Dumb (part. Bejo)
Bassline and [?] drums
Yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah, yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Bassline and [?] drums
Yeah, yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah I'm about to go dumb
Le meto tanto, hasta cuando no le meto tanto
No está lloviendo en el estudio, debo estar llorando
Puse housing donde había campo
A tu la'o en el Auris se siente como un Lambo
Como yo escupo lo saben dos o tres
Lo que tú has visto es solo la punta 'el iceberg
Termina el bolo y antes de ir pa'l hotel
Hay free en el backstage con mi bafle Bosé, yeah
Caen esquelas como ayer
Caen estrellas como cuando Kendall Jenner se sienta en la NBA, yeah
Cómo escribo no lo sé
Si mi medicación tumba los elefantes 'el rey, yeah
Los problemas se van, se los lleva el viento
La mitad de mi fam te tumba bebiendo
Me miraste diez veces y te dije:
El piquete es de Asos, cabrón, es como te lo curres, no estás comprendiendo
Marty Mc Fly sonriendo
Aparca'o al la'o de tu Bugatti está mi máquina 'el tiempo
En mi equipo no entran cayetano' ni apellidos compuestos
Solo compadres, mi chica no es mala y esto es Flow 2000
No te preocupes, mami, sé cuidarme
En mi agenda hay premio Booker, y también gánsters
Quién es un hombre lo averiguo fácil
Quién te mira a los ojos, y quién te mira el outfit
Bassline and [?] drums
Yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah, yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Bassline and [?] drums
Yeah, yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah I'm about to go dumb
Wow, wow, B-E-J-O
Tengo en las manos más palos que un torneo de golf
¿Quién como yo?, ¿quién?, ¿quién como yo?
Diez mil mínimo si no, pues no venimo'
Si te hicieras un test de ADN saldría que eres mongolo
Mejores que el rap lo dejen y jueguen al waterpolo
Caras de tontos y solos no salen del chabolo
Putos sabelotodo, ¿se creen que no controlo?
Tengo un par de haters que me dicen lo que tengo que hacer
Lo que tengo que decir, cómo tengo que rapear
En fin, por mí pueden irse a cagar
Hacer lo que me salga de los huevos siempre fue el plan
Ni calvo ni tres pelucas, la medida exacta
Ustedes se quedan corto' o se embarrancan
Puto, que yo soy como un volcán
Todo va bien hasta que un día ram-pam-pam-pam
Puto papa fritas, los escacho y hago ñoquis
Mejor no jueguen conmigo, soy como el ruso de Rocky
Yo tengo los apuntes de la vieja escuela
Y el tiki-taka de la nueva, ¿tú quieres que te haga un croquis?
No te me alborotes
Quieres un lingote y no aguantas el trote
Mi logo es un cipote, pa' estas putas con bigote
Peon el culo pa' que azoten el Bejote y Tote (bitch)
Nosotro' somo' como somo', hermano
Sal de ahí inmediatamente
Que te están viendo
Bassline and [?] drums
Yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah, yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Bassline and [?] drums
Yeah, yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah, I'm about to go dumb
Yeah I'm about to go dumb
Dumb (feat. Bejo)
Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
I go all in, even when I don't go all in
It's not raining in the studio, I must be crying
I put housing where there was countryside
By your side in the Auris feels like a Lambo
They know how I spit, two or three know
What you've seen is just the tip of the iceberg
Finish the gig and before going to the hotel
There's a party in the backstage with my Bosé speaker, yeah
Obituaries fall like yesterday
Stars fall like when Kendall Jenner sits in the NBA, yeah
How I write, I don't know
If my medication knocks down the king's elephants, yeah
Problems go away, the wind takes them
Half of my fam gets drunk
You looked at me ten times and I told you:
The picket is from Asos, bastard, it's how you work it, you're not getting it
Marty McFly smiling
Parked next to your Bugatti is my time machine
In my team, no high-class or compound surnames
Just buddies, my girl isn't bad and this is Flow 2000
Don't worry, mommy, I know how to take care of myself
In my schedule, there's a Booker prize, and also gangsters
Who's a man, I find out easily
Who looks you in the eyes, and who looks at your outfit
Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Wow, wow, B-E-J-O
I have more sticks in my hands than a golf tournament
Who like me?, who?, who like me?
Ten thousand minimum, if not, we don't come
If you did a DNA test, it would show you're a moron
Better than rap, they should quit and play water polo
Stupid faces and alone, they don't leave the slammer
F***ing know-it-alls, think I don't have control?
I have a couple of haters telling me what to do
What to say, how to rap
Anyway, they can go to hell
Doing whatever I want has always been the plan
Neither bald nor three wigs, the exact measure
You fall short or get stuck
F***er, I'm like a volcano
Everything's fine until one day bam-bam-bam-bam
F***ing french fries, I crush them and make gnocchi
Better not mess with me, I'm like Rocky's Russian
I have the notes from the old school
And the tiki-taka from the new one, you want me to draw you a diagram?
Don't get all worked up
You want a nugget and can't handle the ride
My logo is a d***, for these b****es with mustaches
Bend over for them to spank the Bejote and Tote (b****)
We are who we are, brother
Get out of there immediately
They're watching you
Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid