Chatarra (part. El Jincho y Brawler)

Prr
Yo, yo

They don’t protect you, they’re watching you
They want me locked up like a hamster
Screw the plates if they’re not from Maghreb
Screw the cameras if they’re not air ones

Buddy, we don’t fly charter
Tourist class, blind from Johnnie Walker
With 3000 in my boxers and yesterday’s clothes
You can’t see the play in my eyes, I’m a player

TV’s a cancer, fame’s a prison
I’ve got an angel on each shoulder: Eva and Michel
How many times did I see the stone and trip?
How many times did I hear: I told you so?

I’m going on a trip, no passport or luggage
Just a few things I brought to spice up the brew
Living in a feature film
Pirates ready for boarding

In this track, there’s no moral or message
I’m in sweats, rapping, making them a suit
They brag about selling horse, all image
And I’ve got 200 parked in the garage

Look how they roar
Any of my homies freestyling drunk will crush you
We’re La Maravilla like Arcángel
Children of ruin, the lineage, in your subwoofer

I always stop like a kid, on the corner
With a joint and a damn bass on top
From Oroquieta to RD and from Aluche to Argentina
The Strong People, we’re Children of Ruin

My nigga, I used to be a punk, a thug
But now I rap, I don’t pick up junk anymore
Thanks, Fer, it’s a pleasure to drop some bars
Just missing Jimmy Hendrix playing the guitar

Rap with bad words, sounds fucking great
To smoke and drink while nodding, my buddy
We’re the ones cooking the material
That junkies consume in aluminum foil

I’m a straight-up hustler to the core
I’m made in Orcasitas, a rough neighborhood
Police abuse is a psychopathic act
It’s fourteen against the people and the people never do anything

This week I made 5000 euros
3000 to deposit in the ATM
1000 to spend with the homies and the girls
And the leftover 1000 to give away in the ghetto, bro

I represent all the hot neighborhoods
The shantytowns, the communes, and the alleys
For the people who support me, blessings
The envious can suck my dick with all their balls

Eh, big clouds
Came out of the shit but shining
Watch where you step because it’s moving forward
Like the tank man
In sweats, but classy

Aiming for the peak sitting in the park
God, that girl is crispy
If you come to the spot, respect the father
Strictly bars, nothing flashy

God Damn!
Shoutout to Juana and Mary
My normal days are all party days
Always traveling or partying, I got it
Day ‘n’ Nite like Kid Cudi

Next to a shorty who’s a Ferrari
I’m already an OG
They look at me like I’m Illuminati, I got nothing to say
Waking up half high, the house smells like hash
Open a melon for breakfast and roll it for me

I feel like Puffy
I don’t have it all, but almost
Saying it clearer isn’t easy
I feel the same disgust for a cop as for a Nazi

I’m always burning all the time, look at me in the chassis
The neuron spinning like Yamakasi
You don’t study, you learn, on the street for free
Yeah, you know what I mean
Catch that!