Kinto Sol el mero mero

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Chorus [X2]
I am still the mere mere
Here is my chair here I stay
So I am still the mere mere
Here is my throne I am first
I hug the microphone with the vocal and nocturnal style I look at you and I mock you
I wish you the slow death of my short revenge, I never forget who I am
Open my first album, you already know who I am and still representing four eleven
br/>Family that begins with the ka of kilo I spit rhymes in Spanish without control
Of course I never stop with the armored glass cloth tongue very short like a sword
My level will never reach but try my caliber they will never reach but try
My vowels share they will not win with veils or try
Styles to degrees to what explodes on contact
I grab you nocturnalfor a price but I remain
Chorus [X2]
I am still the mere mere
Here is my chair here I stay
So I am still the mere mere
Here is my throne I am first
Any bastard who comes here leaves always remember me
I am the one who writes and in any situation this guy survives
When they go I already come that's how I stay
Experience of this world leads me to conclude that for me to live others They have to suffer
Don't fuck with me, you can die, mark my words well, you'll regret it
I'm fine with having you as a slave, I know you heard it with the marijuana users
I'm the same bastard who brings another song I'm so sorry buddy there's no comparison
Don't come back I push forward like Don Francisco on Saturday giant br/>I am still the mere mere
Here is my chair here I stay
So I am still the mere mere
Here is my throne I am first
You thought you were the mere mere You always wanted to be first
You had a lot of money, I'm very sorry, mate
Here I am the mere one and I always say what I want
I am the goat and I'm not leaving here beehh!!< br/>You don't count on my cunning, you know that your ruca is dirty
Chivo chivo ra ra ra is the baton that she gives me
And after we finish with you she leaves ha ha
That's the one my friend the goat
Listen to the message even if it is with anger
The years go by, the experience sticks
Everyone's sentence comes one day
You suffer a lot, comrade, you tell me look
Look at the mirror, my reflection blinds you
Chorus [X2]
I am still the mere one
Here is my chair, here I stay
So I am still the mere one mere
Here is my throne I am first

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