Dolar Mas Euro (con Tote King)

Dollar Plus Euro (feat. Tote King)

- Yes, who's speaking?
- You know who I am...
- Yes, I know, did you send someone to deliver the package? He hasn't called, everything has gone well?
- Let me tell you something, forget about the money.
- What?
- Forget about the money!
- Well, it's a lot of money you're making, what do you mean by that?
- What, what am I doing? I'm talking to an empty phone.
- I don't understand you.
- Because there's a dead man at the other end of this damn line.

[Tote King]
It's nine twenty, the mobile phone rings, private number
let it burst, my brain is closed
a ColaCao and some Phosquitos, I need
I've been three weeks without taking off the mosquito repellent
and the royalties are a joke, there's no publicity
if Tote is in the area, all the rappers attack
the new ones stumble a lot, they're the bad guy from Scream
your next option I'm going to decline like Latin
and that contract, look, it's not pleasant
the slave clauses I discover cause flatulence
when I cloud the deal and buzz, I found your place
Rodrigo Rato is Che compared to your label
and I want to escape.
listen to what I bring and look me in the eye
we make music and my music can't be compared to anything that's danced in the tribal*
I'm not going to make a deal, I celebrate my own New Year's Eve every day
I'm the profane MC,
half of Seville's brotherhood chases my bike, Look mom, no hands!!
the director of the anti-progressive seminar continues with substrate
remember when I blow my whistle.

[Zatu]
If you're shitting yourself outside the plate
Tote, sorry, I've touched the mobile
and this number seems like it's from the Carpathians
from a guy who gets tangled up in everything
open your eyelids wide, my house is a hostel for two
and my music is a scandal, understand
after everything, they seem like sensible people
rats in ties, ratata!!! watch out who kills you for money
wearing a fancy hairstyle
talking on the phone with Martin* for Tote King
I know what it's about
I've been in the ring for fifteen years
let's meet at an expensive restaurant and open the briefcase
RAP starts making money and you know it
invite me to eat Manué and pay me a trip on the AVE, those are your credentials
while the kids in my neighborhood rob bars with police chases
and they barely escape, it's worth it
the whole country offered me money for these songs
come on, man, see you at Antares*
I'll tell you about it in bars if there's no fan shooting me
offer whatever you want, I don't care
they wanted to give me $$$$$$$$$$ in ancient coins...

[Acción Sánchez: Scratches]

[Zatu]
Smooth flow...
pay me a shitty salary every six months?
sorry, don't you see if it fits you
I'll leave after the break
with huge nausea, I don't know the cause
I'm talking about dollars, don't offer me necklaces
and advertise my album when it's on the streets
put people to hand out flyers
don't you see that the public prefers SFDK to Slayer
just thinking about advancing me the money
tie me up alive, putting my dick up for auction
invites me to know his green mile
to then give me the runaround when not even my mother remembers me
Watch out, the dog bites!!
nothing to thank him for listening, sir, we came to see you
for the disinfection of the germ...
believe me, because at this point there are MCs who fall asleep (Sleep!)
or are stuck with SuperGen,
I see them still on the platform while my train passes by
a back and forth of air that doesn't come to the surface
let it pot, locked in my cabin.

[Tote King]
I don't allow myself anything for being Tote
I just let my style flow, I'm 25 years old and they still call me by my nickname
and I still dress wide
in those pants where two like me fit
try to rap, you couldn't
venerate my flow, I went from the park to the billboard
I don't give a damn about jail
the only rapper that makes you feel like Deep Purple
it never fails, coballas without sizes get stuck
we empty the beach, jump over rubbish in 100-meter hurdle races
I call it a nightmare
they don't want to read in school but they know the entire lineup of Real Madrid and Ajax
bunch of... shit annoys me
and the labels in Spain are four old guys dressed in Casual Wear
I still give lessons to idiot MCs
when the flashes go off and shoot, call us the three neighbors
compare if they're rising in the cocaine coffers
Tote is laced in three brands, he doesn't know who sponsors him anymore
don't offer more truths that aren't entirely true
and never write with the hand you later erase with the elbow
Odyssey in the Mud in my case is when I lost my pride
my hugs with Óscar and Zatu are none of your business.