Vivencias - DOBLEMC, BRK

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

It be goin' down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down

Un bohemio que no quiere encarrilar

Una señora allá pidiendo pa' papear

Otros hablando de plata y de trapear

Por eso es que esa mierda nunca va a representar

Me faltan cosas para cosas para concretar mis datos

Estoy almacenando todo en un aparato

Solo voy esperando el momento nato

Por la falta de vergüenza que el alcohol brinda de a ratos

Como la historia de ese pibe rocho

Que por una wacha dejo la droga y el corcho

Pero por plata ella rescato uno mas mocho

Y él cambio las rosas rojas por un 38

Entienda negro como aca se mueve el plan

Nosotros somo la boca abierta de los que callaron

Andamos con la oreja bien abierta a Wu-Tang Clan

No nos cabe la pelicula que ustedes se flasharon

Dicen que derrapamos, que también nos escapamos

Que está marchito el ramo, por eso no hay piedad

Hablando de pavadas que no transmiten nada

Antes me criticabas, ahora me admiras

Dicen que derrapamos, que también nos escapamos

Que está marchito el ramo, por eso no hay piedad

Sean inteligente, piensen más coherente

Hablan de buena gente entre tanta maldad

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

It be goin' down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down

Me preocupo por mí, cero competencia

Manteniéndome siempre con toda la esencia

Se detestan pero juntos por conveniencia

Piola la facha, la foto, ey!, cero vivencias

La curtíamos, los pibes la re pateaban

Cuándo éramos pocos ¿Dónde mierda vos estabas?

Hacemos conecta el BRK, el Doble y el Taba

Si no soy yo, quién puta te la contaba

Ritmos classic pa los que ustedes buscan

Mambeamos escuchando entre pala ancha y Busta

De esos buenos tracks que a todos les gustan

Nada de ficción, acá te cantan la justa

La cosa en el inte no es como te la dijeron

Mejor callate y escucha a los que la vivieron

Soñamos en grande, pocos lo consiguieron

Seguimos en esa por los que la perdieron

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

It be goin' down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

It be goin' down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down

A bohemian who does not want to get on track

A lady there asking to eat

Others talking about money and mopping

That's why that shit will never represent

I lack things for things to specify my data

I'm storing everything in one device

I'm just waiting for the born moment

For the lack of shame that alcohol provides from time to time

Like the story of that kid Rocho

That for a wacha I leave the drug and the cork

But for money she rescued one more poll

And he exchanged the red roses for a 38

Understand black how the plan moves here

We are the open mouth of those who were silent

We walk with our ears wide open to the Wu-Tang Clan

We do not fit the movie that you flashed

They say that we skidded, that we also escaped

That the bouquet is withered, that's why there is no mercy

Speaking of nonsense that does not convey anything

Before you criticized me, now you admire me

They say that we skidded, that we also escaped

That the bouquet is withered, that's why there is no mercy

Be smart, think more coherent

They talk about good people among so much evil

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

It be goin' down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down

I care about myself, zero competition

Always keeping me with all the essence

They hate each other but together for convenience

Piola the facha, the photo, hey!, zero experiences

We tanned it, the kids kicked it back

When we were few, where the hell were you?

We connect the BRK, the Double and the Taba

If it's not me, who the fuck told you

Classic rhythms for those you are looking for

We mambeam listening between pala ancha and Busta

One of those good tracks that everyone likes

No fiction, here they sing the fair

The thing inside is not as they told you

Better shut up and listen to those who lived it

We dreamed big, few achieved it

We continue in that for those who lost it

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow

It be goin' down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down