Haciendo Lo Nuestro

Doing Our Thing

Vices and pleasures that subjugate us, eh, eh, what's yours?
Maybe you write, drink, smoke, or a bit of everything?
Forget the world and come on a journey to this hedonistic apology and let it trap you

I write rhymes, phrases, stanzas, paragraphs
I spend pens, write dedications and autographs
I write, my name in marble
I write in my room, on the bus or in the shade of a tree
Any piece of paper is my staff
They are songs with a taste of drama
Anger, love, pleasure, pain, whatever the soul conveys
I just ask for a rhythm
You give me time, space, and calm and tell me where to sign
I sign contracts, checks, invoices, and fines
Always the damn cop who doesn't accept apologies
I think, therefore I am
I write, therefore I am alive
I reach everyone
Who prefers a record over a book
I write, blind, happy, sad, or serene
I dodge obstacles without hitting the brakes
A fugitive of rhythm, a micro phenomenon
And an objective, good rap
You know I dream so big, bulky, coarse, solemn, mystical
My characteristic flow, inspired by artistic skating
I always have a plan no matter what
Incorrigible in every sentence, that's why I fall asleep in your class
We are not musicians, I just extract multiples from each rhyme
And in this, we are the only ones
When a rap seduced more than your lingerie
I left my signature on the dust of your shelf
I rap, preach, inform, predict
It's a remedy and not a disease that I spread
And the best witness is the microphone

When I write,
When I drink,
When I smoke, ohh!,
Why not!

We fill the paper with poems, pro
We drink from the wells of life, co
If the smoke doesn't blind you, be attentive, because
The rest of pleasures are brought to you by my show!

We fill the paper with poems, pro
We drink from the wells of life, co
If the smoke doesn't blind you, be attentive, because
The rest of pleasures are brought to you ...

I drink liters, big bottles, forty-ounce jugs
I drink blondes and dark ones in pints or even in glasses
I drink and swallow, minis, cachis, fifths, thirds, I drink it all
Cans of thirty and fifty cl, I drink everything
Half jugs depending on the place, I drink mediums
In neighborhood bars, they call them clear beers
I drink buckets, pitchers, pails, buckets, shots
Starts, stoppers, little tubes, penalties, I can handle all that
I like the buzz, the birdseed, the drinking, the booze
I'm a fan of the Havana chief but also of Pampero rum
But always up to the third ice cube
A good swig, a palm tree splash for Sergio!

I'm the king of taverns, inns, taverns, bars
Pubs, clubs, I'm the king of the shack next to the seas
This glass, whether glass or plastic, mixed drink or shot
I drink it sip by sip or in one gulp, what do I do?
Then I burp, belches alert come
Hiccups, burps, spits, gobs, watch your shoes
I have gagging, nausea, take a vomit, puke
Squid rings, swim in murky warm water
My drool, snot, and soul fall off
What a mess the bearded one is carrying
Hate the drunk, bolingas, drunk, goes fox like a louse
He's a sponge, he's blind, he's a real scoundrel
Onions, crap, punches, drunkenness hook you
I drink all the drinks from your deck of cards
The next day hangover, palpitations, anxieties, dizziness
Diarrhea, shits, it's like a piss out of your ass
Just as you drink the vise
The same but from behind, you expel it hot through the orifice
Learn to drink, you annoying one
You get annoying
I'm the same sober as drunk or wasted

We fill the paper with poems, pro
We drink from the wells of life, co
If the smoke doesn't blind you, be attentive, because
The rest of pleasures are brought to you by my show!

We fill the paper with poems, pro
We drink from the wells of life, co
If the smoke doesn't blind you, be attentive, because
The rest of pleasures are brought to you ...

I smoke joints, trocolos, joints, joints, joints, makas
I smoke Chinese, pedrolos, plates of tasty weed
I smoke and cough, red, blurry eyes, I smoke stakes
Gross mode, I overflow with smoke, drink cans, smoke joints
Hits to undo the pollen or the sticky bud
It's a pleasure, I don't reject any crap
I said pass me that mai and make another one
Take from my rubber this is Sodom
A puff in the shape of a dove
Through the window of my body appears
A head of dense white smoke, intense aroma
That takes flight, wings, perfumes my home, aha
And the bodies that were reluctant are now dialoguing
I smoke lying down, there's a desert of ash in my chest
I see it from above, from the ceiling
And I also see my nose
Which is a cliff of salty tears
I take another puff, happy!!
Inhale, exhale, get rid of the bad, my ball goes crazy
After the hit, I leave my halo
And banished from this damn gray world
I go to my country that has sunny beaches and gardens
And when I come out of bathing, I'm going to plug in whatever
Because I also smoke tobacco, tar, and pitch
It cracks, my trachea, maybe it's better
The pain than the anxiety this creates
I think God loves me, no problem
Smoking a branch with my girl in bed is the theme
Our shit sounds better with cream but
If you don't stick it, it doesn't matter, get the technique!

Put this hip hop rhythm in your head
Enjoy the lyrics, the weed, or the beer
And stop with the weird stories, expensive drugs
This is Wednesday, with double v, the ultimate!!

We fill the paper with poems, pro
We drink from the wells of life, co
If the smoke doesn't blind you, be attentive, because
The rest of pleasures are brought to you by my show!

We fill the paper with poems, pro
We drink from the wells of life, co
If the smoke doesn't blind you, be attentive, because
The rest of pleasures are brought to you ...