Laid Back Hip Hop / Beatmaking. Elegant, glittering, glamorous & Laid Back Hip Hop / Beatmaking. Elegant, glittering, glamorous & irresistible. Piano, drum machine, funky bass guitar & string samples. Trumpet lead @ 1'10. A flirty encounter in a bright classy lounge. Suggested for opulent events, luxury products & high-class people.
Mexican corrido influenced in a western mood. Heroic, tense & Mexican corrido influenced in a western mood. Heroic, tense & determined with a climactic ending. Spanish guitar, Mexican trumpets, cinematic drums, strings & atmospheric synth. Build up @ 1'00. Suggested for narcos series & Latin action movies.
Mexican corrido influenced in a western mood. Heroic, tense & Mexican corrido influenced in a western mood. Heroic, tense & determined with a climactic ending. No trumpets. Spanish guitar, cinematic drums, strings & atmospheric synth. Build up @ 1'00. Suggested for narcos series & Latin action movies.
Mexican corrido influenced in a western mood. Heroic, tense & Mexican corrido influenced in a western mood. Heroic, tense & determined with a climactic ending. No trumpets, no guitars. Cinematic drums, strings & atmospheric synth. Build up @ 1'00. Suggested for narcos series & Latin action movies.
30 sec edit. Mexican corrido influenced in a western mood. Heroic, 30 sec edit. Mexican corrido influenced in a western mood. Heroic, tense & determined with a climactic ending. Spanish guitar, Mexican trumpets, cinematic drums, strings & atmospheric synth. Suggested for narcos series & Latin action movies.
Late 19th century Spanish zarzuela-inspired vintage Latin symphony Late 19th century Spanish zarzuela-inspired vintage Latin symphony orchestra. Lively, energetic & fiery. Rhythmic changes @ 1'06 & @ 2'29. Lead clarinet @ 1'16 & lead Mexican trumpet @ 1'35. Ending with climax. Ideal for vintage hero series & archives.
Late 19th century Spanish zarzuela-inspired vintage Latin symphony Late 19th century Spanish zarzuela-inspired vintage Latin symphony orchestra. Lively, energetic & fiery. Rhythmic changes @ 1'06 & @ 2'29. No piano, no brass, no woods. Ending with climax. Ideal for vintage hero series & archives.
Late 19th century Spanish zarzuela-inspired vintage Latin symphony Late 19th century Spanish zarzuela-inspired vintage Latin symphony orchestra. Lively, energetic & fiery. Rhythmic changes @ 1'06 & @ 2'29. No brass, no strings. Lead clarinet @ 1'16. Ending with climax. Ideal for vintage hero series & archives.
30 sec edit. Late 19th century Spanish zarzuela-inspired vintage 30 sec edit. Late 19th century Spanish zarzuela-inspired vintage Latin symphony orchestra. Lively, energetic & fiery. Ending with climax. Ideal for vintage hero series & archives.
Nocturnal, mysterious & langueroous with a balkan touch. Wah-wah Nocturnal, mysterious & langueroous with a balkan touch. Wah-wah guitar, trumpet, brass, strings, double basse & drums. Suggested for spy, polar & suspense.
Folk song, jazz ballad with a balkan touch. Sentimental, nocturnal & Folk song, jazz ballad with a balkan touch. Sentimental, nocturnal & melancholic. Cronner, organ, electric piano, trumpet & rhythm. Lyrics
I want to be a butterfly
I have the disease of Modern Living All too desperate and lonely Hopping around, from one vagina to another Looking for the real thing.
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was The kind of butterfly Things would be better Certainly better
Saying no it’s not a problem for me You see, it never has been My tragedy of all times Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better Most certainly better
We just hoop and hoop to the next And fuck again Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way And all this in the name of love In the name of love and I, of loneliness Because if you fuck good enough This time you might
never, never be lonely again
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of
butterfly Things would be better Certainly better
There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me Twisting with her red hair and golden chain She keeps on smiling I don’t smile back She stares at me perpetually
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better Most certainly better
If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better I know, I know Most certainly better
Proud, passionate & fiery corrido tumbado with trap influences sung Proud, passionate & fiery corrido tumbado with trap influences sung in Spanish. I love money, but I earn it with honest work, not as a narco. Male singer, male backing vocals, autotune, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion.Lyrics
ES:
Pa' llegar arriba siempre hay que empezar de abajo
Lo que te propones lo cumples con mucho trabajo
Yo nunca me rajo
Es mejor vivir tranquilo y sin coger atajos
Aunque de chamaco le cogí amor a los fajos
Vivo mi vida, lo que piensen me importa un carajo
Yo nunca me rajo
Ya me acostumbré a vivir bien
Me gustan las pacas de 100
Mi estilo de vida cambié
El de mi familia también
Pero sin hacerle daño a nadie
Haciendo lo que inculcaron mis padres
Me decían: "mijo
Ten los motivos
Y sé positivo"
Del rancho a un avión
De cero a un millón
Las morras por montón
Y en el cuello un diamantón
Del rancho a un avión
De cero a un millón
Las morras por montón
Y en el cuello un diamantón
Yo nunca me rajo
Es mejor vivir tranquilo y sin coger atajos
Aunque de chamaco le cogí amor a los fajos
Vivo mi vida, lo que piensen me importa un carajo
Yo nunca me rajo
Dedicada para el mismo wey
Que dijo que no iba a ser un rey
Y ahora tiene problemas con la ley
Y yo tranquilo en mi modo sensei
Dedicada para el mismo wey
Que dijo que no iba a ser un rey
Y ahora tiene problemas con la ley
Y yo tranquilo en mi modo sensei
Del rancho a un avión
De cero a un millón
Las morras por montón
Y en el cuello un diamantón
Pa' llegar arriba siempre hay que empezar de abajo
Lo que te propones lo cumples con mucho trabajo
Yo nunca me rajo
Es mejor vivir tranquilo y sin coger atajos
Aunque de chamaco le cogí amor a los fajos
Vivo mi vida, lo que piensen me importa un carajo
Yo nunca me rajo
EN:
To reach the top, you always have to start from the bottom
What you propose, you achieve with hard work
I never back down
It's better to live calmly and without taking shortcuts
Even if as a kid I fell in love with bundles of cash
I live my life, I don't give a damn what others think
I never back down
I got used to living well
I like stacks of 100s
I changed my lifestyle
And my family's too
But without harming anyone
Doing what my parents instilled in me
They told me, "son
Have reasons
And stay positive"
From the ranch to a plane
From zero to a million
Lots of girls
And a big diamond around my neck
From the ranch to a plane
From zero to a million
Lots of girls
And a big diamond around my neck
I never back down
It's better to live calmly and without taking shortcuts
Even if as a kid I fell in love with bundles of cash
I live my life, I don't give a damn what others think
I never back down
Dedicated to the same guy
Who said I wouldn't be a king
And now he has problems with the law
And I'm calm in my sensei mode
Dedicated to the same guy
Who said I wouldn't be a king
And now he has problems with the law
And I'm calm in my sensei mode
From the ranch to a plane
From zero to a million
Lots of girls
And a big diamond around my neck
To reach the top, you always have to start from the bottom
What you propose, you achieve with hard work
I never back down
It's better to live calmly and without taking shortcuts
Even if as a kid I fell in love with bundles of cash
I live my life, I don't give a damn what others think
I never back down
Poignant, nostalgic & swaying corrido tumbado with trap influences Poignant, nostalgic & swaying corrido tumbado with trap influences sung in Spanish. Even if I have everything I want, forgetting you is not easy. Male singer, male backing vocals, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion. Lead accordion @ 0'48, @ 1'25, @1'44.Lyrics
ES:
Sé que no ha sido fácil para ti
Que las cosas se tuvieran que acabar así
Créeme tampoco es fácil para mí
Y ha sido cabrón pero te tengo que olvidar
Y aunque tenga las morritas por montón
Aunque cargue el billetón
Aunque en mi cuenta haya un millón
Olvidarte esta cabrón
Siempre voy pasao' de copas
Me preguntan los compas
Que si estoy bien
Que ya no vivo al cien
Siempre voy pasao' de copas
Me preguntan los compas
Que si estoy bien
Que ya no vivo al cien
En el barrio todo el mundo sabe que no soy así
Que me perdí
Que por pensar en ti
Dejé de pensar en mi
Pero a quien yo engaño
Aunque pasen muchos años
No habrá quien pueda igualarte
Reemplazarte
Por ti deje de tomar
Por ti aprendí amar
Mi vida ya no es igual
Cuando me mandaste a chingar
Pero te deseo suerte
A este amor le dimos muerte
Pa' que el 1 de noviembre me recuerdes
Por ti deje de tomar
Por ti aprendí amar
Mi vida ya no es igual
Cuando me mandaste a chingar
Pero te deseo suerte
A este amor le dimos muerte
Pa' que el 1 de noviembre me recuerdes
Y aunque tenga las morritas por montón
Aunque cargue el billetón
Aunque en mi cuenta haya un millón
Olvidarte esta cabrón
Siempre voy pasao' de copas
Me preguntan los compas
Que si estoy bien
Que ya no vivo al cien
EN:
I know it hasn't been easy for you
That things had to end like this
Believe me, it's not easy for me either
And it's been tough, but I have to forget you
And even though I have plenty of girls
Even though I'm loaded with cash
Even though I have a million in my account
Forgetting you is tough
I'm always drunk
My friends ask me
If I'm okay
That I'm not living life to the fullest anymore
I'm always drunk
My friends ask me
If I'm okay
That I'm not living life to the fullest anymore
In the neighborhood, everyone knows I'm not like this
That I lost myself
That because of you
I stopped thinking about myself
But who am I fooling
Even if many years pass
There won't be anyone who can match you
Replace you
Because of you, I stopped drinking
Because of you, I learned to love
My life is not the same anymore
When you told me to go to hell
But I wish you luck
We killed this love
So you remember me on November 1st
Because of you, I stopped drinking
Because of you, I learned to love
My life is not the same anymore
When you told me to go to hell
But I wish you luck
We killed this love
So you remember me on November 1st
And even though I have plenty of girls
Even though I'm loaded with cash
Even though I have a million in my account
Forgetting you is tough
I'm always drunk
My friends ask me
If I'm okay
That I'm not living life to the fullest anymore
Swagger, groovy & catchy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Swagger, groovy & catchy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Spanglish. We're the best, yet we're stigmatised as a menace. Male rapper, male backing vocals, male adlibs, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion. Break @ 1'38.Lyrics
ES:
Cruising down the street con mi low rider
Los compas en la esquina chambeando se la cargan
Like Misterio un one-eighty con capucha
Por que tal vez en la próxima vuelta se reviente una lucha
Prepara los guantes mijo
You dont know where I came from
Viviendo en el downtown desde que yo recuerdo
Donde nadie duerme y el trabajo es eterno
Pero con una sonrisa siempre lleno de sueños
En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones
Ando con la clicka escuchando hip-hop
Traficando rimas soy el mejor en la pista
Rapero mejor que yo tal vez no exista
Con una sola palabra yo los borro de la lista
Leveling the game its tremendous my flow incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artist that are horrible
At the expenses of everyone else
Mejor trabaja
Factura en el hood
O mejor vete pa' tu casa
Que pasa?
Levanten las manos arriba toa' la raza
Fabricamos cohetes que no existen en la Nasa
Volamos hasta aviones, construimos las casas
Y aun así nos consideran toda una amenaza
Se nos alteró la situa
Pasando por Tijua
Me ven en una troca nueva y siempre me averiguan
Hoy es día de muertos así que a brindar
Por los que se fueron y no están pa' que nos rinda
Cabalgando mas allá del sol
Donde la luna se esconde
Mira a tu alrededor
Cruzamos la frontera
Por un futuro mejor
Así que prepárense
Que llegó lo mas chingón
En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones
Somos los más chingones
EN:
Cruising down the street with my low rider
The homies on the corner putting in the heavy work
Like Misterio, a one-eighty with a hoodie
Because maybe in the next turn a fight might break out
Get your gloves ready, kid
You don't know where I came from
Living downtown since I can remember
Where nobody sleeps and work is endless
But with a smile always full of dreams
In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance
I'm rolling with the crew listening to hip-hop
Trafficking rhymes, I'm the best on the dance floor
Maybe a rapper better than me doesn't exist
With just one word, I erase them from the list
Leveling the game, my flow is incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artists that are horrible
At the expense of everyone else
You better work
Get billing in the hood
Or better go back home
What's up?
Raise your hands up, everyone
We manufacture rockets that don't exist at NASA
We fly their planes, we build their houses
And yet they consider us a full threat
The situation got tense
Passing through Tijuana
They see me in a new truck and always inquire about me
Today is the Day of the Dead, so let's toast
For those who are gone and are not here, so that it serves us
Riding beyond the sun
Where the moon hides
Look around you
We cross the border
For a better future
So get ready
Because the toughest have arrived
In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance
Hip hop beat. Confident, determined & constant. Piano, scratch, Hip hop beat. Confident, determined & constant. Piano, scratch, trumpet, sampled vocals & rhythm. Ideal for street art, city landscapes, everyday life & fashion.
Hip hop beat. Glamorous, relaxed & luminous. Harp, electric guitar, Hip hop beat. Glamorous, relaxed & luminous. Harp, electric guitar, mellotron strings, choir, brass & rhythm. Ideal for nightlife, city landscapes & street art.
Cha cha cha. Easy listening / lounge music in the spirit of the 50s Cha cha cha. Easy listening / lounge music in the spirit of the 50s and 60s. Kitschy, quirky, fun & danceable. Piano, saxophone, trumpet, guitar, Latin percussion & bass. Suggested for mockery, bloopers & retro daytime TV.
