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Now I will tell you, to begin
That I am not afraid, I come as I will go
You will understand baby
That my sound is going to move you
To me to's family with hip hop
To Paris to Havana
Orishas arrived
My mom likes to dance the son2veces
For her guayo, like me in Havana which is My work, corporal voices
Sounding like twelve Orishas in school
Go put on a bass drum and a conga, whoever doesn't like it to respond
World for the conga
Like an oil stain, on an oil painting, very abstract
Quality assured forbidden to touch contacts
Africans who mixed existence, with patience, intelligence
Of being able to remain among us young people a little crazy
Ready to prove thrones, don't be satisfied with trying yourself a little
There's nothing missing, look if you don't dance, this one is tasty
To my family's love for hip hop
To Paris to Havana
Orishas have arrived
My mom likes to dance the son2veces
Don't despair, don't rush, don't rush
I come softly, slowly, relax
Did you see, daddy, my rhythm comes mathematically
Flaco pro professional very systematic
In time, with my flow step I open up
Orishas defending this son that is burning
My family is all about hip hop
To Paris to Havana
Orishas arrived
My mom likes to dance the son2veces
It is time to give flavor to those who listen to my Cuban son
That I have been distributing to in a hurry
A thousand kisses, my song, and a smile
Yyyyy they say that Orishas are no longer a God
They say that Orishas stuck to you
They say that Orishas are not is playing
For all the infected people I have been in charge for a long time
They say that I am being daring sir
I will entangle your neck with my hip hop fusion
Let me arrive for silence the bastard
I don't make songs for the melons and much less for the copy