Phanton - SFDK

No tiene miedo a morir, a morir

No tiene miedo a morir, a morir

Phantom, oye como canto

Mantén a tu peñita sentadita en los bancos

Trae mas grifa que no da pa tanto, tu eres tonto

Se están repartiendo los tantos

Me da risa, piden pasta de adelanto

Cosas de mayores en autores tu eres manco

Canco, te faltan huevos como a Franco

Tira de aquí, o a la de tres me levanto

Una, te bajo de la luna

Dos, te dejo haciendo beat box

Digo tres, colega te la pique un pez

Estilo de mierda no llega a fin de mes

No se que fuma, el hijo puta no da una

Quiere convencernos de su vida bajuna

Big Dogg le hace la presa el antipop

Ponme una cerveza con espuma

Tiene unas Puma feas, un chaquetón de pluma

Tiene la cara de cabrón y algunas lagunas

Y siempre suma, aunque sea con los deos

Te lanza una torta en la puerta el aseo

(¡huuu!)bibidi babidi bu

Funk, regee, jazz con un toque de blues

Es el sur, así que sube al autobús

Tu, tu antifaz y tu crew (¡yaw!)

No tiene miedo a morir

Si eres un manta, mira que llantas

Concuzco este bemeta en camiseta de tiranta

No tiene miedo a morir

Tiene una catana y tu la quieres catar

Te va a deja en un tacataca en la primera estacá

No tiene miedo a morir

Hasta que veas mas, si no te calmas

Te esta mirando phanton con la cara de fantasma

No tiene miedo a morir

Sube la ventana que te va a acatarrá

Porque si bajo mi ventana suena ratatatá tá

Ando por la calle con la cara tapá

Con la capucha del chandal, con la cabeza agachá

Y si lleva un hacha, es que viene a despachá

Despacha a la gente que está en la puerta Pacha

Es que está mu cacha el tío, notas que se agacha

Es porque echa de menos tener cacho entre las cachas

No el mio, espectáculo en las canchas

Mi curriculum no tiene manchas

Hice mi maqueta sampleando a Saap

Llevo toa la vida con el boom y el clap

Dios mío, esta moto va a estallá

Se llama Phantom, sufre de la próstata

Zumbio, que te acabo de enviá

Colega el libro sigue siendo mío tu echate p’allá ya

No vea si me raya y si se mete raya el tío

Normá que no se haya quedao dormio

Ese estilo vuestro me canta

Canto con heridas de arma blanca

SFDK desbanca a la banca

Tu disco si es malo no está ni en la manta

Este estilo nuestro te encanta

Canto y las manos levantas

SFDK desbanca a la banca

Mi disco es la polla su hermano eso es canca

No tiene miedo a morir

Si eres un manta, mira que llantas

Concuzco este bemeta en camiseta de tiranta

No tiene miedo a morir

Tiene una catana y tu la quieres catar

Te va a deja en un tacataca en la primera estacá

No tiene miedo a morir

Hasta que veas mas, si no te calmas

Te esta mirando phanton con la cara de fantasma

No tiene miedo a morir

Sube la ventana que te va a acatarrá

Porque si bajo mi ventana suena ratatatá tá

Phanton, la vida me espanta

De pronto te haces viejo y estaSs jugando a la petanca

Tus cagá son unas cuantas

Deja de rapeá porque ya nadie te aguanta

Te caes de la cama y no te levantas

Piensas que es una mas de muchas tantas

Te pones a escribí y te dan las tantas

Se corre la tinta y se monta una estampa

Te da por hacerte un gran pa

Hecha la lefa en una galleta y te la zampas

El de la tienda te tiende una trampa

Después viene hacienda y te manda a la Pampa

Después de la tormenta siempre escampa

Escribes con el barro de las bambas

Si bajas aquí te picará la mamba

Sube al autobús y canta el?

chilli, chilli, bam, bam?

Regresan los colores de la banda

Phantom, dicen que usa la polla de bufanda

Que tu crew se la trae bien blanda

Aunque ande fumando esa puta ganja de Holanda

Mando mi demanda, tu que vas andá

Yo te amarro a la baranda

Como un burro en la puerta’l baile voy ciego

Phanton desaparece y hasta luego

No tiene miedo a morir

Si eres un manta, mira que llantas

Concuzco este bemeta en camiseta de tiranta

No tiene miedo a morir

Tiene una catana y tu la quieres catar

Te va a deja en un tacataca en la primera estacá

No tiene miedo a morir

Hasta que veas mas, si no te calmas

Te esta mirando phanton con la cara de fantasma

No tiene miedo a morir

Sube la ventana que te va a acatarrá

Porque si bajo mi ventana suena ratatatá tá

Not afraid to die, to die

Not afraid to die, to die

Phantom, hear how I sing

Keep your peñita sitting on the benches

Bring more grifa that doesn't give so much, you're stupid

They are distributing the many

It makes me laugh, they ask for pasta in advance

Things of grown-ups in authors, you are one-armed

Canco, you lack eggs like Franco

Get out of here, or at three I'll get up

Una, you under the moon

Two, I leave you doing beat box

I say three, colleague you got stung by a fish

Shit style don't make ends meet

I don't know what he smokes, the son of a bitch doesn't give a

He wants to convince us of his life from him bajuna

Big Dogg makes him the prey the anti-pop

Give me a beer with foam

He has some ugly Pumas, a down jacket

He has the face of a bastard and some gaps

And always add up, even if it's with your fingers

The toilet throws you a cake at the door

(huuu!) bibidi babidi bu

Funk, regee, jazz with a touch of blues

It's the south so get on the bus

You, your mask and your crew (yaw!)

not afraid to die

If you're a blanket, look at what tires

I know this bemeta in tank top

not afraid to die

She has a katana and you want to taste it

She is going to leave you in a tacataca in the first stake

not afraid to die

Until you see more, if you don't calm down

Phantom is looking at you with the face of a ghost

not afraid to die

Roll up the window that will catch you

Because if under my window sounds ratatatá tá

I walk down the street with my face covered

With the hood of the tracksuit, with the head down

And if she carries an ax, it's because she comes to dispatch

Dispatch the people at the Pacha door

It's just that the guy is very cacha, you notice that he bends over

It's because he misses having a horn between his hunks

Not mine, show on the courts

My resume has no stains

I made my demo sampling Saap

I've been with the boom and the clap all my life

My God, this bike is going to explode

His name is Phantom, he suffers from prostate

Zumbio, which I just sent you

Colleague, the book is still mine, you throw yourself over there now

Don't see if it scratches me and if the guy scratches

Norm that he has not fallen asleep

That style of yours sings to me

I sing with stab wounds

SFDK unseats the bench

If your record is bad, it's not even on the blanket

You love this style of ours

I sing and hands are raised

SFDK unseats the bench

My record is the dick your brother that is canca

not afraid to die

If you're a blanket, look at what tires

I know this bemeta in tank top

not afraid to die

She has a katana and you want to taste it

It's going to leave you in a tacataca in the first stake

not afraid to die

Until you see more, if you don't calm down

Phantom is looking at you with the face of a ghost

not afraid to die

Roll up the window that will catch you

Because if under my window sounds ratatatá tá

Phanton, life scares me

Suddenly you get old and you're playing petanque

your cagá are a few

Stop raping because no one can stand you anymore

You fall out of bed and don't get up

You think it's one more of many

You start to write and they give you the many

The ink runs and a stamp is mounted

It gives you to make yourself a great pa

Make the cum in a cookie and you gobble it up

The guy from the store sets a trap for you

Then the hacienda comes and sends you to the Pampa

After the storm it always clears

You write with the mud of the sneakers

If you come down here the mamba will bite you

Get on the bus and sing the?

chilli, chilli, bam, bam?

Band colors return

Phantom, they say he uses his cock as a scarf

That your crew brings it very soft

Even though I'm smoking that fucking ganja from Holland

I send my request, you who are going, go

I tie you to the railing

Like a donkey at the door of the dance I'm going blind

Phantom disappears and see you later

not afraid to die

If you're a blanket, look at what tires

I know this bemeta in tank top

not afraid to die

She has a katana and you want to taste it

It's going to leave you in a tacataca in the first stake

not afraid to die

Until you see more, if you don't calm down

Phantom is looking at you with the face of a ghost

not afraid to die

Roll up the window that will catch you

Because if under my window sounds ratatatá tá