Kintsugi - Maxi Nathan, Julieta Rada, Mateo Ottonello, Rolo Fernández & Manuel Contrera

Golpes bajos, estilo tayson Moviendo kilos como Pablo Tráfico rimas y no soy babo No hables tanto o te como de un bocado Jinete nuevo en el condado Jordan 1's estoy pisando De mi equipo estoy al mando Somos los verga el de nombre De venado Gg8 me tira esta mierda Al correo y en cada línea Escribo mis mas oscuros deseos Entreno día y noche para Sacar buenos versos, crueldad En todo mi arte, te mato cual torero Más sangre que en Tlatelolco Cada que escribo dicen que Me voy viendo loco, Puede ser verdad un poco Siempre fingo la sonrisa Cuando poso pa la foto Tengo pegada como cotto Tus papás no te querían Pero les falto pa el aborto Cada que escribo es alboroto Enciendo el micro y el cuarto Ya se me está quemando en corto What's popping, Tell me who's dropping Can't stop it Bitch you can't stop it D.e.e.r up in this bitch You know what's gonna happen You know we got it popping Es kintsugi y delao Creando clásicos Ya saben qué mou Cage bendijo el beat 3jinetes cierra el show And if you didn't know motherfucker now you know Es el nuevo movimiento Guarda silencio perra Este es nuestro tiempo Causando miedo Cómo Dario Argento Fuerza, voluntad, espíritu En el proceso Soy el emisario del puto diablo Todo lo que dicen, digo lo contrario Me dicen hello les digo bye-bye Jode conmigo ahora tu camisa es un tye dye Vamos trata seguir el paso Eres un poco lento, tienes un retraso? Tomo a tu vieja y la volteo cómo tazo Qué van a llover los vergazos? Yo no muevo un dedo Ahí te van mis changos

There's a certain point the body can't come back from In one year, we've learned the turn off the mouth The depth that the chest cavity takes Chucky was there for three out of three I was there for the third 'cause I couldn't be There for the one who was closest to me But I can't say I run when things get hard It's just that I don't trust myself with my heart But I've had to let it break a little more 'Cause they say that's what it's for That's how the light shines in That's how the light shines in That's how the light gets in Mm-mhm So everyone was there, they were standin' and laughin' And I'm on the side with my tears streamin' down There's somethin' about the clutch of the wrist He thought mine was his to carve into his mouth We've only got hours And I just can't stop cryin' 'cause all of the ways When you see someone dyin' You see all your days flash in front of you And you think about who would be with you And then there's Donoghue Mhm-mmm Daddy, I miss them I'm in the mountains I'm probably runnin' away from the feelin's I get When I think all the things about them Daddy, I miss them I'm at the Roadrunner Café I'm probably runnin' away from the thoughts in the day I'd have thin's to do with them, but they say "That's how the light gets in That's how the light gets in That's how the light gets in" Think by the third of March, I was cracked open Finally, the ground was cold, they wouldn't open Brought by the sunlight of the spirit to pour into me There's a name for it in Japanese, it's "kintsugi" They sang folk songs from the '40s Even the 14-year-old knew "Froggie Came A-Courtin'" How do my blood relatives know all of these songs? I don't know anyone left to know songs that I sing That's how the light gets in That's how the light gets in But, daddy, I miss them I'm at the Roadrunner Café Probably runnin' away from the feelin's today In the snow-capped mountains of the desert Daddy, I miss them I'm in the mountains Probably runnin' away, I've been meanin' to say That there's nothin' to do, except know that this is How the light gets in Like crackin', the light gets in It's how the light gets in That's how the light gets in That's how the light gets in Then you're golden Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Just another folk song, but anyway I try so hard, but that's okay It's how the light gets in It's how the light gets in It's how the light gets in

I'm pretty sure as far as humans go I am a hard, hard pill to swallow And I know I'm not your intended dose We're going low, low, low, low So roll the highlights The "got too high" life Mix the Low, low, low lights With the Low, low, lowlifes On the bright side Got the wrong insides Mix the Low, low, low lights With the Low, low, lowlifes I spent Ten years Ten years in a bit of chemical haze And I miss the way that I felt Nothing Nothing Na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na Nothing Nothing Na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na Passed my old street The house I grew up in It breaks your heart But four of the Ramones are dead I felt you at the beginning But needed you at the end We're going low, low, low, low So roll the highlights The "got too high" life Mix the Low, low, low lights With the Low, low, lowlifes On the bright side Got the wrong insides Mix the Low, low, low lights With the Low, lowlifes I spent Ten years Ten years in a bit of chemical haze And I miss the way that I felt Nothing Nothing Na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na Nothing Nothing Na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na Stop me if you have heard this all before Too many times after too much alcohol Oh, but you don't know me anymore We're going low, low, low, low I spent Ten years Ten years in a bit of chemical haze And I miss the way that I felt Ten years Ten years in a bit of chemical haze And I miss the way that I felt Nothing Nothing Na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na Nothing Nothing Na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na

(What are you? Who are you the mob or somethin'?) (It's a GD beat) (Uno got the streets goin' crazy) (Hardbody) I'm ballin' hard, ain't gotta pass the ball I don't need your sex at all I done knocked down half the town I don't need no pass around (Yeah) I've fucked the finest, covered in diamonds They think that I'm conceited (They think that I'm conceited) Fuck a bitch, I need my check, up in my palm I gotta see it (Yeah, yeah, yeah), uh-huh You spend your rent, your water bill, your light bill too Just on your bundles (On your bundles) Babe, I'm a ape I give you dick fresh out the jungle (Fresh out the jungle) I got shit, they tryna fuck me, keep your kid, and I'm like, "Nah" You get a bag and want a baby, we could go half (Oh, oh) Could turn you up, could turn you down, you get your options (Yeah) I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna I work at Mickey D's When you can't fuck with a big-timer (We get high) You can be my bitch but you don't come before these commas Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra (Yeah) I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys (Yeah) I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time Why stress a bitch? This money got me feelin' fine Rich bitch, I cut you off right now You tell me you can't play the part (Yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'm turnt up bad, I don't need your ass I could have any whore (Yeah, yeah) I got this shit on me right now What the fuck I gotta be cappin' for? (Got that shit on I) Stripper bitch I pissed that shit you clappin' your lil' booty for (I gotta put 'em on) I got a bitch to line 'em up And now she wonder where's the fire (Fire) Turnin' heads and breakin' necks When I be passin' in my ride (Ride) She been sellin' that lil' pussy She done ran up all her miles (Miles) Tryna plant a baby, I use a rubber I can't believe that ho had tried Could turn you up, could turn you down, you get your options (Yeah) I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna I work at Mickey D's When you can't fuck with a big-timer (We get high) You can be my bitch but you don't come before these commas Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra (Yeah) I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys (Yeah) I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time Why stress a bitch? This money got me feelin' fine