Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!

Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!

Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!

Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!



Che Uno

Cantalo

lo cagamos a palo

dardos criollo como ocho hecho a mano

let em off like petardo

travel largo

te la meto en el arco

golazo

whut up gaucho

Kingdom applauso

powerful Milagro

we give a cloud full

puro humo uno ninguno can out do

ché parts missing

pulp fiction in el auto

re sarpado Emiliano te la atajo

segui bailando

yo sigo avanzando

the King and I

Crack da wiesel

lethal cuando largo

Fernando Redondo

smokin in Belgrano

Androgue

high potent

im focus

you've noticed

psychosis

Urbana

chupala

my slogan



Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!

Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!

Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!

Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!



Kingdom Kome

I put that nine on ya back like Batistuta

Falto envido Nuevo disco

Pleno centro como el obelisco

A si escuchan

Los Chicos Criollos camiseta se debuta

Se viene la lluvia

Raja si tienen la duda

Bajo la luna occulta

Escribo como Pablo Neruda

Con una puta desnuda

Que me cocina huevo fritos y pechuga

El conejo pierde a la tortuga

Sharp shooters spark rugers

Life threatening like heart tumors

Sharp wit mixed with dark humor

Bars lit la brea tar pit

Super like Mark Duper

As real as this shit there's far fewer

Killin' shit es mi vicio

Ra Sun & King

bustin shots a Los milicos

Para Los pibes en la esquina

Tita y Rhodesia

We bring las golosinas



Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!

Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!

Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!

Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo! Cantalo!



Cousin Feo

A yo check it, drop another golazo

And watch the score change

Yeah, the flow grimey like a storm drain

The stash spots for the fire like they Fort Wayne

Came a long way from fucking short gain

When it's grim I'm the grim reaper

in a gold chain

You a tombstone in the cemetery a no name

I need more haze

you ain't a god cuz you adore praise

I spit blood and I smoke pain

Glow like cocaine from the old days

It's all business no baggage just a briefcase

here to Kill ya chief

and the scalp is just a keepsake

They found em with his wig pushed back

like a release date

I told you ain't no love in the streets

It's only deep hate

Cuz when you running with crooks

It's hard to keep straight

The homies keep heat

like they grand mommas ll keep faith

But me waiting on a pack already weeks late