Rockland Vs. Hogar Magico

We are from the magical
And we fight
This reinforced concrete
Cuts the pulley
Yeah yeah

I'm from Rockland
I'm not a doctor
But your leg
Is orthopedic

Go back to golf
And to the racket
Hip hop
Is not for snobs
Not baby

If I go back to golf
You go back to the shovel
Like a good tomboy

You're playing the lottery
And you win my punch

Sorry judges if I bother
Don't mix your business in this

It came out
To show
The true colors
The one
Mixing you are
You bitch

Don't
Mess around, gypsy
You can be bought with money

It's not that I'm switching sides
But they are already
Getting out of hand, getting out of hand, getting out of hand

They are fourth-rate
And they are dirty
Let's go guys
To the contest

You are rich
I am dry
But I am smart
And you are hollow

For hip hop
You don't fit
Better go back
To the street
Take care of the money
Take care of the caps
They are the little orphan
Thieves