Kiosko Raps est une chanson en Espagnol
Verse 1
Que Chimba pana
Me acuesto en la cama
Con una morena Que tiene el pelo
como el pibe Valderrama
En las montañas con la vista panorama
Y Ella me dicen me reclama
Que no me vaya
se toca mientras Muerde la almuada
Deja la drama mama ya sabes el programa
Tengo plata para hacer
me importa um carajo por la fama
(Back to this disco)
Shit I got moves to make
Been doing this for years and all my dues is paid
I hit up Onaje like God all these dudes is fake
They a bunch of fruit cakes
I could do this album with my eyes closed
in two takes
You slept on the King you made a huge mistake
That's why the price double fuck that it triple
I get a bag for getting on stage
and spittin this riddle
Esto mas paisa Que Arepa y Manteca
Alpha y Omega
Juego en el medio campo
como el burrito Ortega
I'm cut from a different tela
So run to the corner store
We call it Kiosko some call it a bodega
Get yaself a 40 a spliff y prende la vela
Cuz i'm about to eat like when your abuela
Te llama para la cena
And killing all these rappers no no me da la Lena
Class in session let's take em back to escuela
Verse 2
Send the line
bout mine
Never send me running out of grind
Out of mind
Mix the arsenic with cyanide
Y'all are salty with iodine
Ride and shine
(wake up sun)
Had to bring it back to life
for the thousand times
Cold facts
golden plagues
Holding back to get ya skull cracked
Cold packs sun I really dun sold crack
Snowcat collect the bread
by the downs and I gave no tax
I ain't owe you niggaz Jack
Son hold that (Toma)
Check the road rap (GPS)
Plates are moving tectonic
Benz Chronic
old customer Listen to Stetsasonic
My young nigga leaning sipping expensive tonic
Wrote our own story as if its sketch comic
Ironic (Questions)
Broke deuce off paper
but ain't gotta die bottom line
Front you this package you must be out ya mind
The work ain't coming without dollar sign
Some of us hustle the others getting over off white collar crime
Verse 3
abrir los oidos y cera la jeta
che
se abren las nubes
se partan the waves
this is Sparta on stage
garcha in ya face
how does it taste?
got my spotterz in place
no cause for mistake
no pardons for fakes
we modern day greats
que grande los chico's we got it okay
magnifico
grito
we the Sun's of May
my damre sharpens my blade
I talk wit a slang
lunfardo
luchando por pay
stalkin my prey
rockets away
my pockets are safe
fuego proof mi negro
infierno for dayz
te queman from space
they burnin for space
disintegrate
no murders to trace
a certain way to displace
chemical climate manmade
energy weapons directly aimed"