​caminando en la nieve (Orestes Gomez & Nick Hook’s Versión) Run The Jewels (Ft. Akapellah, Apache Las Minas & Pawmps)

[Verse 1: El-P & Pawmps]
Get a dose, a dirty code to go, been cold since Co-Flow
Got a wire or two unlodgin', I'll set a fire down below
I'll hang it up when you say, "Sorry, I didn't know"
Prolly got a year or ten to go, so let's go
I don't really know how to go slow
Deje de caminar en la nieve
Goddamn, that motherfucker's cold (Ayy)
You in the wrong mode, you open and closin' your hole, it's a no go
This whole world's a shit moat, filled to the brim like Gitmo
When you think it don't get mo' low it limbo 'til the sticks on flo'
All oppression's born of lies, I don't make the rules, I’m just one guy
All due respect, if getting spit on's how rеspect is now defined
Hungry for truth but you got scrеwed and drank the Kool-Aid, there's a line
It end directly at the edge of a mass grave, that's their design
Funny fact about a cage, they're never built for just one group
So when that cage is done with them and you still poor, it come for you
The newest lowest on the totem, well golly gee, you have been used
You helped to fuel the death machine that down the line will kill you too (Oops)
Pseudo-Christians, y'all indifferent, kids in prisons ain't a sin? Shit
If even one scrap of what Jesus taught connected, you'd feel different
What a disingenuous way to piss away existence, I don't get it
I'd say you lost your goddamn minds if y'all possessed one to begin with

[Verse 2: Akapellah]
Lo que sea for my team to play
Soy como Curry, voy de mi streak
Voy abajo pa' un par de puntos, pero siempre hago el triple faltando seis
Esas Gucci que tiene son fake
Eso que fuman no es purple haze
Eso que beben no es lean, no
Eso es jarabe pa' no toser
To'as esas perras dicen que me aman, pero igual mañana puede serme infiel
Ese negro dice ser mi amigo, pero solo quiere comer mi pastel
No confió en ningún maldecido que no haya comido sobre mi mantel
Fuckin' mundo cruel
Discrimina mi color de piel
Tengo el cora frío como el Ártico
Ahora dicen que soy antipático
Muchos falsos salieron del ático
Y decían que eran mis fanáticos, son de plástico
Cuando arranco, ya no hay quien me pare
Valentino Rossi, me dicen The Doc
Tengo flow pa' Colo parezco de Conto
A mí no me ganan niguno 'e estos tontos
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