Let's move the neck to 90 degrees
Up and down
As if you were saying yes
To the rhythm of the bass
Watch out for the steering!
Don't go hitting your forehead
Watch out for the people!

Look straight ahead!
Turn up the volume on the component
Headbang like a madman
The light turned red, stop!
Stop, stop!
(Who caused the accident?)
Calle 13, the Resident!

A lot of caps
A lot of jewelry
Many records in the stores
A lot of crap
A lot of tightrope walking
A lot of Karl Wallenda
For many MCs, I wasn't on the agenda
To me, motherfucker, you address me as "sir" and "here you go"
Turn on the speakers, crank up the bass to the max

So you can feel the tickle on your ribs
So you can see how I inject flow with a syringe
So you can see how milk comes out of your nipples
So you can see how you sweat Payco from your sideburns
So you can see how the screws of the shelf come loose
So you can see how the bass rumbles in the Minilla tunnel

Put a tourniquet on the neck (neck!)
So they headbang like a camel
As if they were saying yes (yes!)
As if they wanted to hit me with their nose
Put a tourniquet on the neck (neck!)
So they headbang like a camel
As if they were saying yes (yes!)
As if they wanted to hit me with their nose

This is something that makes the neck
Move up and down, you understand?
Like a hammer hitting a nail
Like saying yes, without giving a damn
The neck moves on its own, for free, without money
You keep going even if you get fired from your job
You already know, with your face looking forward
And then looking down
With your face forward, and then looking down
With your face forward, and then looking down

I know you can't spit the same phlegm
That this bastard spits
This is real, this is not theater
Ask Lupe
It's not my fault that the public loves my stuff
It's not my fault that my stuff never expires
It's not my fault that your stuff looks like a blooper
It's not my fault that I run over
Your crap with my Super Trooper 4x4
That makes them sweat tequila from their armpits
To meow like cats, to give many kisses to Pochaco
To wear short skirts and walk in heels
Then act all tough

Grr, tough
Grr, really tough
But with my stuff, I pull them
I bring them and make them headbang
I make them headbang
So everyone feels like peeing

Put a tourniquet on the neck (neck!)
So they headbang like a camel
As if they were saying yes (yes!)
As if they wanted to hit me with their nose
Put a tourniquet on the neck (neck!)
So they headbang like a camel
As if they were saying yes (yes!)
As if they wanted to hit me with their nose

Here there are no rules
Here there are no oaths
No government
No colonels
No sergeants
Add some spice to your anger
Don't cancel this movement
This is so your legs rebel
All this is so your ears fly
All this is so time freezes
All this is so time freezes
All this is so time freezes
All this is so time freezes
Here nothing hurts
Here nothing hurts
Here nothing hurts
Here nothing hurts

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