El Séquito - SFDK

Normalmente los raperos

Hablamos de otros raperos en nuestras canciones

Pero hay especies peores hermano

El séquito, el séquito

Los coleguitas van detrás de él

A ellos no les importa si sabes juntar dos silabas

Tu nivel de fama es lo que hace que se te arrimen mas

No te hablo de fans, yo hablo de ceros en el crédito

Yo no te hablo de un rapero, te hablo de su séquito

Viven en tu cueva y son cuarenta más Ali Baba

Abren la boca y babean gritando «saliva va»

A ellos no les importa si es real o si es falacia

Por muy malo que sea el chiste siempre te reirán la gracia

Suelen ser pesados y grasientos como un falafel

Uno te invita a los porros y otro te deja papel

Son distintos al resto porque no hablan por los codos

Ellos hablan por los dedos y te defienden en los foros

Las frases que citan te dirá de la clase que son

En los camerinos rondan siempre alrededor del ron

Partiéndose el coco pa hablarte de un tema inédito

Yo no te hablo de un rapero te hablo de su séquito

A ellos no les importa que no les regale un Viceroy

A él le reconforta lo de «amigo de un rapero soy»

No les importara darte un beso a lo corintio

Si el rapero de turno quiere llevar el culo limpio

A ellos no les importa follarse lo que otros dejan

De las frases de sus canciones sacan moralejas

A él no le importa con sus colegas ser un mártir

Si abre la Hip Hop Nation y aparece en foto party

Pero el tiempo corre para todos, no perdonará

A unos les puede la fama y a otros les puede la edad

Cuando tu rapero deje ya de ser quien es pues

Los coleguitas se alejan de él

Un nuevo rapero está formando un nuevo séquito

Le gusta el revuelo y le gusta formar estrépito

No está mal visto que algunos vivan por la fe

Lo malo es cuando el rapero de turno se lo cree

rappers usually

We talk about other rappers in our songs

But there are worse species brother

The entourage, the entourage

The buddies go after him

They don't care if you know how to put two syllables together

Your level of fame is what makes you get closer

I'm not talking about fans, I'm talking about zeros in the credit

I'm not talking about a rapper, I'm talking about his entourage

They live in your cave and there are forty more Ali Baba

They open their mouths and drool screaming "saliva va"

They don't care if it's real or it's fake

No matter how bad the joke is, they will always laugh at you

They are usually heavy and greasy like a falafel

One invites you to joints and another leaves you paper

They are different from the rest because they don't talk the hell out of it

They speak through the fingers and defend you in the forums

The phrases they quote will tell you what kind they are

In the dressing rooms they always hover around the rum

Splitting the coconut to talk to you about an unpublished song

I'm not talking about a rapper, I'm talking about his entourage

They don't care that I don't give them a Viceroy

He is comforted by the "friend of a rapper I am"

They won't mind giving you a Corinthian kiss

If the rapper on duty wants to keep his ass clean

They don't mind fucking what others leave

From the phrases of their songs they draw morals

He does not care with his colleagues being a martyr

If he opens the Hip Hop Nation and appears in a photo party

But time is ticking for everyone, it won't forgive

Fame can do some and age can do for others

When your rapper stops being who he is, well

The buddies walk away from him

A new rapper is forming a new entourage

He likes a stir and he likes to make a din

It is not frowned upon for some to live by faith

The bad thing is when the rapper on duty believes it