Lluvia de Plástico
Crudo Means Raw
Plastic Rain
The one who keeps it simple has that intergalactic shine
Bringing the energy, if not, they’re just parasites
Call it intuition or paying attention to the heartbeats
Don’t block my sun with that damn plastic rain
I’m cutting fine, slicing through like paper
Doesn’t have an expiration date, I just got started
I did the A.B.C of being an M.C.
For everything I am, for everything I prayed
Being under the radar doesn’t mean you’re dead
Gotta shine bright if you want to be seen
I can’t even go out to talk, what are we gonna do?
On repeat with the same beat at dawn
To the beach, but to the beach with Palacé
For the sun, a guandolo, a papaya for thirst
If I cross the line, I just overstepped
Like it was with the meque
What’s up, what’s going on?
What’s it to you, just take it off
Talk to me about melting, how well it fries
Too angelic, just missing the levitation
Thank God, love, our story repeats
Some are born to be the boss, don’t get mad at the chief
And the fish dies by the mouth for playing with the wall
Shining since I was a kid, no ring on my pinky
Brother, I don’t get involved anymore, even if they say I’m itching
To the kingdom for the last fiery stop
From above comes the call, the prophecy fulfilled
They smoke blunts by the bunch, also empanadas
You don’t want a gúiro, son, eat your salad
Listen to the boss, no maps or coordinates
And don’t get yourself in trouble for being all messed up
I’ll bounce back in this and the next season
Mom, teach the kid not to go out as bait
Nothing.