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