No Se Cual Es Mi Destino

Baby Rasta, wake up
Wake up, it’s me, M
Wake up
Let me take you for a walk in fire

Wake up (wake up)
I still don’t know what my destiny is
I want my dream and I’m not at ease
Too many rats, too many enemies

Throwing shade and whatnot
Raised in the streets
In the streets, I’ll die
Many can’t stand me and they chew me up

Wherever I stand, I’m sincere
I’m not a hypocrite
There’s no logic in falsehood
Don’t mix crime with a Catholic life

I wash that lie down with tonic water
I’m the atomic bomb
The budget version
The little rappers are dramatic

My lyrics are erotic, epic, iconic, unique, exotic
I’m not a hypocrite
There’s no logic in falsehood
Don’t mix crime with a Catholic life

I wash that lie down with tonic water
I’m the atomic bomb
The budget version
The little rappers are dramatic

My lyrics are erotic, epic, iconic, unique, exotic
None can match me
Always on top, I carry the heat
In case I get into a mess with your crew

Watch out in the [?]
You’re dancing bachata, walking sideways
On a slab, the brains are stuck
I’m rolling with the gang, all dressed up

They’re left faceless and shout wow
If I stop time, no one will be timely
You won’t be saved from the temple
Here we don’t stop, and you’re all brembo

I’m a warrior and I’ll always fight
They’ve tried to hold me down, I won’t stop
They’re gonna suck my dick
Plaque plaque, the Draco is abnormal

I’m Baby Rasta, motherfucker
I’m not a hypocrite
There’s no logic in falsehood
Don’t mix crime with a Catholic life

I wash that lie down with tonic water
I’m the atomic bomb
The budget version
The little rappers are dramatic

My lyrics are erotic, epic, iconic, unique, exotic
I don’t trust high school loves
Nor friendships with cops
Or promises made under pills

The pills run out and so does your courage
I learned that even saints sin
And the lukewarm kill cold-blooded
It’s been three decades of loyalty

And the .40 of Rasta crushes or mine
Breaking the studio and burning the streets
On the tracks and the instrumentals
Remember, they’re not the same

Though in both, I erase you through channels
The court and the pencil are equally lethal
In this race, the years are pale
The armory is full of sticks

Sticks for the enemies and for the music
Ice on the neck and walking in fire
They want to front on who invented the game
Wherever we go, we lower the ego

Pockets full, deaf, dumb, and blind
Don’t test me, you know I dare
Wolf by nature, I never back down
Always real, I don’t get along with everyone

These are the codes I move with
I’m not a hypocrite
There’s no logic in falsehood
Don’t mix crime with a Catholic life

I wash that lie down with tonic water
I’m the atomic bomb
The budget version
The little rappers are dramatic

My lyrics are erotic, epic, iconic, unique, exotic
Don’t mix crime with a Catholic life
I wash that lie down with tonic water
I’m the atomic bomb