| Yesterday they told me again that they were looking for me, hahaha
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| What a novelty, right? |
| But there are also those who tell me:
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| «You give them the face, we take care of your back»
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| They told me to take care of myself
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| That any fearful shoots
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| That envy always hides in the best face
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| That in the long run lies are always expensive
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| And friends sell that of clear accounts
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| They conspire, they disguise anger
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| They want to hide all that fear they breathe
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| They look at them and with their criminal costume on the street
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| But to his bad luck
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| The street looks, facts and lies
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| The street knows that there is no law when you turn
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| The street listens, knows, feels, shut up, because the street doesn't lie
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| They want to get there and they won't be able to
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| When they be C-Mobsta, say what you gonna do
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| Floating in the lake you are going to wake up
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| And they don't see, they don't foresee what's going to happen to him
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| They are envious and walk with a cane
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| Punished they stayed, we sent them to the corner
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| And ram-tam-tam-tam
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| Wrapped up the one, the chicana
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| We cut his hair, we make him a mohican
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| And go down more, go down more, that you alone sink
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| I rep the mob and I keep throwing slumps
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| Ready for the grave, fag, don't hide
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| Me wearing Adidas and you still dumb
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| It's a street without envy, stop, don't flood
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| It's like saying that Pacquiao beat Marquez, ouuh
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| C-Kan, take out the nine
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| Always shoot the whore, so you can see if he moves
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| The street talks about people who are speechless
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| They are worth nothing
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| Listen, the rumors that my hours are numbered
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| but they do nothing
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| Feel, run the time on your clocks
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| Nobody knows them and I listen to voices that tell me
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| "Follow your dream, live for the day, nothing happens, they envy you"
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| I still don't lose focus and it's going to be hard to stop
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| My parents tell me:
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| «Because of envy, do not be alarmed
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| Pursue your dreams, for it is never too late
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| And learn to distinguish if someone is dressed as a coward
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| That envy arrives overnight»
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| And it is necessary to smoke a lot of marijuana
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| To be able to deal with enough hypocritical people
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| That today I dedicate 16 written lines
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| With my handwriting so that the jacks talk
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| It is another one for those who already know it
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| Respect is obtained by those who have dignity
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| If you don't know what I'm talking about, it hurts me
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| With that stupid face now I understand all your complaints
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| The envy is noticeable, it is reflected in the look
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| The ego, the envy, the daily bread
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| They made me realize the kind of shit
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| The street talks about people who are speechless
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| They are worth nothing
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| Listen, the rumors that my hours are numbered
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| but they do nothing
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| Feel, run the time on your clocks
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| Nobody knows them and I listen to voices that tell me
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| "Follow your dream, live for the day, nothing happens, they envy you"
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| Understand it, the little boat sank
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| Against the current, with the wind it fell
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| Listen to it, I know that you also heard it
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| How many after C-Kan rap like me? |
| (Oh oh)
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| And that I am the copy, fucking photocopy
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| All your achichincles are faithful to my parish
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| One day a program and a couple of tracks are downloaded
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| And the next day they wake up saying that they are artists
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| I'm from a real one, your whole clicka knows it
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| That I entered the nest of crows only with the spring and…
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| Who said something? |
| no one did anything
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| They know that if they touch me they'll be screwed
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| The street speaks, they are only words
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| The street looks, people who conspire
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| The street listens, but they don't fight
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| C-Kan are at the bat to hit them with the cap
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| The street talks about people who are speechless
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| They are worth nothing
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| Listen, the rumors that my hours are numbered
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| but they do nothing
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| Feel, run the time on your clocks
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| Nobody knows them and I listen to voices that tell me
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| "Follow your dream, live for the day, nothing happens, they envy you"
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| Hey, in case one is not enough
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| The same pirates are back, C-Mobstaz
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| Teaching them how it's done
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| from the base
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| Representing Jalisco with Hyde, "The True Chemist"
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| Maxo produces, C-Kan drives and if you show off, the Quetzal and Zimple melt your
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| lights
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| The Boss |