It's another night and I'm in charge of the kitchen In a neighborhood where luck runs out Christ no longer plays and the devil continues the races Let's see if he can take charge of my life I already knew him or he already knew me the first For this, normal payment between gangsters I can change the knife for coins or a hat Each drop that splashes is a new world Time overcomes everything, everything stays Those who hugged you yesterday, today they shoot you from the outside Everyone wants to bet but they don't drop the coins Because it's easier to buy when the money is not given I make myself respected just by looking I look at them fixed, son, I don't need to say anything I lost my life between the dawns Looking for a new horizon on some sacred land The door sounds through the blocks, everything I take out And I telling my children that this is why I kill That the neighborhood has its messenger a while ago They call him El Mero Mero and he is the one who tells them the story A couple of cats wanted to beat me But the ax dodges, passes, scores and cuts I don't want to magnify it, but by giving it an advantage They can't reach it, El Mero smokes and relaxes Microphone, fist and letters, on the track, giving school The gun hidden in the back of the ladder Knife in hand and with the heart out He shouts to the four winds that he defends the flag Save whoever can, there are shooters in sight Fighters on the list who dream of getting out The life of an artist who believes that it is the true one Ends up giving it a spark before anyone catches it It's not the new era, the old one sees how it's played When the world is selfish, it hugs you even if it doesn't love you Give me the first one so that I can put the fifth one In a different way, if it's my life Maybe so that the thing is clear, I'm back I only arrived with a bar, I didn't even bring the 32 For the one who thinks he knows it, for the one who never learned it For the one who thinks that now there is the sale to steal the flow Maniga, there is no comparison when he enters the booth The 10 of Argentina in this of narrating the texts that patronize them In another league, his father plays in another league It's 2020 and to the boom I keep giving life I don't have to change the bone and throw poses It's a consequence of my steps, to continue being a procer I don't buy with the false case that everyone knows I don't marry any of their gods I leave the beat, the real G, I put the street at the helm The doping gives me positive like Diego Armando And you talking to me about drugs, what are you telling me? In the neighborhood and in the jail they don't catch you in the mambo That's not music, it's drugs I rapped, session number 30 It's the *** mero mero *** mero mero *** mero mero It's a wrap