CORRÉTE (part. Canalón de Timbiquí y Nidia Góngora)

In the name of my people, I come to sing
My drum's got a beat, my rhythm's sharp
Don't give me that look, I don't want to fight
I'm lit up, so don't come at me

We never forget, it’s not what you see
The saint is made of wood, faith is priceless
Living a lie, so much deceit
You fell on your own, I didn’t touch you

In the eyes of men
Bad vibes, you won't take me, run
Get outta here, run
Get outta here, run
Run!

In the eyes of men
Bad vibes, you won't take me, run
Get outta here, run
Get outta here, run
Run!

Hey kid
What do you mean I owe you?
Find your own way, kid, get outta here
You ain't got the flow, not even if you were born again

When the guitar plays, don’t leave on the first note
'Cause the guitar has first, second, and third strings
What’s meant for you, kid, no one can take away
So I’m going for mine, even if they take the ladder

Even if they take the ladder
Even if they take the ladder
Even if they take the ladder
Even if they take the ladder

In the eyes of men
Bad vibes, you won't take me, run
Get outta here, run
Get outta here, run
Run!

In the eyes of men
Bad vibes, you won't take me, run
Get outta here, run
Get outta here, run
Run!

Get outta the way, run
Get outta the way, run

Chill, chill
I’m lit up

Jossman

Canalón
And the afroking
From Timbiquí