Siempre Hablando de Mas
None a dem a badman!
Dem a talk bullshit!
Dicen que brillan, que tienen puro swagga swagga
Veo mucho chatty chatty y poco poco dagga dagga
No me cuentes la de tarantino que me conozco la saga
Toda esa bullshit nadie se la traga!
Voy a brillar hasta quemar o hasta quedarme ciego
Si crece el movimiento pero no veo relevo
No, no me elevo, no veo lo que no creo,
no te veo moviendo por esto ni un puto dedo, solo ego.
Por el puto dancehall siempre me entrego
Yo peleo con quien joda como en el puto recreo
Solo cuento y digo lo que tu ya ves,
Te lo voy a definir en uno , dos y tres
Te digo yo que
Uno , por que yo me lo curro pero tu no
Digo dos, si yo no tengo palabras para dios
Y digo tres, por que hablas mucho pero poco ves
Y digo stop! que yo peleo por el toppa top
Y digo badbwoy professional
Mi lirica no es personal ni canto para impresionar
No vengas a reflexionar, ni mencionar
Nada de esto digo por malintencionar
Y manda toda mala vibracion para desalojar
Y petan el volumen en el carro y en cada party
Todos los badman todas las gal y los rastafary
Esto no es movida pop rollito gabinete caligari
El chico de fuego viene a rematar y
Yo no se por que muchos que siguen intentando
llegar hasta arriba solo se dedican a dinamitar
No se por que tanta gal con hambre de la fama se
vuelven chica de plastico o en la mas puta del lugar
Mira si no lo ves, siempre hablando de mas
Y al final lo que crees son solo cosas que nunca sabras
He bway
Al final no que se es que debemos brillar y que todos los
odios mi amor no podra derrotar ou nou
Yo parto el ritmo tu solo pon boton en on
Daddy mete la presion tu solo siente vibracion
Muevelo hasta que se te corte ya la respiracion
Pon toda la shit en otro lado no hay preocupacion
Pon un poco de atencion y ponle corazon
Y menos basura musical hablando de gun
Musicaly mi mision so no competicion
Pero si quieres tralla rattattattatatatatam
Vengo con las ideas claras y la cabeza bien dura
Malas miradas atrajeron dudas
Y si pa tantas heridas profundas , no , que no tenemos cura
Por mas que demos puntos de sutura
Y si en la vida no maduras y vives de la de los demas
perderas pronto la cordura
Nada digo por chaladura y peleo como daddy cobra
Y este equipo por esta cultura
Mira si no lo ves, siempre hablando de mas
Y al final lo que crees son solo cosas que nunca sabras
He bway
Al final no que se es que debemos brillar y que todos
los odios mi amor no podra derrotar ou nou
Y al fyah que lo respeten
Llega el momento pero nunca le meten
Y en el man to man no veo que nunca me reten
Sigo mi camino y por las malas que les peten
No veo que me representen
Y si son profesionales que se presenten
Que a nadie ataco, no compro y nadie me vende
Y el que siente el dancehall todo esto lo comprende
Nooo
Dile a ese bway ya dile dile que ya le cale, vale?
No se pueden hacer chapuzas y con malos modales
Dale, que again la gente de la calle sabe que vale!
No vendo a nadie ni al por mayor, vale? ni a retales!
Dile que elimino el estress en uno y uno dos y tres
Y no sabes como hago magia que escuchas pero no ves
Te parto el riddim de la cabeza y hasta los putos pies
Lo grabo borracho de ron y tu aun asi no te lo crees
Mira si no lo ves, siempre hablando de mas
Y al final lo que crees son solo cosas que nunca sabras
He bway
Al final no que se es que debemos brillar y que todos
los odios mi amor no podra derrotar ou nou
The fyahbwoy again me seh
Cobra team riddim
Yes me lion
Es el chico de fuego
Always Talking Too Much
None of them are badman!
They talk bullshit!
They say they shine, that they have pure swagga swagga
I see a lot of chatty chatty and little dagga dagga
Don't tell me the Tarantino story, I know the saga
Nobody swallows all that bullshit!
I'm going to shine until I burn or go blind
If the movement grows but I don't see a successor
No, I don't rise, I don't see what I don't believe,
I don't see you doing anything for this, not lifting a damn finger, just ego.
I always give myself to the damn dancehall
I fight with anyone who messes around like in the damn playground
I just count and say what you already see,
I'm going to define it for you in one, two, and three
I tell you that
One, because I work hard but you don't
I say two, if I have no words for God
And I say three, because you talk a lot but see little
And I say stop! I fight for the top
And I say badbwoy professional
My lyrics are not personal, I don't sing to impress
Don't come to reflect, or mention
I don't say any of this with bad intentions
And send all bad vibes to evacuate
And they blast the volume in the car and at every party
All the badmen, all the gals, and the Rastafarians
This is not pop stuff, Gabinete Caligari style
The fire boy comes to finish it off and
I don't know why so many who keep trying
to reach the top only dedicate themselves to blowing up
I don't know why so many gals hungry for fame
become plastic girls or the biggest whores around
Look if you don't see it, always talking too much
And in the end what you believe are just things you'll never know
Hey bway
In the end what we know is that we must shine and all the
hatred, my love, cannot defeat us
I break the rhythm, you just turn the button on
Daddy puts on the pressure, you just feel the vibration
Move it until you run out of breath
Put all the shit somewhere else, no worries
Pay a little attention and put your heart into it
And less musical garbage talking about guns
Musically my mission is not competition
But if you want a blast rattattattatatatatam
I come with clear ideas and a strong head
Bad looks brought doubts
And if for so many deep wounds, no, we have no cure
No matter how many stitches we give
And if in life you don't mature and live off others'
you'll soon lose your sanity
I don't say anything crazy and I fight like Daddy Cobra
And this team for this culture
Look if you don't see it, always talking too much
And in the end what you believe are just things you'll never know
Hey bway
In the end what we know is that we must shine and all
the hatred, my love, cannot defeat us
And respect the fyah
The moment arrives but they never put it in
And in the man to man I don't see anyone ever challenging me
I follow my path and let them screw up the bad way
I don't see them representing me
And if they are professionals, let them show up
I don't attack anyone, I don't buy and no one sells me
And whoever feels the dancehall understands all this
Nooo
Tell that bway, tell him that I've figured him out, okay?
You can't do sloppy work with bad manners
Go on, because again the people on the street know it's worth it!
I don't sell anyone wholesale, okay? not even scraps!
Tell him I eliminate stress in one, one, two, and three
And you don't know how I do magic that you hear but don't see
I break the rhythm from your head to your damn feet
I record it drunk on rum and you still don't believe it
Look if you don't see it, always talking too much
And in the end what you believe are just things you'll never know
Hey bway
In the end what we know is that we must shine and all
the hatred, my love, cannot defeat us
The fyahbwoy again I say
Cobra team riddim
Yes, my lion
It's the fire boy