Telaraña (part. Santa Fe Klan)

Respect can't be bought
In a store, cousin, understand
That talent doesn't come just because you wear 10 outfits
And forge a bond, stop and learn
Like a damn puppy
Came to dominate the jungle
Got plenty of flavor, bless me God
We want bills and I speak for both of us
Maybe a good gold record, give me two
What's whispered in a choir is gold in the voice
I am the boss, they know I walk the streets
But without sharing stories, I won't give details
I have offers on the table
Some are to shut me up, that's why
Break that contract or scratch it
Here quiet, not speaking, we don't swallow lies
If our level is 100 then we want 100%
Wait for us calmly smoking from your seat
When I give live performances, I give my last breath
I don't lie, I only win while having fun
Shower of stars when we toast at a concert
Rough training, the songs in expert mode
This record is hot like summer in the port

Got plenty of flavor, bless me God
We want bills and I speak for both of us
Maybe a good gold record, give me two
What's whispered in a choir is gold in the voice

We make real hip-hop
I do it from the heart
Since I was a kid making money
To take it to the neighborhood
Criminal style
My team knows who I am
You might want to go to the cemetery
But I don't want to go to prison

To the microphone I sing what I feel
In every verse I inject my feelings
I don't regret anything that has happened
I keep my feet on the pavement