Santa Cos Lyrics in English by Cosculluela

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Babe

Where's Santa Claus?

Where's Santa Claus

And the toys that he would leave?

Bab-

We're at Christmas

A time of peace, love, and happiness

Another chance

So that you tie up the good things and let go of the negativity

There are some, the evil elves

There are others, the three wise kings

But brother

Don't live in the past

Or brag about what you give

Look at what the people have given you

Ladies and gentlemen

Straight from the North Pole

The one everybody's waiting to see

Where the cold rules all 12 months of the year

Where heat isn't felt, it's strange

Be quick

After hearing my voice

That this year doesn't end with you closing it

The one who closes it is Santa Claus

Rest in peace Buddha and my respect to his family

I always think about him at night when I open the Bible

And I don't forget his words, "Cosculluela, do you remember?

That you don't give your hand twice to the one that bites it"

That's why I'm receptive, and I stay positive

And nobody's going to rap more bad*ss while I'm alive

So line up, calendar kingpins

Because after I pack you up, in the feds you're crying for me to pull you out

I'm The Prince, the standard, the cause

The son of Jehovah they sent to Earth to put you on pause

We're not in the 90s, we're in 2014

Shout-out to all the projects, especially Ponce

Your Mercedes is 2011, what are you bragging about then?

If it weren't for a hundred plugs, your jewels would be bronze

The lion looking for a shortcut, babe get to work

And don't brag about the street, who the f*ck have you taken down?

Black clothes, mask and gloves, and sneakers

In case there's trouble, to peel out at top speed, b*stard

What a f*cking hustler, you used the people as a mechanism

After you come out you're fronting to us ourselves

This is from yesterday to today, everybody knows who I am

And in this warring the same sh*t happens to me as to Floyd

Everybody wants to drop me but deep inside they know

Do you want to lose your cash? Bet it all on Tempo

You askin' about me

I'm the biggest, baddest, roughest, toughest n***a to ever do it

You got to know better than that, homeboy

Don't call me for meetings, bunch of b*stards

Nor to limit what I say in my songs

This is going to keep going and I'm going to say whatever I want to say

So drop the guns, b*stard, and start writing

You're warring with the big papa-upa, with Tupac

The only one in the genre that doesn't suck you off

And I confess he asked me for ten bucks

Good thing I didn't send you sh*t, you've even forgotten the prisoners

A salute to Chal doing time in the feds

And to my little brothers in juvenile and in state

Prison is for everybody, don't try to pretend

That because you're Tempo your case is already more special

What happened, b*stard? I'm here standing and alive

Put up with Coscu while I live

So much sh*t you talked all those years, that they respect your chair

Then stay standing, b*stard, because the chair that's here is mine

I'm sitting on the throne and I don't crumble

And before I fall, the ozone layer falls

The island floods, every corner is parallel

Kids don't lie, who's the best?

I'm not from the street, I'm from my house

B*stard, what did you dress up as the day you went to Plaza?

The old Old Navy coat, you went to pick up babes

The Thanksgiving shoes were all stained with gravy

Learn to be humble with your people, my brother

Hey Getto and Gastam drank it up with you

The Free Tempo songs

The little lists, the strikes, all the sh*t they did

And you don't send them even a greeting, and Pusho, b*stard?

Pig-ass, Mexicano pulled you out of the hole

You set up your movie and register the pack shots

All made of sand, knowing about the cancer and the little girl

And before plugging him you say something about your chains

That if half a million, that if the penthouse in San Juan

The Retros reach the dock straight from Taiwan

Get off the cruise, I'm going to speak clearly even if I don't want to

You're in Big Boy's era, and with the beats it's already Playero

Don't call me to make peace

Whatever happens, give him the gas chamber

Don't take off his costumes, the guy is tripping

He flipped on the deceased along with Richie In The House

You're disoriented, your record sales never existed

Buddha's money was put up by Jaime

And don't lie to your people that you paid 120

For the V pendant, if that V is Vicente's

You suck Yankee off because the b*stard visited you

I would have visited you, but nobody invited me

And then you call me without having met me at the time

And you tell me to send you ten grand because you're Tempo

I don't believe you, Santa's already on the sleigh

Heading to Palma just to give me this trophy

For being the one who buries the captain of the fakes

And I'm going straight to your studio to shove it up your *ss, b*stard

The Prince

The Cerebelebelium, The Mueka

That's my man

Millo!

Roll out the red carpet

The emperor of the marble grips just arrived

Look, b*stard

You think I'm warring with the toughest

B*stard, you're warring with the toughest

You dont know what you're doing, boy

You're not best enough

You got no stamina

Rottweilas Inc

And White Li, White Li, White Lion

Bryan Lee

And the Beat Monster, Young Hollywood

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"Santa Cos" sounds like a Christmas song for about thirty seconds. It opens with a kid-like voice asking "¿Dónde está Santa Claus?" (where is Santa Claus?) and talks about "una época de paz, amor, y felicidad" (a season of peace, love and happiness). Then Cosculluela crowns himself Santa, says he comes "directamente desde el Polo Norte" (straight from the North Pole), and announces that "El que cierra es Santa Claus" (the one who closes the year is Santa Claus). What follows is a long, furious diss track, and the Christmas wrapping is the joke.

The target is another Puerto Rican rapper, Tempo, named again and again: "Juegaselos todos a Tempo" (bet all your money on Tempo, if you want to lose it). He mocks Tempo's flashy claims, his old Mercedes and his jewelry, and says he forgot the friends in prison: "te has olvidado hasta de los presos" (you've even forgotten the prisoners). He also honors a dead friend, "Que en paz descanse el Buddha" (rest in peace, Buddha), and repeats his advice never to shake the hand of someone who bit you twice. The slang is very Puerto Rican: chavos is money, bichotes are big-shot drug bosses, caseríos are public housing projects, and roncar means to brag, not to snore. Expect a lot of swearing and threats. The ending, with Santa riding his sleigh to collect a trophy for burying his rival, is his idea of a Christmas present.

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