Some have told me a stern whim
That to attack the bug I plug in the pot
Much Trinidad for the santero
Óscar is in the middle of Los Chichos, he must be Jero
I get out of the shower late and hurry
Ibarra in the studio in ground zero
Full of mud, it sounds like a slum
Where I come from and what I narrate sounds dirty but
I don't sweep hairs

I don't sweep, I narrate my story
Shine! Boy with simple style
Catch! I bring the best of Seville
Everything I do is for a kiss from Aliyah
Oh!, yes!, I!, Diggity, I grab the mic like a hammer
I hit, I spit: puag! I spit!
We dress many widows in mourning
I execute you for being a damn Judas
I dispel doubts with Zatu
Now you have a problem
El Chapo with Escobar when you see us fly
Hey, I don't think you want to try us!

I don't think you want to taste it
When life has kicked you and evilness emerges
When you can't go to dad, scholarships paid
Cows for the poor are televised
When I give you a bad look
Those that say that no one hugged that child
No one has kissed his face
Blaming the MENA is crazy
Having bad temper
I want to finish measuring that rod

Stop! Stop! Dolce Guevara!
Get ready a little for what's coming
I only see people with diminished minds
A lot of information but nobody knows anything (Nothing at all)
I think politicians are unnecessary
Just like the journalists who get paid by politicians
Just like all the judges who get paid by politicians
And all the deceived people, I don't know how they do it!

Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
He goes in a boogie, on the beach he goes in a boogie
In a boogie on the beach I saw him
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
He goes in a boogie, on the beach he goes in a boogie
In a boogie on the beach I saw him

I was born in the 80s, they give me 50
Pictures on the beach don't pay off
They comment that Javi is crazy
How? (Crazy!)
Such is the fear, the terror I provoke
Everything has spirit, everything but you
A little donkey that doesn't even know the "u"
A dark being that doesn't let the light shine
Ignorant! Piece of meat!

I don't leave the house, perennial, Jules Verne
I take you on a trip on Friday
Safe culture so they can see me
But if half of them come in, it's not worth moving
My mind wanders free because it barely sleeps
I feel the dark madness looming
The world hurts me, do you understand?
There are lice in my bed
My soul lives in November
Call my house, I've removed the bell
Wicker cages for a flame that doesn't extinguish
Cruel bilingual heart
May the fear decrease
I take the curve in Fenwick

The living live off the fool
Scam is not the same as theft
Journalism sets the pace of the globe, uh
I come to the studio where I escape from everything
I heal from everything, do you feel how I rise from the mud? Uh
For sorrows, drunkenness is good
If this sounds familiar, it's because you have a lot of Rap in your veins, (eh)
Thank God for Rap and Zatu for pushing me
Unmatched style in the scene! (oh)

Studying hard is what's left for us
Word of a Goth, call the speech therapist
My chest, a waiting room
There's a curfew at 11 and no one in La Alameda
I go through the center like a pale tourist
The gypsy woman comes with grace, she sells me rosemary
Until I fully reveal my foreign accent
My brown car and gypsy and payo run away
The cops arrive and she says "uh!"

Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
He goes in a boogie, on the beach he goes in a boogie
In a boogie on the beach I saw him
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
He goes in a boogie, on the beach he goes in a boogie
In a boogie on the beach I saw him

Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
He goes in a boogie, on the beach he goes in a boogie
In a boogie on the beach I saw him
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
Ringui dingui
He goes in a boogie, on the beach he goes in a boogie
In a boogie on the beach I saw him

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