Acto de Calma - Morad

Mira loco, esto suena muy intacto

Flipa' como si fuera un acto de calma

A veces tos insecto

Yo no soy artista, pero si me traes una artista te lo dejo recto

Mira qué casualidad, te vende' por dinero

A ti el dinero te cambia mentalidad

Y esa humildad que dice' con cadena' que te dan to' los joyero' y al final de

mes ese es má' financia

Es tener la esencia, ser claro y sobre todo tener la ocurrencia

La suerte de saber que no caigo en la decadencia

La suerte de saber que la muerte deja consciencia

Estás hablando pero solo es de ignorancia

Es que falta algo, loco, suena' muy rancio

Yo se lo repito, tío, hay que tener esencia

Y saber que yo nunca aparento de las mafia'

O decir que tú ere' de la calle, luego con los videito' de la chica

O como saber que te miran siempre por las rede', a mí no me importa si no me

publica'

O saber como incluso a ti te admiran, por dentro y por fueran to' te lo critican

¿Y cómo están?

¿Dónde están?

¿Y cómo están?

Envidia tú no la mastica'

Eso e' normal, loco

Aburrido jardinero' acaban poniendo foco'

Alguno' con atraco' hablan con hombres de Paco

Otro' loco' por coca, otro' robo' que no se pusieron ni el casco

En miseria tú te muere' por el tabaco, si yo no fumo, a la semana le cojo asco

No regalo oído', y a toda' las complazco

E' como una fragancia en un pequeño frasco

No le llamo rap, tío, esto' llamarían o dirían que e' lo mismo tener a no

No sé qué decir pero son habladuría de saber que tu gente pa' mí es una tontería

En pastelerías, pasteles vendidos en las teterías

Tomas té, te ríes eso es tontería

Te ríes, y es cuando ahí te pasan to’a la mercancía

Tú te ríes, pero porque eres de los de la maría

Madre mía, tío, es que fumo y a veces me río

Es verdad que por Beny he pasado frío

Por eso es que lo considero de los mío'

Y no soy dominicano, pero te digo de lo mío

«Nada merecido», ¿Ah, no?

¿Por qué yo me lo he buscado, y no he tenido nunca que mamarlo?

Tú quieres ser nosotro', pero pa' ser como nosotro' tú tiene' que mamarlo

Hay uno que tiene los ojo' claro', otro' cobran paro, fugas en semáforo'

Y mientras yo te lleno un aforo, se escucha un disparo, y fue porque nadie

esperó

Y nadie lo esperó, dime qué esperas, al fin y al cabo el dinero pasa toda' las

fronteras

Lamer culo' y hacer que tú te la creas, pa' seguir siendo siempre el mismo ese,

ese parguela

Trapero' de la codeína, ahora son de la calle y se la pasan meti’o to' el día

en la esquina

Y nunca he recordado a un yonqui de la cocaína, que sea de la calle y que

encima domina

Tomas medicina' para hacer tus directos, y opinas y a ver si imaginas cuando te

cojamos

Tu gente no me vale para na', y cuando los veamos de cara veremos por dónde

vamos

Al fin y al cabo dime quién ha cambiado de nosotros, tú tienes un grupo pero no

son nosotros

Tú te has engañado porque quieres ser yo, y mi grupo nunca va a ser como

vosotros

No te pienses que nunca hemo' ganado, hemo' perdido, hemos pasado

Hemos visto a persona' que nos han fallado, pero cuando los vemo' los vemo'

poco agachados

El dinero tú me lo pedías, y ahora que nunca lo tienen te ponen a hablar

incluso a tu espalda

El dinero tú lo preferías, por eso no me vendo con Beny por mujeres o una falda

La amistad, no me vale para na', hay gente que me llegan pero luego no son na'

Una pistola que te dispara a la banana, un contacto de Francia que le llaman «Banana»

Al fin y al cabo hablan pero no es na'-na'-na', yo me fumo uno y te mato

bebiéndome un Guaraná-ná

Tú eres una perra, loco, no eres para na', y te vende' por tu grupo,

por mujeres o por lana-na

Yo tengo a mi grupo que es cerrado de mentalidades que tú ni siquiera llegaría'

si ni quiera, ah-ah

Oye, ala, mira

Ahj, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'

Ahj, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'

Ahj, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'

Ahj, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'

Ahj, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'

Look crazy, this sounds very intact

Flipa' as if it were an act of calm

sometimes cough insect

I'm not an artist, but if you bring me an artist I'll leave it straight

Look what a coincidence, he sells you for money

For you, money changes your mentality

And that humility that says 'with a chain' that all the jewelers give you and at the end of

month that is more finances

It is having the essence, being clear and above all having the occurrence

The luck of knowing that I do not fall into decadence

The luck of knowing that death leaves consciousness

You're talking but it's just ignorance

It's that something is missing, crazy, it sounds' very stale

I repeat it, man, you have to have essence

And to know that I never appear to belong to the mafia'

Or say that you're from the street, then with the little videos of the girl

Or how to know that they always look at you on the nets, I don't care if they don't

publish'

Or to know how they even admire you, inside and out everyone criticizes you

And how are they?

Where are they?

And how are they?

Envy you don't chew it'

That is normal, crazy

Bored gardener 'they end up putting focus'

Some 'with robbery' speak with Paco's men

Another 'crazy' for coca, another 'robbery' that they didn't even put on a helmet

In misery you die from tobacco, if I don't smoke, after a week I'm disgusted

I don't give away ears', and I please them all

E' like a fragrance in a small bottle

I don't call it rap, man, they would call this or say that it's the same to have someone else

I don't know what to say but it's talk about knowing that your people are nonsense for me

In bakeries, cakes sold in tea houses

You drink tea, you laugh that's nonsense

You laugh, and that's when they pass you all the merchandise

You laugh, but because you are one of those of the Maria

My goodness, man, I smoke and sometimes I laugh

It is true that for Beny I have been cold

That's why I consider him one of my own'

And I'm not Dominican, but I'll tell you about mine

"Nothing deserved", huh?

Why have I asked for it, and I have never had to suck it?

You want to be us, but to be like us, you have to suck it

There is one who has 'clear' eyes, another 'charges unemployment, leaks at traffic lights'

And while I fill a capacity for you, a shot is heard, and it was because no one

I hope

And nobody expected it, tell me what you expect, after all, the money spends all the

borders

Lick ass' and make you believe it, to always continue being the same,

that parguela

Trapero' of the codeine, now they are from the street and they spend it all day

in the corner

And I have never remembered a cocaine junkie, who is from the street and who

above dominates

You take medicine' to do your live shows, and you give your opinion and see if you can imagine when you

let's fuck

Your people aren't worth anything to me, and when we see them face to face we'll see where

we go

After all, tell me who has changed from us, you have a group but you don't

are we

You have deceived yourself because you want to be me, and my group will never be like

you

Do not think that we have never won, we have lost, we have passed

We have seen people' who have failed us, but when we see them' we see them'

little crouched

You asked me for the money, and now that they never have it, they make you talk

even behind your back

You preferred money, that's why I don't sell myself to Beny for women or a skirt

Friendship is not worth anything to me, there are people who come to me but then they are nothing

A gun that shoots your banana, a contact from France who goes by the name "Banana"

After all, they talk but it's not na'-na'-na', I'll smoke one and kill you

drinking a Guarana-ná

You're a bitch, crazy, you're not for na', and he sells you' for your group,

by women or by lana-na

I have my group that is closed to mentalities that you would not even reach'

if not even, ah-ah

Hey, wing, look

Ahj, and you don't get to 'na'-na'-na'

Ahj, and you don't get to 'na'-na'-na'

Ahj, and you don't get to 'na'-na'-na'

Ahj, and you don't get to 'na'-na'-na'

Ahj, and you don't get to 'na'-na'-na'