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$ + € ,con Toteking

Ring Ring
Si, quien habla?
- Ya sabes quien soy...
- Si lose lose, envie a un tipo a enviar el paquete
No ha llamado todo ha ido bien?
- Te dire algo, olvidate del dinero.
- Que?
- Que te olvides del dinero!
- Bueno es mucho dinero que estas haciendo que has querido decir con eso?
- Que, que estoy haciendo? estoy hablando con un telefono vacio.
- No te entiendo.
- Porque hay un hombre muerto al otro extremo de esta jodida linea.

Son las nueve y veinte, suena el móvil, numero privao
Asi reviente, mi cerebro esta cerrao
Un ColaCao y un Phosquitos, necesito
Llevo tres semanas sin quitá el aparato de los mosquitos
Y los royalties son de broma, la publi no existe
Si Tote esta en la zona todos los rappers embisten
Los nuevos tropiezan mucho son el malo de Scream
Tu próxima opcion la pienso declinar como el latín
Y ese contrato, mira no es grato
Las claúsulas de esclavo que descubro causan flatos
Cuando nublo el trato y zumbo, fundo tu lugar
Rodrigo Rato es el Ché comparao a tu sello
Y me quiero fugar.
Escucha lo que traigo y mirame a la cara
Hacemos musica y mi musica no se compara a nada que se baile en el tribal*
No voy hacé un apañao, celebro cada dia mi propio fin de año
Soy el MC profano,
Media Sevilla cofrade persigue mi bici, ¡¡Mira mama sin manos!!
El director del seminario antiprogre sigue con sustrato
Recuerden cuando sople mi silbato.

Si es que te estás cagando fueral plato
Tote perdona man dao un toque al móvil
Y el número este parece de los Carpatos
De un nota que se enzarpa tó
Abre bien los parpados, mi casa es hostal pa dos
Y mi música un escándalo, entiendelo
Despues de tó parece gente sensata
Ratas con corbata, ratata!!! vigila a quien te mata por plata
Llevando un peinao de figurín
Hablando con el móvil con Martin* pa Tote King
Sé de que se trata
Quince años llevo ya en el ring
Quedemos en un restaurante caro y abre el maletín
El RAP empieza a hacer dinero y tú lo sabes
Ivitame a comé Manué y págame un viaje en AVE, son tus credenciales
Mentras los chavales de mi barrio roban bares con perseciciones policiales
Y se salvan por los pelos ya les vale
El país entero me ofrecio dinero por estos cantares
Venga tio nos vemos en el Antares*
Ya te contaré por ahi de bares si no hay un fan que me dispare
Ofrece lo que quiera a mi me da iguá
Quisieron darme $$$$$$$$$$ en mondeas antiguas...

Flow suave...
¿Pagarme cada seis meses una mierda de sueldo?
Lo siento no vea si te cabe
Me arranco después de la pausa
Con nauseas enormes, la causa no sé si la sabe
Te hablo de dólares, no me ofrezcas collares
Y ponle publicidad a mi disco cuando este en la calle
Pon a gente que reparta Flyers
No ves que el público prefiere a SFDK que a Slayer
Solo pensando en adelantarme la pasta
Atarme vivo, sacando mi polla a subasta
Me invita a conocer su milla verde
Pa luego darme larga cuando ni mi madre me recuerde
¡¡Cuidao que el perro muerde!!
Ná que agradecerle por oirle, señor vinimos a verle
Por la desinfección del germen...
Creerme, por que a estas alturas quedan MC's que se nos duermen (Duermen!)
O estan pegaos con SuperGen,
Los veo quietos en el andén mientras que pasa mi tren
Un va y ven de aire que no sale a flote
Deja que pote, encerrao en mi camarote.

No me permito nada por ser el Tote
Solo dejo que mi estilo flote,
Tengo 25 tacos y todavia me llaman por mi mote
Y visto ancho todavia
En esos pantalones donde caben dos como yo
Intenta rapeá tu no podrias
Veneren mi flow, fui del parque al cartel
Me suda la polla la cárcel
El unico rapper que os hace sentir a Deep Purple
No falla, coballas sin tallas se encallan
Vaciamos la playa, saltamos morralla en carreras de 100 metros vallas
Yo lo llamo pesadilla
No quieren leer en el cole pero se saben
La plantilla entera del Madrid y del Ajax
Pandilla de... mierda me mosquea
Y los sellos de España son cuatro puretas vestios de Casual Wear
Todavia doy clases de mc cretino
Cuando saquen los flashes y disparen que nos llamen los tres vecinos
Comparen si van alzaos en las arcas de la cocaina
Tote va calzao en tres marcas ya no sabe quien lo patrocina
No ofrezcan más verdades que no son verdad del todo
Y nunca escribas con la mano que luego borras con el codo
Odisea en el Lodo en mi caso es cuando perdí el orgullo
Mis abrazos con Óscar y Zatu no son asunto tuyo...

*Tribal: Discoteca Sevillana que dedica
Un dia de la semana a la parte comercial Del Hip Hop y R&B.
*Martin: Quien lleva la contratacion de Tote.
*Antares: Club privado,
Para el sevillanito adinerado de a pié con sus pisitas de tenis y demás.

$ + € ,with Toteking

Ring Ring
Yes, who's speaking?
- You know who I am...
- Yeah, I know, I know, I sent a guy to deliver the package
He hasn't called, everything went alright?
- I'll tell you something, forget about the money.
- What?
- Forget about the money!
- Well, it's a lot of money you're making, what do you mean by that?
- What, what am I doing? I'm talking to an empty phone.
- I don't understand.
- Because there's a dead man on the other end of this damn line.

It's nine twenty, the phone rings, private number
Even if it explodes, my brain is closed
A ColaCao and a Phosquitos, I need it
I've been wearing the mosquito device for three weeks
And the royalties are a joke, the advertising doesn't exist
If Tote is in the zone, all the rappers attack
The new ones stumble a lot, they are the bad guy from Scream
I'm going to decline your next option like Latin
And that contract, look, it's not pleasant
The slave clauses I discover cause flatulence
When I cloud the deal and buzz, I sink your place
Rodrigo Rato is Che compared to your label
And I want to escape.
Listen to what I bring and look me in the face
We make music and my music doesn't compare to anything that's danced to in the tribal*
I'm not going to make a deal, I celebrate my own New Year's Eve every day
I'm the profane MC,
Half of Seville's brotherhood chases my bike, Look mom, no hands!!
The director of the anti-progress seminar continues with the substrate
Remember when I blow my whistle.

You're shitting yourself outside the plate
Tote forgive man gave a touch to the mobile
And this number seems to be from the Carpathians
From a guy who gets everything involved
Open your eyelids wide, my house is a hostel for two
And my music is a scandal, understand it
After all, they seem like sensible people
Rats with ties, ratata!!! watch who kills you for money
Wearing a figurine's hairstyle
Talking on the phone with Martin* for Tote King
I know what it's about
I've been in the ring for fifteen years now
Let's meet at an expensive restaurant and open the briefcase
RAP is starting to make money and you know it
Invite me to eat Manué and pay me a trip on AVE, those are your credentials
While the kids in my neighborhood rob bars with police chases
And they are saved by the hairs already worth them
The whole country offered me money for these songs
Come on dude, see you at the Antares*
I'll tell you about bars over there if there's not a fan shooting me
Offer what you want I don't care
They wanted to give me $$$$$$$$$$ in old mondeas...

Smooth flow...
Pay me a shitty salary every six months?
Sorry, I don't see if it fits you
I tear myself away after the break
With enormous nausea, I don't know if you know the cause
I'm talking about dollars, don't offer me necklaces
And advertise my album when it's out
Put people to hand out Flyers
Can't you see that the public prefers SFDK to Slayer
Just thinking about advancing me the money
Tie me up alive, putting my dick up for auction
He invites me to get to know his green mile
To then give me a long time when even my mother doesn't remember me
Watch out, the dog bites!!
Nothing to thank him for listening, sir, we came to see him
For the disinfection of the germ...
Believe me, because at this point there are MC's who fall asleep on us (Sleep!)
Or they are stuck with SuperGen,
I see them standing still on the platform while my train passes
A come and go of air that doesn't come afloat
Let me drink, locked in my cabin.

I don't allow myself anything for being the Tote
I just let my style float,
I'm 25 years old and they still call me by my nickname
And I still wear it wide
In those pants where two like me fit
Try rapping, you couldn't
Venerate my flow, I went from the park to the poster
I don't give a shit about jail
The only rapper who makes you feel Deep Purple
Doesn't fail, guinea pigs without sizes run aground
We empty the beach, we jump over fences in 100-meter hurdle races
I call it a nightmare
They don't want to read at school but they know
The entire squad of Madrid and Ajax
Gang of... shit pisses me off
And the labels in Spain are four old men dressed in Casual Wear
I still give classes on mc cretin
When they take out the flashes and shoot, let the three neighbors call us
Compare if they go high in the coffers of cocaine
Tote is shod in three brands and no longer knows who sponsors him
Don't offer more truths that are not entirely true
And never write with the hand you then erase with your elbow
Odyssey in the Mud in my case is when I lost my pride
My hugs with Óscar and Zatu are none of your business...

*Tribal: Seville discotheque that dedicates
One day of the week to the commercial part of Hip Hop and R&B.
*Martin: Who is in charge of Tote's hiring.
*Antares: Private club,
For the well-heeled Sevillian on foot with his little tennis shoes and so on.