Vibra - Kamada

Levanto la persiana de casa y dejo entrar el sol

Otra resaca que me ataca, es una estaca al corazón, ¡Cuanta luz!

Tengo que escaparme de la multitud que abunda

Antes de que ellos me confundan con Jesús

Y ese track tiene flashes de crack, te parte el cráneo

Vas a vender a tu familia por un rap mío, ¡No lo niegues!

Si tanto hablas del talento que tengo es que tu grupo no lo tiene

Cambio

Es para serenar o para hacer el amor

Mi música ideal para los días de calor

Es la energía de mi verso, cierro el puño y pienso:

«Yo tengo el universo a mi favor»

Vine con Kelónidas, el rey de Esparta

A éste lo miras y no olvidas cuanto te falta, esa enormidad

Igual me queda algo para mí así que no midas

No sos ni el 10% de lo que te di

Es para serenar o el ser elevar

Mi música no es para menear, es para ver el mar

Le temen a la solead en vez de venerarla

No saben que el buen uso de ella aliviana las almas

Escuchalo al orador y adoralo

Al dolido calmó, dio calor y/o valor y lo malo cargó

Pero quieren pelearle al campeón

Y el campeón quiere una casa en la nada y con balcón

Saben que la leyenda vive

Que sus cuerdas vocales hacen abdominales mientras escribe

Que tiene la fuerza de mil soles y la insolencia de esconderla

Que nunca sabe a donde va

S-A-J-E son las siglas del enigma

Sin descifrar del que pedís más

Y el que te habla sólo es una voz

Una dosis de lo que puede ser el cambio en vos

Y ahora mismo…

No hay tregua me siento un jeque árabe (árabe)

Vine a cortarte la cara con la garra de (garra de)

Un animal perverso, la cara B del Sol

Yo en cada verso te dejo un cadáver

Se bienvenido al ritual, acá peligra (peligra)

La excusa de tu musa virga

Que tiene miedo de que su papá la rete

Bueno, yo seré el juguete de ese que se mete y (vaaaaaaa)

No hay tregua me siento un jeque árabe (árabe)

Vine a cortarte la cara con la garra de (garra de)

Un animal perverso, la cara B del Sol

Yo en cada verso te dejo un cadáver

Se bienvenido al ritual, acá peligra (peligra)

La excusa de tu musa virga

Que tiene miedo de que su papá la rete

Bueno, yo seré el juguete de ese que se mete y

VIBRA

I raise the blind at home and let the sun in

Another hangover that attacks me is a stake to the heart, how much light!

I have to escape from the crowd that abounds

Before they mistake me for Jesus

And that track has flashes of crack, it cracks your skull

You're going to sell your family for a rap of mine, don't deny it!

If you talk so much about the talent I have, it is because your group does not have it

Change

It is to calm down or to make love

My ideal music for hot days

It is the energy of my verse, I close my fist and think:

"I have the universe in my favor"

I came with Kelonidas, the king of Sparta

You look at this one and you don't forget how much you lack, that enormity

I still have some left for me so don't measure

You are not even 10% of what I gave you

It is to calm or the being to elevate

My music is not to rock, it's to see the sea

They fear sunshine instead of revering it

They do not know that the good use of it lightens the souls

Listen to the speaker and adore him

He calmed the hurt, gave warmth and / or courage and loaded the bad

But they want to fight the champion

And the champion wants a house in nowhere and with a balcony

They know the legend lives

That his vocal cords do sit-ups while he writes

That he has the strength of a thousand suns and the insolence to hide it

That he never knows where he's going

S-A-J-E are the initials of the enigma

Without deciphering what you ask for more

And the one who speaks to you is only a voice

A dose of what can be the change in you

And right now…

There is no truce I feel like an Arab sheik (Arab)

I came to slash your face with the claw of (claw of)

A perverse animal, the B side of the Sun

I leave you a corpse in each verse

Welcome to the ritual, here is danger (danger)

The excuse of your muse virga

That she is afraid that her father will scold her

Well, I will be the toy of that one who gets in and (vaaaaaaa)

There is no truce I feel like an Arab sheik (Arab)

I came to slash your face with the claw of (claw of)

A perverse animal, the B side of the Sun

I leave you a corpse in each verse

Welcome to the ritual, here is danger (danger)

The excuse of your muse virga

That she is afraid that her father will scold her

Well, I will be the toy of that one who gets in and

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