Asalto - Tribade, Arianna Puello

Oh gracias Tío Sam, gracias DJ Makei

Por enseñar a odiar, el orden y la ley

Ahora quien rompe tu cuello ya no es la novia de

Partimos el beat de boom bap igual y lo sabéis

Real reconoce a real, sintes y loops

Hip Hop trajo la paz, estilo Afrika Bambaa

Bp in Brooklyn, comunidad de hood por fin

Killing it, sueltalo so fresh, so clean, manín

Nunca nos sobró el flush, ni nos faltó el skill

El rap era cultura, no una cuestión mercantil

¡Ey!

Todos esos rapers, venid a mí

Se reían de mis panas y ahora van de Latin Kings

Ahora los niños de papá quieren hacer rap

No nos duran ni en el primer round

¿Ke lo wá?

¿Warap warap?

Lo hicimos sonando Tribai

Pusimo' a la academia a estudiar rap ¡Va!

Paz para el que vive, tarde pero llegué

Adrenalina fuerte pal que siente

Mi novio me decía que no me saldría

Que eso se nacía, que yo no podría empe…(jajaja)

Siempre amanecía con la melodía de Supernafamacho

Ya no te acuerda de ná, de ná, oh

Dicen que eres libre, que tú tienes libertad

Pero la mentira es tan gorda como que no habrá más muertas

En manos de impunes, fachas de palabras sucias, de machiruladas

En fin, si siempre la cagas…

¡Coge el micro bien!

¿Tú a quién le hablas?

¿Tú a quién le hablas, eh?

Es la cocinera de sus mejores platos

Era SDJ y los Hijos Bastardos

Arriba los buscavidas, fuera mentiras

Buscábamos palpar la vida

En los 90 nací, viví en los 2000, ritmo and poetry

Respect me, yo soy MC

Soy tan fría como el hielo, versos gordos MOP

Píyalo free, en la calle preguntan por mí

¿De dónde ha salío esa bitch?

(eskiusmii…)

Todavía les sorprende la que hemos líao

Vinieron por el morbo, se quedaron por el gordo sound

Yo, solo le llamo papi a Kane

Nos odias o nos amas, como 50 con The Game (hey)

Me creen más lista, desde que soy artista

Y me ven soltarlo crudo a toda ostia como Twista

Tribade, primo.

Ain’t nothing to fuck with!

Son 139 razones pa' reencarnarlo así

De Lennox al cielo, a ver que pana lo pilla

Mira si soy friki, llamé a mi gato Jay Dilla

Dikirití, dikiritá, dikiridikiridikirití

Rappers delight la escribió Caz, no Sugar Hill

Sigo el legado con respeto a los maestros

Esto es rap en mi cuaderno, nos vemo' en el infierno

Sé que tú hablas mi idioma y que me entiendes

Porque te formaste con las letras de Public Enemy

Tienes un virus dentro de tu sangre

Se llama RITMO ¿No sabes qué pasó?

Pues te lo cuento yo

Años 90, el hip hop como una droga

Se inyecta por mis venas

Inspiración de la buena

Con esos ojitos que todo lo ven, nena

Me subo a este tren, porque a este tren nada lo frena

Sánchez in tha house, Ascao

Suenan los CPV represent, represent por tos laos

Pero el verdadero caos llega con Frank T y con su desfase

Desfase… desfase… desfase, desfase, desfase

Cada grupo, cada tema marcan una gran fase

Ready or not?

Here I come, you can’t hide…

Nos fumamos un buen mai escuchando al Doggy style

Snoop Doggy Dog…

Miro al cielo y veo a Guru exclamando: Oh my god!

MC’s act like they don’t know

Oh thank you Uncle Sam, thank you DJ Makei

For teaching hate, order and law

Now the one who breaks your neck is no longer the girlfriend of

We split the beat of boom bap the same and you know it

Real recognizes real, synths and loops

Hip Hop brought peace, Afrika Bambaa style

Bp in Brooklyn, hood community at last

Killing it, let it go so fresh, so clean, manín

We never had too much flush, nor did we lack the skill

Rap was culture, not a commercial issue

Hey!

All them rappers, come at me

They laughed at my panas and now they go to Latin Kings

Now daddy's boys want to rap

They don't last us even in the first round

What wa?

warap warap?

We made it sounding Tribai

We put 'the academy to study rap It goes!

Peace for the one who lives, late but I arrived

strong adrenaline pal you feel

My boyfriend told me that he would not leave me

That this was born, that I could not start ... (hahaha)

He always woke up with the melody of Supernafamacho

You no longer remember ná, ná, oh

They say that you are free, that you have freedom

But the lie is as fat as there will be no more deaths

In the hands of unpunished people, faces of dirty words, of machiruladas

Anyway, if you always screw it up…

Take the mic well!

Who are you talking to?

Who are you talking to, huh?

She is the cook of her best dishes

She was SDJ and the Bastard Sons

Up with the hustlers, out with lies

We were looking to touch life

I was born in the 90s, I lived in the 2000s, rhythm and poetry

Respect me, I am MC

I'm as cold as ice, MOP fat verses

Ask for it free, on the street they ask for me

Where did that bitch come from?

(eskiusmii…)

They are still surprised by what we have bundled

They came for the morbidity, they stayed for the fat sound

Yo, I just call Kane daddy

Hate us or love us, like 50 with The Game (hey)

They think I'm smarter, since I'm an artist

And they see me drop it raw like Twista

Tribade, cousin.

Ain't nothing to fuck with!

There are 139 reasons to reincarnate like this

From Lennox to heaven, let's see what corduroy catches him

See if I'm a freak, I named my cat Jay Dilla

Dikirití, dikirita, dikiridikiridikirití

Rappers delight was written by Caz, not Sugar Hill

I follow the legacy with respect to the masters

This is rap in my notebook, see you in hell

I know that you speak my language and that you understand me

Because you were formed with the lyrics of Public Enemy

You have a virus inside your blood

It's called RHYTHM Don't you know what happened?

Well I'll tell you

90s, hip hop like a drug

It is injected through my veins

Inspiration of the good

With those little eyes that see everything, baby

I get on this train, because nothing stops this train

Sánchez in tha house, Ascao

The CPVs sound represented, represented by all Laos

But the real chaos comes with Frank T and his gap

Offset… Offset… Offset, Offset, Offset

Each group, each theme marks a great phase

Ready or not?

Here I come, you can't hide…

We smoke a good mai listening to Doggy style

Snoop Doggy Dog…

I look at the sky and I see Guru exclaiming: Oh my god!

MC's act like they don't know