If I'm trying to stay far away from
The day when I met you, stop me baby
I hereby declare we carry on
Will you promise to keep an eye on
The ball here, along as we journey baby?
Our trust is gone, we carry on
The land goes flat; the space collapses... Try to stop it baby
The end of the world has reached the end
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My name is Buba and I hate the friggin' tuba
I wantcha' all to move-a
To the rhythm of my scuba
Helluva guy I am, a solid fella
Como Che Guevara, Deepak Choprah o Mandela
Poeta, músico, loco, rapero; copywriter
Mi apellido es Marcos con M, no Schneider
Haciendo mancuerna de putas con Dendron
Nomás escuché este track y dije: "Yo le entro."
Denme sólo un chunky beat y yo estaré más que listo
Mi paga es un aplauso, una nena y un buen pisto
Hip-hop es mi vicio, mi báculo, mi cantimplora
Agucen sus oídos a mi flow que ahora aflora
Diestro como MacGyver, más sexy que Timbeland
Le puse una emboscada a Saddam en Culiacán
Bam-bam! Thank you ma'am for all that glam
Legal como un coffee shop en Ámsterdam
1-2-3-4-5. Rapeando de costa a costa con pasión y con ahínco
West Side Mitras' got it all; it's where it's at
Low-fi rappers, I just get 'em off my track
Some mofos like to smuggle cheap prophylactics
I'd rather stick to linguistical gymnastics
I don't care if you've got a Ph.D
I don't care if you're going to Yale
I'll see you soon, sleazy motherfucker
I'll see you at the gate of hell!