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Brother, clear your mind because I'm going to add weight
Like in the beginning
Intense lyricism so you see that I remember
Pure protelyric to nourish your brain
Many don't agree and I keep proving
That we keep liking, we keep improving
For many little brothers, I'm the driver of their lives
Lives that are lived in the corner chatter
Many are very high and started very low
And that's where my rhymes connect with your relaxation
That's why I don't fit in with the one who stays below
My people are going up, they are really a curd
We are in the garlic that's why we know
Those who learn from life and those who learn in a notebook
The truth is everyone learns to make money
So even though we are different, sometimes we look alike

Oh, oh oh oh-oh! All the audience in short shout
Oh, oh oh oh-oh! In the neighborhoods it was also heard
Oh, oh oh oh-oh! The cool badass mess
Oh, oh oh oh-oh! The Santa Cartel buzzing a million

Crazy, I'm underground, ask whoever you want
And it's not my fault, buddy, that I stood out
I'm not fascinated by gold or diamonds
Mine is pure sumi, the pelican and the tales
Different channels, different opinions
Sometimes I wear Nike and sometimes I wear Converse
We are all sober from living from lyricism
It's not that I'm commercial, it's that you guys do it ugly
Attached to the block, how many will not be the same
Very few originals, how many bring the same job
I say that chale, it's better that they understand
That to live from this, the best thing is to sell themselves

Oh, oh oh oh-oh! All the audience in short shout
Oh, oh oh oh-oh! In the neighborhoods it was also heard
Oh, oh oh oh-oh! The cool badass mess
Oh, oh oh oh-oh! The Santa Cartel buzzing a million

Master of my mind from the ranch
Mexican from the chichos, the gringos arrested me
I walk without permission, the stew is made anyway
And even though I hit hard, I support my kids
Pirates steal my work, they are very bad
They want to see me down, anyway I don't give up
Thanks to the fans who buy originals
You my brothers are the ones who support my job
The rest know it because they are sticky
Dangerous phrases like the rimorosa
Lyric stinking of pure weed
I can sound like everything but less like a strawberry
My shout at the table even if it doesn't sound lit
The microphone on with me is not boring
Entertaining everything and cheering your ears
Raising a prayer for all my enemies

Oh, oh oh oh-oh! All the audience in short shout
Oh, oh oh oh-oh! In the neighborhoods it was also heard
Oh, oh oh oh-oh! The cool badass mess
Oh, oh oh oh-oh! The Santa Cartel buzzing a million

My creative lyric inspires you
I have you hooked like the junkie the goat
This is definitely going up
Cannabis sativa, I improvise if I forget
Two or three gays throw but from afar
Those who were in short remained silent
I don't feel cursed, I feel blessed
If I ask them for nothing, why do they mess with me
They are very burned, their pride hurts
If they mess with mine, I mess with theirs
They burst their sorillo from so much shitting inside
I keep releasing albums, I keep the audience happy

And that's how to the rhythm of syncopation
The Santa Cartel keeps you in the mood
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