You Don't Know - T&k

Goodfellas motherfuckers

Goodfellas ok

Muchos no saben lo que digo

Por razones lógicas no entienden de sonido

Rimo como escribo, ya no pienso rimas buenas

Lo saco para afuera como si molestan flemas

No escuchan mis temas

¿Me conocen?

No es problema

El problema nace de la confusión que eso genera

Estoy afuera

De la crema quinceañera

De topos con new era

Que no aprecian la esencia de las pistas noventeras

¿Y que mas da?

Esta el que vive de mama

Te apunta con el dedo y te dice no sos real

Salgan a la calle, abran los ojos y pateen

Al rap que está escondido y tu monitor no ve

Yo tengo poesía para todo policía

Mis textos van rellenos como charro de maría

Los cortes de mi broda DJ Pharuk es cortesía

Fillin' in the sound true, mi crew te lo explica nigga

Se muy bien que significa

Que nadie te conozca si las cosas se complican

Que no te reconozcan lo que luego te critican

Y que escondan la mano cuando el piedrazo nos pica

(What?) La ciudad se queda chica

Y como no nos tragan al final se la mastican

Yo tengo mi mambo, rapero al mango

No me vendo por dos mangos y odio tu rap marica

Hago el rap que quiero hacer

Y elegiría este flash si es que así vuelvo a nacer

Lo mío es estar como LeBron con un esférico

Ser George Schunk cruzando fronteras de México

Pueden considerarme escéptico

Alérgico a raperos de TV y CD’s patéticos

Lo mío no es gang ni new

Solo lo traje del Sur

No hago papel de thug, solo respeto a mi school

Goodfellas rankeando la rela

Produciendo buena mierda

Que se esconde en Varela

Hay talento, reconocimiento en pavimento

También hay muchos giles que te escupen contra el viento

Lo mio no son cuatro elementos (cuatro elementos)

Son ramas y raíces que aplique en tempos bien lentos

Si quieren aprender, aprendan a no depender

De productores, de beatmakers o de MCs sin ofender

Todo es una mierda, así van a entender

Que el que no es falso no te ayuda y el otro no duda en venderse

goodfellas motherfuckers

goodfellas ok

Many do not know what I say

For logical reasons they do not understand sound

I rhyme as I write, I don't think good rhymes anymore

I take it outside as if phlegm bothers

They don't listen to my tracks

Do you know me?

It is no problem

The problem arises from the confusion that this generates

I'm outside

Of the quinceañera cream

Of moles with new era

That they do not appreciate the essence of the nineties tracks

And what else gives?

There is the one who lives off mom

He points his finger at you and tells you you're not real

Get out on the street, open your eyes and kick

To the rap that is hidden and your monitor does not see

I have poetry for all police

My texts are stuffed like charro de María

The cuts of my broda DJ Pharuk is courtesy

Fillin' in the sound true, my crew explain it to you nigga

I know very well what it means

That nobody knows you if things get complicated

That they do not recognize what later they criticize you

And that they hide their hand when the stone stings us

(What?) The city stays small

And since they don't swallow us in the end they chew it

I have my mambo, rapper to the mango

I'm not selling myself for two bucks and I hate your fagot rap

I do the rap that I want to do

And I would choose this flash if that's how I'm born again

My thing is to be like LeBron with a ball

Being George Schunk crossing the borders of Mexico

You may consider me skeptical

Allergic to TV rappers and pathetic CD's

Mine is not gang or new

I just brought it from the South

I don't play thug, I just respect my school

Goodfellas ranking the relationship

producing good shit

What is hidden in Varela

There is talent, recognition on the pavement

There are also many giles who spit on you against the wind

My thing is not four elements (four elements)

They are branches and roots that I apply at very slow tempos

If you want to learn, learn not to depend

From producers, beatmakers or MCs no offense

Everything is bullshit, so they will understand

That the one who is not false does not help you and the other does not hesitate to sell himself