No Confundan (part. Duki)

Duko
How's that sound, Mala?
Haha
It's the Badass of America, ma
You got it (uh)
Yeah, one, oh

Watch out for me, okay? Well, I’m just saying
Look, the good can be harmful, yeah
Like the sound, man, real messed up
And with the talk, it sounds like gunshots

I’m everywhere without being there
If it’s not a feature, it’s a shout-out on someone’s CD
And I’m a rapper, real stylish, bad boy
And I make love songs for girls, romantic style

I handle respect almost to a fault
They freak out, get scared, and act tough
I’m dying, just me, haha, yeah, just
That for messing with the scythe, I got a few points

From the best to the damned, and bad in a minute
Just give me a good reason
The devil heard me pissed off and left the group
Imagine that, even the boogeyman got scared, yeah

While I’m rising, dumbass, that’s what I smoke the most
Give me a chance and I’ll devour it
Like I’m assuming, it’s a lot, chicken in three, two, one
I can be trash, but I’m already done (already done)

The sun might come out over there, right?
It’s up to you and your deal
God or the devil might send it
It’s on you, think about it

I can be peace and love or a mess
Poison or a saint
Going from nothing to everything and goodbye me
From good to bad (Duko)

Mala told me he was coming, that he was already here
We brought fire in our blood, cooking like molten lava (what?)
A couple of fish jump if the current drops
When they hang from the line, they don’t look so brave anymore

Luck plays in my favor, the Barba always says
I’m a chill dude even if I don’t seem like it
But better not fly too high, you’re going without a parachute
And I break fools easily like a toothpick (you got it, ma)

I’ll open my circle for you, but better not cross the line
Because I speak the language of 'respect and the stick that measures us all' is the same
They want to be comedians, hiding their lack of charisma with a joke
The chill steak I have to give you will leave them with an aneurysm, okay

I’m just two poles, all good or bad
If I were you, I wouldn’t underestimate, but you’ll see
Watch which face you get, like coins
I’ll always give back what you give me

The sun might come out over there, right?
It’s up to you and your deal
God or the devil might send it
It’s on you, think about it

I can be peace and love or a mess
Poison or a saint
Going from nothing to everything and goodbye me
From good to bad

Come on
Did you think we were playing?
It’s the Badass of America
Duko, the Zulu, Yesan
Yesan, Snow Mountain, let’s eat
Fuck

Through all this, I didn’t falter, didn’t mess around, not even in Narnia
All the birthdays far from matinees and the party, damn
I stretched the cash, processed it, and the magic showed
In Mercado Pago to Iné’s phone, all month they get the bills

Yesterday I had nothing, but hey, I did it right and today I have
And if I stayed flying, dog, it’s because I go and come
And to whoever gets in the way, cut: Well, tell them I’m coming
If I kill the good me, I’ll literally leave you limping

Wuh-uh, wuh-uh, wuh-uh-uh

Duko and Mala, Elvi and B.B. King
Apocalypse and Genesis
With pharaohs and my Nefertiti
I put my heart into it because I believe in me
These aren’t tattoos, these are graffiti
Everyone tells what I’ve lived

So many trips to the moon like a ritual
Between dancing and shouting, dodging death
Finishing fine, changing my luck
Even if it’s just for a little while, oh-oh

The sun might come out over there, right?
God or the devil might send it
I can be peace and love or a mess
From good to bad

The sun might come out over there, right?
God or the devil might send it
I can be peace and love or a mess
From good to bad

I’m just two poles, all good or bad
If I were you, I wouldn’t underestimate, but you’ll see
Watch which face you get, like coins
I’ll always give back what you give me.