La Del Estribillo

It's not just Apa and Can, it's Kpu and Afro, damn it!
Hating this job shows you're a fool
A hoarse tide that my voice carries, though better than diarrhea
That his beautiful voice flourishes or cackles unstoppable flavor, the king of the jungle
In case you don't remember, if you can't remember
They should hit each other on the lips with a stone
Pack of shit-eaters, long-tongued bastards
Critics of legends
Hey bro, this union is like Peña and Moises Alou
We're putting this on like a Roland Garros opener
Like in the 90s, the thirty with its dembow
We make it jump more than in The Exorcist Emily Rouse
It's Can and Apache who have the style that leaves no gaps
And they write it down as the Caruachi Hydroelectric Power Plant
Lethal injection from the music library
Undefeated like Dominica in the World Cup Classic
The black man and the dirty, swarthy man, a percussionist's appearance
Not as much as Confucius, but I do use my coconut
(Hey you, what abuse!)

Let it climb up the foreskin
And they suck it like greedy lazybones (okay sorry, sorry)
There are too many more steps than you can handle, or you simply can't
We are the cruel ones who dictate the levels that break
Before, his Mercedes is real rap for the networks, assault rhymes
They move like parkour, climbing walls
Like the black Kimbo Slice, my posts here are deadly
Like Mike with the highfly, like Tito with the timbales
Masterful, magnificent, epic and apotheosis on purpose, what parasites!
Shut your mouths
Damn! How sadistic your vocabulary sounds, it's a flow drug trade
The army doesn't stop
We arrived around 9, but we left around 12
After that we go to the studio so Herrera can mix the vocals
Everynight high too legalize shooting punch lines
To get into rough lyrics like Ken Brown
Being explicit is a difficult job indeed
But someone has to do it, it's like riding a bike, yeah, I know
It's easy, I'm not even trying to do it, don't you see?

Like Moses, we cut through seas, but with real instruments
Not suitable for mentally challenged people
Listen to the warrior, there are several of us in the crew
Afromak the hitman sound and also ta Kpu
In the track where the beatmakers are the protagonists
Don't come at me with fake news, this is rap, we'll lower the brakes
So come on, sing, put your hands up, sing it loud and clear
And if you want, jump in, go ahead, pick up your tinder and light it up
Whatever happens here, we're not in a position to make ourselves easy targets
It's a flow that stomps like a bison, sneaks in like a stowaway
And I couldn't care less what they say
Mind your own business, don't make a mistake
We're going to the mountain on horseback, Can and Apa, that's all
I'm just coming in slowly so they don't go crazy
In my free time, I laugh at his records and photos
They'll almost say I collect haters, that in the end our rap
It consumes more than a fucking rolling paper
There are no lines that escape the lines of my paper
There's no one who can silence us and catch the "don't stop"
I'm the rapper who makes the audience jump and shout "sape"
What happens is the Apa in the papi
I turn, I start walking, and from my flank I jump over the stilts
Over the beat, pulling the kick and hitting the mic right

To be honest, this is clean, it sounds great, it has a good swing
It's everywhere like rose's bopa the donplin
Ladies and gentlemen, those who tell the time are signing off
A punta es rima y tórax sin caerle a coba
It's inevitable that fashion will catch our attention, and everywhere I go I know
I heard good rap for the first time on the radio station
They just get out of control, mixing anise with twine
And they think you're a novice who only learned about this an hour ago
Then you see how they cry when I put them in the console
And they don't know if what I recorded was a song or a locomotive
I sincerely advise you to turn around and leave if what you want is harm. Informing the troublemakers or the blond guy on top of everything else will only make me blind if I'm wrong
You're approaching, watch where you're walking or you'll step on mines and k-boom
This is the music that makes us feel alive, and if we are here
For some reason, what I'm writing today is part of the history of rap
This was the one for the road for you

It's that this stuff sticks and attracts you like a magnet attracts a coin
It makes you vibrate and connects you with the lyrics
This is real Venezuelan rap, and it sounds like rampanpan from a volcano
Once upon a time, the one with the papyrus and the dog
Venezuelan rap has something to thank this collaboration for
Hit replay and take notes so you don't forget when they ask you
Those who are leading the journey today and how to be the best would be
It's impolite to leave that tedious task to the brothers
They only love the fame and not what we represent, are we clear?
Dad and Kid!
It is the Apa and the Can, Apa and Can like the Yin and the Yang