Para Bailar la bamba!
Para bailar la bamba se necesita una poca de gracia.

Una cosita pa’ ti y pa’ mi
Ay arriba y arriba.

Ay arriba arriba por ti seré por ti seré por ti seré!

Bamba Bamba!

Yo no soy marinero!
Yo no soy marinero
Soy capitán soy capitán.

Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophone
Olfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoam
As for battle raps and who's the dopest
Learned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosis
Prognosis was never be the baron of this rap shit
But you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fit
Im rocking mine with pride and style it up
Slightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cut
Scratch an accapella like a lottery ticket
Dug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped it
Love to make her shake and taste her lipstick
The way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuit
When I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in me
Walk the fine line between debauchery and sorcery
Microphone magician, construct an algorithm with precision
Rhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a mission
Wishing upon a star..
Green to the T with the caviar now check the reference
Musical allusions in the sessions
Plus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence






Dont get no water on the gremlins
Get slaughtered like Lemmings
Make 'em board up the Kremlin
High treason.. down with the regent

I was harassed and fought like Harrison Ford
in that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock.
Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port,
while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport.
Where are your balls? I'm tearing you all
a new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch.
The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts;
the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault.
If you had any idea of the mind focus
that goes into every word that I write on this
peace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.
It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones with
my ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem if
your name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch!
On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid?
You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.

Mi gente se alegra con la rumba

porque la rumba es la herencia fiel

historia escrita con la pasion del tambor

mas hermoso que esta tierra dio por aqui

Mi gente se alegra con la rumba

que viene a iluminar todo el solar

se ablanda el cuerpo cuando repica el bongo

hasta que explota el guaguanco

Todos quieren guaguanco

-Todos quieren guaguanco (coro)
De mi guaguanco









-Guaguanco
Que es lo bueno que tengo

-Todos quieren guaguanco

Yo le traigo el guaguanco


-Guaguanco
Si y digalo















-Todos quieren guaguanco

Y digalo digalo digalo





-Guaguanco
Yo le traigo el guaguanco


-Todos quieren guaguanco

Mi guaguanco

Y dice asi

mi gente esta es mi gente admirala

mi gente la rumbera mayor.

Tout le monde veut de la rumba
(P Canzani – D Diaz) V.F.

Mon peuple se réjouit de la rumba

Car
la rumba est son héritage

Histoire écrite avec la passion du tambour

Le plus beau que cette terre nous ait donné par ici

Mon peuple se réjouit de la rumba

Qui vient illuminer tout le patio

Le corps s'adoucit quand résonnent les bongos

Et que soudain explose le guaguanco

Tout le monde veut du guaguanco

De mon guaguanco

Du guaguanco

Je vous apporte le meilleur

Tout le monde veut du guaguanco

Je vous apporte le guaguanco

Guaguanco

Mais oui

Tout le monde veut du guaguanco

Du guaguanco

Mais oui mais oui

Je vous apporte le guaguanco

Tout le monde veut du guaguanco

De mon guaguanco

Et c’est comme ça

Mon peuple

Danseur de rumba