Nazario

Yo, what's up guys!
Mixino on the decks, straight up
What's good, huh?
Nazario from way back, fam, yeah, yeah
Whatever

Grew up screamin' with Nazario's goals
With my bike all beat up, lookin' real dirty
Now I look around, the neighborhood's sad
The kids are scared, others are robbin' 'em

And some don't play no more, got rectangle heads
We had marbles, strings, and tops since we were little

Gonna take these dudes down, I just gotta draw the lines
Time the plans right so I don't end up in the hole
Gonna take down fools, gonna be one by one
An umbrella for rapists in the ass

It's trendy to act like the coolest dude
Walkin' around dressed like clowns
I just think about seein' the next sunset
With my brother and my mom, a big hug

A strong bond with my old man, look to the sky, no replacement
With so many tears makin' new oceans
Where I get lost, swimmin' in seas of memories
Eternal moments I keep since I was a kid

When my teeth were like Gaucho Ronaldinho
But the same skill to nutmeg you
I do it in some pussy, I don't have that much fun now
Light another firecracker, my mind workin'

On how workin' ain't enough to fill the plate
If they got us livin' hard with the wages we make
Half of it in the hood, wearin' the same clothes daily
Why wear designer if I look better in rags?

They're all useful for you to lend a hand and they grab your arm
How many lend theirs if you fall down a cliff?
My brother El Adri, I got this crystal clear
If I take someone down, he's comin' with a shovel to bury him
We'd both die together in a shootout
Or maybe we'll finish them all for a strong bond

They say I'm better when I'm quiet
More hardcore when I fuck
Worse when I drink
And purer when I sing

How much did they give for me if I gave so much?
I'm prayin' to a saint
To my old man through tears
Mention God in heaven
Not people under blankets

What stars do I see? People under blankets on sidewalks
What I sing to this bunch of losers don't fill me
If in a sea of lava I launch a boat with my lyrics
How many approach the one with a couple of joints?
And how many leave you stranded for a pair of tits?

Maybe I reached their curves and ended up going straight
I preferred street noise with its thousands of protests
Yeah, with its thousands of protests
With its thousands of protests

I wanted to reach their curves and ended up going straight
I preferred street noise with its thousands of protests

With Mixino, motherfuckers!
Hell yeah, queers
Droppin' these tracks one by one, one by one
Queers!
Yeah
Long live the Basque Country, motherfuckers!
Yeah