Orishas Llego - Orishas

Ahora te diré, para comenzar

Que no tengo miedo vengo como iré

Tu vas a entender nene

Que mi son que te va a conmover

CORO:

To mi familia

To’s con el hip hop

To Paris a La Habana

Orishas llegó

A mi mamita le gusta bailar el son2veces

Para su guayo, como me en La Habana que es mi labor, cabo

Y derrotara, mi ritmo para nada, cosa rara, larilará

Locos sin frenos, toda mi gente dice aquí estoy yo

Y lo que traigo es candela, cinco maestros con sus voces

Que sonando como doces Orishas en escuela

Anda ponle bombo y conga, al que no le guste que responda

Mundo pa la conga

Como una mancha de petróleo, sobre un óleo, bien abstracto

Calidad asegurada prohibida al tacto contactos

Africanos que mezclaron la existencia, con paciencia, inteligencia

De poder quedar entre nosotros jóvenes un poco locos

Listos a prueba de tronos, no conformes a probarte un poco

Poco faltaría mira si no bailas este son sabroso

CORO

No te desesperes peres

No te precipites pites

Vengo suavecito, despacito, relajao

Viste papi que mi ritmo viene matemático

Flaco pro profesional bien sistemático

En el tiempo, con mi flow paso me voy abriendo

Orishas defendiendo este son que viene ardiendo

CORO

Es el momento de darle sabor al que escucha mi son cubano

Que vengo repartiendo a toda prisa

Mil besos, mi canción, y una sonrisa

Yyyyy dicen que Orishas ya no es un Dios

Dicen que Orishas se te pegó

Dicen que Orishas no está jugando

Para todos los infectosos llevo mucho mandando

Dicen que voy de atrevido señor

Te enredo el cuello con mi fusión hip hop

Que llegue yo pa silenciar al cabrón

No hago canciones pa' los melones y mucho menos pal copion!

Now I'll tell you, to start

That I am not afraid, I come as I will go

you will understand baby

That my son is going to move you

CHORUS:

To my family

To's with hip hop

To Paris to Havana

orishas arrived

My mommy likes to dance son2veces

For her guayo, like me in Havana, which is my job, corporal

And I will defeat, my rhythm for nothing, strange thing, will laugh

Crazy with no brakes, all my people say here I am

And what I bring is candle, five teachers with their voices

That sounding like twelve Orishas in school

Go on, put hype and conga, whoever doesn't like it should respond

World for the conga

Like an oil stain, on an oil painting, very abstract

Quality assured forbidden to touch contacts

Africans who mixed existence, with patience, intelligence

Of being able to stay among us young people a little crazy

Ready to prove thrones, not content to try a little

Little would be missing look if you don't dance this one is tasty

CHORUS

Don't despair peres

Don't rush beeps

I come gently, slowly, relax

Did you see daddy that my rhythm is mathematical

skinny pro professional well systematic

In time, with my flow step I open up

Orishas defending this son that is burning

CHORUS

It is time to give flavor to those who listen to my Cuban son

that I have been distributing in a hurry

A thousand kisses, my song, and a smile

Yyyyy they say that Orishas is no longer a God

They say that Orishas stuck to you

They say that Orishas are not playing

For all the infected I have been sending for a long time

They say I go from daring sir

I wrap your neck around my hip hop fusion

That I arrive to silence the bastard

I don't make songs for the melons and much less for the copycat!