Reflujo

The uproar has started
I'm hanging from this afro in a caravan through Guayaquil
A jug of sugarcane juice
Fried buñuelos in Chano Pozo's lard for the rag eater

If Tony plays, a slap changes the beat
I'll teach you the vulture dance
Thick chocolate if there's a delay
My children are born with rhythm under their arm

I'm Mellow Man Ace, perfumed in my sauce
“You're my favorite rapper in the world” liar
They're montuno, you want to sing like a Latino
But don't let them treat you like one

Gambeta, Kaztro, and Fazeta
You can't ignore cooking this recipe
Gambeta, Kaztro, and Fazeta
You can't cook ignoring this recipe. Motherfucker

THIS IS NACK

There's a rumor of cumbia, if I play cards
Borojó juice, witch doctor necklaces
The tile combined with the floors, the mora'os in a bundle
Golden watch, showy mode

In love with the dirty sound, you're too new
They haven't even removed the tag or the price from you, son
I don't have flow, I have reflux
A whiskey older than you and manners I don't even use

Stay still, skinny
Before the platforms, I already had my ways of making money
I'm Tito Puente playing the card reader
No, I can't play the guitar, I can only hit rock bottom, Bro

How many times do you have to explain your album
Excess of concept is a shortage of supplies
If they ask about the sample, I leave them on read
Be ugly but honest, there are no filters in the street