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It's time to chicane them so that they become believers

For the intuitive, for those who feel it

We are not the same, different animals

For the literal ones who think with the peyente

Homies, raw bitch, fuck what you thought

I eat your whore without making an effort

Fuck breakfast, I deserve lunch

Tell me the bad thing and let the Universe conspire

Sometimes I pretend to know

If there is nothing for the lunchbox, now, the passeto

We are going to die, mijo, nothing to do

Whether you want it or not, you are going to leave a message

I have plenty of lineage, I spent purple

They want the painting of this brush

Let him break the fabrics with that chisel

Those are not punishments for a platform glob

For the children of the asphalt

Even smog has its charm

Rhyming for me isn't even that big of a deal, here they don't even copy saintly

Neither hot nor scary

They kill you with what they chop cilantro

It has never been an act, I bordered on throwing compact flows

Morals never, artifacts

The masses rise, rise at the tip of the load

There are too many words for those who have tact

You with the south

with my court

Medal on the map giving fight

You with the south

Hey, what, we're in Colombia

In Colombia, Angola, even the most bizarre

God make me live, let me transcend

Here they would rather die than let go of power

Some add blackberries to melt and smell

A party on the lot, Lucas on the platform

In billiards the bambuco, the caleta, the blunderbuss

Under the brick, there in the vine

Cats in cuckoos conspire for cell phone

All payment and gluing stucco

A thousand ways to die and make a mess

There in the pit, freight with the gravel

The valley and all the shortcuts

The stripe for the ataraje and all the women he attracted

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