Lucifera - Santoz

Yeah

Slang that, yo', ho

Voyager en el beat, my nigg'

Eh, yeah

What?, oh

Entro en el sound con flow que absorberá, va con que nada el hombre por deporte

porque ponderaba, corte donde no pensaba

Y hasta la vacilación te daba porte con que eres del Norte, como un sol por

donde el pobre condenaba

Y ahora voy por todo, tengo nada, me acomodo en la pelea

Con moneda a vos te pagan para que hagas lo que quieran

Es tan fácil de explicarte y difícil que vos lo apliques, para pasar del pañal

a la pélela

Y si querés que te critique, anda a la fila del que se quiere sentir mirado y

vuelve complicado lo más simple

Cada tanto evito ser humilde, por eso es abuso de confianza, que te lanzan lo

que algo quieran pedirte

¿Y no te alcanza, pibe?, siga rumbo, que mi mundo lo despide

Lanzan humo, nauseabundo, causa el musgo que reprime

Y todo lo malo te puede llegar y todo lo bueno que te hace desear,

esa es la razón por la cual cada tema que tengo nunca me deprime

Y ahora te canto el tanto, si te levanto, las posibilidades de divinidades que

quieren dejarme son tanto

¿Cuánto dicen que aguanto si me regalan la bala?, mi junta pregunta de mala

consulta, corrijo y dirijo la bala que apunta a tu cara de manco

Y ahora se van-van-van, y ahora se van-van-van

Todo lo que busque en la luz que resulte un bunker mental

Y ahora se van-van-van, y ahora se van-van-van

Todo lo que educa no funca ni ocupa en tu carnaval

Y ahora se van-van-van, y ahora se van-van-van

Todo lo que busque en la luz que resulte un bunker mental

Y ahora se van-van-van, y ahora se van-van-van

Todo lo que educa no funca ni ocupa en tu carnaval, yeah

Y me retruca en tu capacidad que casi nunca funca, ni un carajo apunta, viajo,

rajo mi moral

Resulta bajo bajonear las multas que por culpa de un par la jodieron el trabajo

si les funca un canal

¿Qué te pasa si tu vía se entrelaza?, entre la sabiduría del mesías y su caza,

pasa igual

En tanto rope no perdoné llantos, con peones mancos, ¿cuántos toblerones

blancos vas a masticar?

Para ganarte un banco de suplente y que lo encuentres alto, y al tomar el mando

que te entre va de frente mal

Y ahora es habitual el clarificar presentes, si entrenamos la pista se vuelve

potente sentido de lo racional que te canto

Y si soy un atorrante nato, ratos antes trato de atorar mis guantes en los

platos, mato pa' tomar impacto

Entre los gatos delirante que redacto

Pueden venir antes, me percato y a grabar el acto, man

Date una vuelta por el rrioba, que por firmas te interroga los toga de boinas

de goma, no jodan, que hoy más que nunca los pibes innovan con music nueva

Para que te pussy mueva, puta como Lucifera

Y suena «wot-wot», y yo me cago en tu sirena

Y suena «wot-wot», y yo me cago en tu sirena

Y suena «wot-wot», y yo me cago en tu sirena

Soy un preso de la vida, el tiempo cumple mi condena

Y suena «wot-wot», y yo me cago en tu sirena

Y suena «wot-wot», y yo me cago en tu sirena

Y suena «wot-wot», y yo me cago en tu sirena

Soy un preso de la vida, el tiempo cumple mi condena

Si, ¿entendiste, nena?

Que no por tanto perfil bajo van a considerarte como alguna vez quisiste que sea

¿O te olvidaste que el que dice que no hace alarde terminó haciendo alarde de

lo que no dice?

Para tenerlo en cuenta, ¿no?

Interestelar es el mambo, yeah

El maldito Voyager en el ritmo más podrido de Argentina, si

yeah

Slang that, yo', ho

Voyager on the beat, my nigg'

hey yeah

what, oh

I enter the sound with flow that will absorb, it goes with the fact that the man swims for sport

because he pondered, cut where he did not think

And even the hesitation gave you bearing that you are from the North, like a sun for

where the poor condemned

And now I go for everything, I have nothing, I settle in the fight

With currency they pay you to do what they want

It is so easy to explain to you and difficult for you to apply it, to get over the diaper

to the fight

And if you want me to criticize you, go to the line of the one who wants to feel looked at and

makes the simplest complicated

Every once in a while I avoid being humble, that's why it's an abuse of trust, they throw

that they want to ask you for something

And isn't that enough for you, kid? Keep going, my world says goodbye

They release smoke, nauseating, causes the moss that represses

And everything bad can come to you and everything good that makes you want,

that's the reason why every song i have never gets me down

And now I sing to you so much, if I lift you up, the possibilities of divinities that

they want to leave me they are so much

How long do they say I can stand if they give me the bullet? My board asks badly

consult, correct and direct the bullet that points to your one-armed face

And now they go-go-go, and now they go-go-go

Anything you look for in the light that turns out to be a mental bunker

And now they go-go-go, and now they go-go-go

Everything that educates does not function or occupy in your carnival

And now they go-go-go, and now they go-go-go

Anything you look for in the light that turns out to be a mental bunker

And now they go-go-go, and now they go-go-go

Everything that educates does not function or occupy in your carnival, yeah

And it retrucs me in your capacity that almost never works, not a damn point, I travel,

I cut my morals

It is low to lower the fines that because of a couple screwed up the job

if a channel works for them

What happens to you if your path is intertwined? Between the wisdom of the messiah and his hunt,

it's the same

As long as rope I did not forgive crying, with one-armed pawns, how many toblerones

whites are you going to chew?

To earn a substitute bench and find it high, and when taking command

getting in is going badly

And now it is usual to clarify present, if we train the track becomes

powerful sense of the rational that I sing to you

And if I am a born bum, a while before I try to get my gloves stuck in the

dishes, I kill to make an impact

Among the delirious cats that I write

They can come before, I realize and record the act, man

Take a walk around the rioba, which asks you for signatures the toga of berets

of rubber, don't fuck around, that today more than ever kids innovate with new music

For you to move pussy, bitch like Lucifera

And it sounds "wot-wot", and I shit on your siren

And it sounds "wot-wot", and I shit on your siren

And it sounds "wot-wot", and I shit on your siren

I am a prisoner of life, time serves my sentence

And it sounds "wot-wot", and I shit on your siren

And it sounds "wot-wot", and I shit on your siren

And it sounds "wot-wot", and I shit on your siren

I am a prisoner of life, time serves my sentence

Yes, do you understand, baby?

That not so low profile they will consider you as you once wanted it to be

Or did you forget that the one who says he doesn't flaunt ended up flaunting

what he doesn't say?

To take it into account, right?

Interstellar is the mambo, yeah

The damn Voyager in the most rotten rhythm of Argentina, yes