eat the grenade
They start with everything and then they are left with nothing
The boom-bap crackles, that's not just any bullshit
Let the buddy rotate the breaded
The insane want the sane
Vain souls go in vain
To rap for what we are
A bastard and craftsman
My shit is not healthy art
Here propane gas is spit without a ruler and without a dean
Writing on the subway to pass the hours
Fuck the gentlemen and ladies
If my rap is a poison that spreads like spores
Or if they catch me with stg smoking our flowers
The dreams of this thug stuck in a chest
The diem of the carpe was lost and he can't find it because he's clumsy
Hanging out anywhere
The speaker is my support
The stash doesn't give the song even though the cop confronts me
Because there is no deception or hiding here
More flavor than a Brazilian playing the repique
Dog, move, or do you need me to explain?
Tell me what you demand
Exhibit yourself to fulfill what I predicted (okay)
Nights of chaos until the body collapses
Everyone crazy here, there's no one to knock us down
This is a catastrophe, they judge us wrong, but it's not their concern the reason for our embombe
Aim!
I know I am, but I don't believe I am capable
And I feel anxious, but never a fool
I walk straight, but I'm looking back
Maybe you got lost and I don't know where you are anymore (okay)
I know I am, but I don't believe I am capable
And I feel anxious, but never a fool
I walk straight, but I'm looking back
Maybe you got lost and I don't know where you are
Me, me
Oblivion in this bitch
Son of a bitch
You know how it is, men