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Description
The world around him seems to have become a mirror, reflecting airplanes, checks, and chains, but beneath the gleam of metal, a hoarse "I've suffered thru all of this" breaks thru. The beat rumbles like a legend-making workshop, where every line is forged from self-assurance and weariness simultaneously. The words convey a person who didn't just climb to the top, they exploded there, leaving sneaker tracks and envy on the asphalt. There are no prayers for miracles here, only deals with oneself and faith in one's own beast. It's rocking like a steam train driven by ambition, but behind every boastful rhyme hides that same nerve that won't let you relax even with a view of the ocean. The music smells of sweat, smoke, and victory, in which there is nothing accidental.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Es el Duko, you know.
El Duko con el Azan, el Azan con el Jessan, el Jessan con el Duko.
Ya supiste, mami.
Ah. ¡Wuh, wuh!
La firma pa' los cheques y los cheques pa' mí porque yo los gané.
Un departamento en Miami, una casa pa' mamá, el resto lo gasté.
Esperaban que me caiga, no querían que ganara, pero nunca bajé.
Querían cerrar el contrato y tener sus ganancias y se las dupliqué.
El beat lo deshago, lo dejo en partículas, tiro pa'trás como la cutícula. Al lado de mi vida cualquiera es ridícula, me voy pa'
España, rompí la península.
Ustedes en el banco, yo soy el titular, foto portada, yo soy el titular.
Me odio y me amo porque soy un bipolar, dijeron mentiras, no tengo vesícula.
Si quieren trabajo, que me llamen, soy el boss, unos pares ya se fueron, mami, quedaron exposed.
Del avión para los hoteles, de los hoteles pa' los shows, unos pares me llaman la voz de una generación.
Muy buenas opiniones, pero nadie las pidió, me merezco más respeto, fui yo quien lo consiguió.
Ya les había avisado que tenía la bendición, tengo gente que cotiza cuánto vale una oración.
Vale más que tu show, que tu flow, tu carrera, te llenamo' los estadios, mami, eso que toca afuera.
Ya no me pueden frenar, el tren del Duko no espera, estamo' en la cabeza, parecemos la New Era.
Lo mejor de mis versos, Muhammad Ali, mi arte no lo entienden, no jode, Dani.
Cápsula de tiempo pa' subir el ki, mucho -entrenamiento, Super Saiyajin.
-VVS, colores en la chain, como los ositos Haribo.
Mil deseos sin padrino mágico, vuelo al Atlántico, okey. En cada grano de mi fe hay fe de mis fanáticos.
Ahora me dicen leyenda y antes era un lunático.
Rec con el micro, siempre en rec, para musa no existe el horario. De mi estado mental, tributario, honorario.
-Okey.
-Sé que el futuro está en mis pies y lo demuestro a diario. Alimento mi modo diablo, siempre el mal es necesario.
Young Kingz, baby.
Un saludo a todos los fanáticos míos de Argentina.
Estos cabrones están pendientes del resultado y en verdad se olvidan del proceso.
La linda, ¿ah?
Ey, yo me siento Duko en el quinto escalón, ellos roncan y no me llegan al talón. Me veo hijueputa, ¿qué miras, cabrón?
Entré a la cabina fumándome un blunt. Me suena tu estilo, estoy claro, tú tienes talento, yo no, lo mío es un don.
No puedo salir de casa sin condón, sabes que es un trío cuando ando con dos.
Jurado que le pido que bendiga a todos estos envidiosos cuando hablo con Dios.
Avión huele bicho, que andaba roncando, no sé qué pasó, que me vi y se escondió.
Ella no es santa, eso es una satita groupie que por la manada corrió.
Mandarme este ritmo, ¿a quién se le ocurrió? Cuando esté sonando, tú juega tu rol.
Ellos se preguntan cómo es que me sale tan natural, es que pa' esto nací.
Si necesitara, estuviera por ahí pidiendo flow, pero nunca fue así.
Yo me mantengo humilde, fue que cuando a la tarima subí me crecí.
Todas estas putas me quieren usar y yo de bellaco les digo que sí. Los cheques siguen lloviendo, ninguno está rebotando.
Me paso contando dinero, prendiendo y el humo botando.
La gente pagando por verme, las ventas se están agotando.
My tower pegao' desde cuando te duermes y te tiran un trambo.
Estoy viendo a la cabra en el Inter, de estos raperitos yo soy el míster, pero ninguno lo admite. Cabrón, en mi lapiz elite.
Ando arisca'o, cualquiera se la puede buscar, es mejor que eviten.
Con lo que te tranca el tabique o que el -ticket se multiplique.
-VVS, colores en la chain, como los ositos Haribo.
Mil deseos sin padrino mágico, vuelo al Atlántico, okey. En cada grano de mi fe hay fe de mis fanáticos.
Ahora me dicen leyenda y antes era un lunático.
Rec con el micro, siempre en rec, para musa no existe el horario. De mi estado mental, tributario, honorario.
-Okey.
-Sé que el futuro está en mis pies y lo demuestro a diario. Alimento mi modo diablo, siempre el mal es necesario.
English translation
It's the Duko, you know.
The Duko with the Azan, the Azan with the Jessan, the Jessan with the Duko.
You already knew, mommy.
Oh. Whoo, whoo!
He signs for the checks and the checks for me because I won them.
An apartment in Miami, a house for my mom, I spent the rest.
They expected me to fall, they didn't want me to win, but I never went down.
They wanted to close the contract and have their profits and I doubled them.
I undo the beat, I leave it in particles, I throw it back like the cuticle. Next to my life, anyone is ridiculous, I'm leaving for
Spain, I broke the peninsula.
You in the bank, I am the owner, cover photo, I am the owner.
I hate myself and I love myself because I am bipolar, they told lies, I don't have a gallbladder.
If they want a job, call me, I'm the boss, a couple of them have already left, mommy, they were exposed.
From the plane to the hotels, from the hotels to the shows, some peers call me the voice of a generation.
Very good opinions, but no one asked for them, I deserve more respect, I was the one who got it.
I had already told them that I had the blessing, I have people who quote how much a prayer costs.
It's worth more than your show, your flow, your career, we'll fill the stadiums for you, mommy, what's playing outside.
They can't stop me anymore, the Duko train doesn't wait, we're in the head, we look like the New Era.
The best of my verses, Muhammad Ali, they don't understand my art, it doesn't matter, Dani.
Time capsule to raise ki, lots of training, Super Saiyan.
-VVS, colors on the chain, like Haribo bears.
A thousand wishes without a magical godfather, flight to the Atlantic, okay. In every grain of my faith there is faith from my fans.
Now they call me a legend and before I was a lunatic.
Rec with the microphone, always on rec, for muse there is no schedule. Of my mental state, tributary, honorary.
-Okay.
-I know that the future is at my feet and I prove it daily. I feed my devil mode, evil is always necessary.
Young Kingz, baby.
Greetings to all my fans from Argentina.
These bastards are focused on the outcome and really forget about the process.
The pretty one, huh?
Hey, I sit Duko on the fifth step, they snore and they don't reach my heel. I look like a motherfucker, what are you looking at, bastard?
I walked into the booth smoking a blunt. Your style sounds familiar to me, I'm clear, you have talent, I don't, mine is a gift.
I can't leave the house without a condom, you know it's a threesome when I'm with two.
I swear that I ask you to bless all these envious people when I talk to God.
Plane smells a bug, it was snoring, I don't know what happened, it saw me and hid.
She's not a saint, she's a satin groupie who ran through the pack.
Send me this rhythm, who thought of it? When it's playing, you play your role.
They wonder how it comes so naturally to me, this is what I was born for.
If I needed to, I would be out there asking for flow, but it was never like that.
I remain humble, it was that when I got on stage I grew up.
All these whores want to use me and I, like a scoundrel, tell them yes. The checks keep raining, none of them are bouncing.
I spend my time counting money, lighting and blowing smoke.
People paying to see me, sales are drying up.
My tower sticks' since when you fall asleep and they throw a trap at you.
I'm seeing the goat at Inter, of these rappers I am the coach, but none of them admit it. Bastard, in my elite pencil.
I'm uneasy, anyone can look for it, it's better to avoid it.
With what the partition blocks you or the -ticket multiplies.
-VVS, colors on the chain, like Haribo bears.
A thousand wishes without a magical godfather, flight to the Atlantic, okay. In every grain of my faith there is faith from my fans.
Now they call me a legend and before I was a lunatic.
Rec with the microphone, always on rec, for muse there is no schedule. Of my mental state, tributary, honorary.
-Okay.
-I know that the future is at my feet and I prove it daily. I feed my devil mode, evil is always necessary.