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Contando ovejas

Mc Unabez:
A fifty in the bush
Hut, camera, guards, we are just
I do not scare, look for the perfect profile
Prepare the gun pointed straight to the neck
I slowly slid down the wall
Without haste, lock, force calculation, shield, we are within
Alarm box, pliers, Napoleon, knock knock at the door
Shh shh, camouflage, action
Discretion in the hallway, handy with a hammer
Pillo brightness, easy, and I
Just think of that vault full
Full opera, Vicuña Mackenna
Escape bars, coins
Muffler, blind music, glass drill
No bark, obvious
On the way the strips, I go out and fail
Fled with the loot and paaaa

Matiah Chinaski:
Last night I dreamed I dreamed of you
Pinochet was alive
And that internet voting as a reality live pa
Camping wheat spiders my only witnesses
I am a cane pallador without forgetting Torch
Scream, rotten sound, my subscription
You are not a villain, you're sold
Stunned the way I look at the globe
You will sobas the spine to fool and I do not buy more this script
And in the world or shitting fornicate with condom
The torment of redeeming instrument
At the moment I lose patience and humor
I want to be the destroyer pa transform creator
Create chaos, yes sir, desarmao battalion

(Chorus)
daydream
We traveled rather slow
we look
We go there is still time
That fool rushes
It hastens the uncertain world
Fog, can not see me and I can not see them

Pancho Proz:
I'm on a direct airship to the world of herbs
Different strains do not expect pa giving honey to taste
I have no hurry and let me know that in this world
The visa expired and you only pay with our laughter
If you know, ships traveling mons
You know I'm the captain in this dream
You do not know that I can turn the direction I want
Not sure who only pretend to find you and take flight
Reaching the bullet to detonate
Nothing has happened to every evil in such a beautiful way to sigh
I go by the sea in search of love
And every couple of predatory lights give the move

What's the difference?
Who cares?
Who cares?
Who cares?

John Lackland:
Who cares if this profession is noble?
Compare feudal Edinburgh where
The price of faith turn hides a respect for oak
We do not seek fame or merely ephemeral cantinas
With wax empty plastic mines clay
Acoustics, dream biology and Graphics
Wake her up, come late to the world and it is magic
Make it poetry, bring her back to the day
And give me an ounce of his letters, I'll smoke with Matiah
Teach future and algebra, humanism and fi
The exact word to tour their anatomy
That fool rushes
The world ends and I begin
Ironic as Naughty
And they would say and do not think

(Chorus)
daydream
We traveled rather slow
we look
We go there is still time
That fool rushes
It hastens the uncertain world
Fog, can not see me and I can not see them