Promoción - Lyrics (Translation)

Verse 1

Original lyrics come out of the subconscious

I calm down and the present stops

I bring a transparent and powerful flow

The seas and the rivers follow my current

Rap, hip hop, union, scratch

Manhattan rhythm suitable for Bogotá

From the streets of New York to Medayork

A drink for souls and a smoke in the air

Real life and depression

Raise your hand if hip hop saved you

Shout hip hop! hip hop!

Rap is the cure, the system is the disease

I take a puff, analyze the situation

In traffic there is saturation

Some watch Waze and others smoke wax

Some stress and others relax

I scratch

I compose to the rhythm of the beat

Production on windows I don't have mac

Criminal style, masterful, imperial

To the likes of the Egyptian Pharaohic pyramids

I didn't come to flaunt knowledge on the scene

I am the pawn that promotes and claims the queen

My style is different

I'm like Michael Douglas in Basic Instinct

Dear, do you really think there are no good men?

Why did you burn yourself, you were with all of them...

And you never valued the nobility of a commoner

The value of the least that your beautiful eyes see

You compare me to them

I came out of hell to give you heaven

It's not a matter of jealousy if you want other kisses

Babe, stay with them

I'll start from scratch

Chorus

Lalala through the streets of Bogotá

The pastor is my guide, I lack nothing

Lalala through the streets of Bogotá

Jehovah is my pastor, I lack nothing

Lalala through the streets of Bogotá

The pastor is my guide, I lack nothing

Lalala through the streets of Bogotá

Jehovah is my pastor

Verse 2

I travel the world on my motorcycle

Here we are all crazy

I will pulse like few

My goals are different

I am punctual, pay well

And I always keep my word

Don't be behind the doors

When the doors open

I lent a thousand speakers

I invited them to my house

I invited you to my event

They copied and spoke badly

I remember your smile when I was left with nothing

We smoked in front and you shot in the back

Your body expression I read it

I know that you lied to me

And you think that I believe you

To be honest, I was a liar first

And on the beat making bars with the real ones

A greeting to “El Grosero”, “Lavoe” and “Mis Niños”

From the hills to Chapinero, Suba, Engativa, the centre, hip hop

Fugitive who embeds your deaths

Rhymes that detonate to break the neck

Chorus

Lalala through the streets of Bogotá

The pastor is my guide, I lack nothing

Lalala through the streets of Bogotá

Jehovah is my pastor, I lack nothing

Lalala through the streets of Bogotá

The pastor is my guide, I lack nothing

Lalala, hiyayiya, hiya

Outro

I bet you, you wanna just know

I bet you, you wanna just know

I bet you, you wanna just know

I bet you, you wanna just know

I bet you, you wanna just know