What do you know about me
Now that I can give you everything, what will you do with me?
Do you want to reach into my pocket and tell me that
Money kills poetry
Until one day they kill you
Now that I can tell you everything, what will you say about me?
Do you want to get into my head and tell me that
Money kills poetry
Until one day they kill you
For the cachet add a triple nine
With rap I do like taxi drivers when it rains
You want to escape from reality but tell me where
Slide with me I'll take you elsewhere, Delta-9
Sit down, trust me, believe me baby te quiero
I live now or never, don't wonder who I was
To stop me you would have to shoot me like Piero
Let me dream again or wake me up if it's all true
When you project emotions, you promise that
Anyone listening has a first class seat on a bullet train
Rapper replicas well tight reptile clothes
You should remind me to bring me the comb
I walk on a red carpet, mud on my shoes
When it starts like a tango on the parquet
Barefoot like gypsies with a gypsy heart
I'll eat your heart, challenge me
Every comment here costs you an arm and a leg
The wind will speak of me in the midst of the storm
The victim is music, I'll do an investigation
And you who beat me, in another life not in this one
What do you know about me
Now that I can give you everything, what will you do with me?
Do you want to reach into my pocket and tell me that
Money kills poetry
Until one day they kill you
The night is eternal for lyricists this time too
The moon kisses short-lived pessimists
Whatever comes is fine with me, it doesn't matter
It's the turning point, they say: 'You're not what you used to be'
We are dust on the records, our noses inside the risks
Blessing, Corpus Christi
Always distinguish the kings from the tronistas
'This country is too narrow we are forced to be contortionists
It's like feeling free, but with padlocks on your eardrums
You are the second of silence after the toast
Embarrassing so don't be a rapper Willy
Your dream is to be 'frrrr' in an indie band
They stay at my court as long as I hold tight
I feel this music is mine, bruh, it's in tune
From city to city I learn a lesson that is
This nation is pure falsehood and courtesy
But what do you know about me
Now that I can give you everything, what will you do with me?
Do you want to reach into my pocket and tell me that
Money kills poetry
Until one day they kill you
Now that I can tell you everything, what will you say about me?
Do you want to get into my head and tell me that
Money kills poetry
Until one day they kill you
But what do you know about me
Now that I can give you everything, what will you do with me?
Do you want to reach into my pocket and tell me that
Money kills poetry
Until one day they kill you
Now that I can tell you everything, what will you say about me?
Do you want to get into my head and tell me that
Money kills poetry
Until one day they kill you