The A class, 1/29
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Arts, One Life, Cerroman
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Gross Area, D69
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Yeah, my mother, the one that has mounted, look
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RAP. |
sounds from the suburbs
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The most underground in the whole neighborhood returns
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Say what they say deep down they are raging
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It bothers them to see how I keep moving forward
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Fighting for me, for my music and my people
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Who knows me knows what's on my mind
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They know that I don't lie, that I sing what I feel
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It is going out to win or die trying
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Tell me who you are and what have you done to help me
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Give me some reason why I should shut up
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You come to teach me and you don't know anything
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You were wearing diapers when I was already rapping
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Flow, from what? |
If you are not even useful for a showgirl
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Swallow this shit, it's for you, for being selfish
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I know that there is a lot of false, there is a lot of liars
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And I will not give their names so as not to make them famous
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They know who they are because I have told them
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With this track I come to break your neck
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I aim and shoot, they know I don't stop
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Talking shit about me is expensive in the end
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I break your neck, my friend
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Run, D69, to the death |
They come back, 2008, present
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They are two Torrete, they come straight and from the front
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I break your neck, my friend
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Run, D69, to the death
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They come back, 2008, present
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They are two Torrete, they come straight and from the front
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My colleagues don't dance, they just say yes
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Sometimes almost, if so on this basis they do
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I break my neck in that discotheque to the most handsome
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And I turn him from a blow into a bailongo
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Then come with us out there
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You will see how cool, when there is no we draw it with spray
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I walk with a serious in the acai, shock to Frank T flipáis
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From the poets club, remember?
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You are lucky on this day of face
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Because I dream in that random several in your chain
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I'm going with Cerroman, from La Clase A
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And many believe not, but we work non-stop
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You block the words, do you want air? |
Well, take a breeze
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Fine drink, that's how they see me if they say "fan"
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From everything I do and they scream "poh!" |
of heart
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I'm the eldest of a legion of mics with ease
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To stop evil, we will have to speak wide open
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The door through which to pass will be to provide a quality rap |
Loving is not the synonym of being
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And to be about to be, loneliness usually passes, settles and for
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The desire to succeed of the most pinta'o
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Work in my field is to bend down before the seed
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Here who does not love himself, does not love you, you do not owe him, he does not owe you
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I break all the neck of the hype and box, what you want
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I break your neck, my friend
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Run, D69, to the death
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They come back, 2008, present
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They are two Torrete, they come straight and from the front
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I break your neck, my friend
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Run, D69, to the death
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They come back, 2008, present
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They are two Torrete, they come straight and from the front
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To the bimbombam with Loren and no one else
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The Cerroman and the Arts
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D69 Straight from A class
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And it sounds like that, yeah
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"The Soundtrack of Our Lives"
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Cousin, ring, man
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Cerro, it is what it is
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We leave them here, right?
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We're leaving now |