Apuesta Al Negro

Two styles, one sound, that’s how I fit in
If you throw the dice on the floor, better bet on black
Two styles, one sound, that’s how I fit in
If you throw the dice on the floor, better bet on black

Talent born in Hip Hop
From two brothers spitting Hip Hop
From the dark-skinned rapping Hip Hop
From two niggas rapping Hip Hop

There are many who are mistaken
In their songs, they act so high and mighty
They’re just a bunch of spoiled kids
Let’s send them back to El Callao!

Listen to the gunshots these niggas are firing
They hit as hard as a stomach ache
So you can say it’s a league
Tell the snitches, let your friends know

Embrace the cheese with Apache
He’ll make you dream like a high note
The chaos has begun, better duck down
Let’s have kids like a forest, so you can freak out

This rap music runs through my veins
The cardboard would be your dinner
This is my jam, how does it sound?
When they unleash and burn these veins

This cologne lasts you all year
Maybe it’ll hurt a lot of folks
It’s tough for the loser
Their life is a mess

Singing without prejudice, singing is my vice, the madness begins
It’s just the start of what’ll make you jump off a cliff
I caress fear, since for me it’s something fake, yeah
Malicia’s looking for me, tell her I’m at Malicio’s house

Fast, slow, and wayo, I bring the style
Hip-hop, hop, Reke and Apache, that’s the glo glo
With Manza I laugh: Jo jo

Two styles, one sound, that’s how I fit in
If you throw the dice on the floor, better bet on black
Two styles, one sound, that’s how I fit in
If you throw the dice on the floor, better bet on black

Listen to me Apache, how are we doing? Since some fags
Don’t want to understand: They want to play
But for what? To lose! Don’t mess with
Guerrilla or Cuarto Poder, One
Two, uh-huh, they want to die, oh no!

I put on the lens to rise
To lend a hand to these MCs
Rekeson and Apache in the fuckin' street
STREET! Don’t say no, of course, yes

Janni, come to me, eat some seeds
So you can see I’m putting you on blast
Shet That! Nothing’s gonna stop us, it’s right here!

Two styles, one sound, that’s how I fit in
If you throw the dice on the floor, better bet on black
Two styles, one sound, that’s how I fit in
If you throw the dice on the floor, better bet on black

It doesn’t matter if loudmouths come talking
Rekeson, with a real weapon, is here to take them out
Apache, he’s packing his own
With his tongue, with which I want to cry

In puddles of blood, they keep drowning
And all this for being wrong
These filthy niggas keep sending us
With badges and booze, they’re celebrating

Triumphing with eleven demands, they are
In the clouds, and they’re coming down
Coming down, walking, not criticizing
They bring the shocker with which you’re left behind

Do they want to live or will they keep going?
Will they keep going or do they want to live?
We’re MCs, yeah, lacking, yeah
So why the hell are they talking about me?

Two styles, one sound, that’s how I fit in
If you throw the dice on the floor, better bet on black
Two styles, one sound, that’s how I fit in
If you throw the dice on the floor, better bet on black

That’s how it works! Breaking rules, Rekeson!
Without much fuss, Apache!
With excellence, what!
Check it out and listen: Hip Hop Therapy
Concentration camp, rising from prison, boom!