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Scorsese

No me agites un domingo si no es para fumar uno
No me rompas las bolas yo estoy en mi mundo
Afuera llueve drama parece un diluvio
Y aunque es absurdo me siguen preguntando por mi crew, yo
Les digo RESAKA mi banda la más plantada, los inmortales
Somos buenas caras con malos modales
Caminando por la calle sin frenos y sin planes
No hay quien nos pare
Traigo luz en la oscuridad, traigo originalidad
En este mundo de loros donde todos
Repiten sin analizar, no es moco 'e pavo
Dejo que el viento se lleve lo que van hablando
Vos de donde sos? Vos no sos de acá
Cual es la moda hoy en día?
Decile al chofer que yo me bajo acá
Que estacione doble fila en la avenida

Todos meten, todos trappin' yo re tranki, yo re manso
No molesten, voy en taxi, Scorsese, buen muchacho
Malas calles, muchos cruces, mucho ruido, pocas luces
Me voy y vuelvo el lunes vos no te preocupes
Todos meten, todos trappin' yo re tranki, yo re manso
No molesten, voy en taxi, Scorsese, buen muchacho
Malas calles, muchos cruces, mucho ruido, pocas luces
Me voy y vuelvo el lunes vos no te preocupes

Hablan de calle y nunca fueron al oeste
Hablan de clase y nunca hicieron los deberes
Hablan y hablan y solo escucho estupideces
Estupideces, si

Vengo a patear tu castillo de arena, es una pena
Pueden hablarle a millones y solo dicen mierda
Hay disturbios turbios y discursos truchos, los medios mienten
Cortamos el pasto y aparecen las serpientes
Yo no hablo mucho a menos que sea en canciones
Y utilizo la ocasión pa contar mis dolores
No como cuento, ni vendo humo
No me tiren flores armenlas que me la fumo

Todos meten, todos trappin' yo re tranki, yo re manso
No molesten, voy en taxi, Scorsese, buen muchacho
Malas calles, muchos cruces, mucho ruido, pocas luces
Me voy y vuelvo el lunes vos no te preocupes
Todos meten, todos trappin' yo re tranki, yo re manso
No molesten, voy en taxi, Scorsese, buen muchacho
Malas calles, muchos cruces, mucho ruido, pocas luces
Me voy y vuelvo el lunes vos no te preocupes

Hablan de plata y pierden todo en intereses
Hablan de fama y ninguno se la merece
Hablan y hablan y solo escucho estupideces
Estupideces, si, si

Scorsese

Don't bother me on a Sunday unless it's to smoke one with me, girl.
Don't bust my chops, I'm in my own world.
Outside it's raining drama, it seems like a flood.
And although it's absurd, they keep asking me about my crew, I
Tell them RESAKA my band, the most planted, the immortals.
We are good faces with bad manners.
Walking down the street with no brakes and no plans.
There's no stopping us.
I bring light in the darkness, I bring originality.
In this world of parrots where everyone
Repeats without analyzing, it's no small thing.
I let the wind carry away what they're talking about.
Where are you from? You're not from around here.
What's the fashion these days?
Tell the driver I'm getting off here.
To double park on the avenue.

Everyone's hustling, everyone's trapping, I'm chill, I'm mellow.
Don't bother me, I'm in a cab, Scorsese, good fella.
Mean streets, many crossings, lots of noise, few lights.
I'm leaving and I'll be back on Monday, don't you worry.
Everyone's hustling, everyone's trapping, I'm chill, I'm mellow.
Don't bother me, I'm in a cab, Scorsese, good fella.
Mean streets, many crossings, lots of noise, few lights.
I'm leaving and I'll be back on Monday, don't you worry.

They talk about the streets and they've never been west.
They talk about class and they've never done their homework.
They talk and talk and I only hear stupid things.
Stupid things, yeah.

I came to kick down your sandcastle, it's a shame.
They can talk to millions and all they say is crap.
There's shady disturbances and fake speeches, the media lies.
We cut the grass and the snakes appear.
I don't talk much unless it's in songs.
And I use the occasion to tell my sorrows.
I don't tell stories, nor do I sell smoke.
Don't throw me flowers, roll them up and I'll smoke them.

Everyone's hustling, everyone's trapping, I'm chill, I'm mellow.
Don't bother me, I'm in a cab, Scorsese, good fella.
Mean streets, many crossings, lots of noise, few lights.
I'm leaving and I'll be back on Monday, don't you worry.
Everyone's hustling, everyone's trapping, I'm chill, I'm mellow.
Don't bother me, I'm in a cab, Scorsese, good fella.
Mean streets, many crossings, lots of noise, few lights.
I'm leaving and I'll be back on Monday, don't you worry.

They talk about money and they lose it all in interest.
They talk about fame and none of them deserve it.
They talk and talk and I only hear stupid things.
Stupid things, yeah, yeah.