[Verse 1: Cartagena champeta female MC, quick and proud over punchy drums and the bright guitar riff] Eche, Saturday in Getsemaní, the street is shut with chairs Two picós on two corners, and the speakers stacked like stairs On the left there's El Rey, painted gold, with lightning on the side Twenty years he's ruled this block, and twenty years of pride On the right there's mine, La Fiera, painted green and half his size And a woman at the mixer, and you see it in their eyes Every champeta battle's won with one thing and one thing alone A record no one else has got, a song no one else owns El Rey's got cousins flyin' records in from every port and coast And he shouts his name on every one, that's what he loves the most [Hook: Cartagena champeta female MC, full band, heavy picó bass, chanted] Exclusiva, nobody on the coast has got this one Not the king across the street, not the radio, not anyone I don't sign with nobody, and I don't bow to a crown Exclusiva, me and this record, nobody's passin' us around [Verse 2: Cartagena champeta female MC, faster, guacharaca scrapin' in the gaps] Midnight, he's ahead, and the crowd is leanin' gold Every record that he drops, the street goes up, the street goes bold Eche, two a.m., my crates are empty, I got one thing in my bag A record that I made myself, in my kitchen, with a rag Stuffed under the door so the neighbors wouldn't hear me sing Pressed one copy at a shop downtown, one copy, just the thing [Breakdown: Cartagena champeta female MC, guitar and tambora, the picó bass waitin'] Picó, are you ready, picó, can you hold One more song that nobody has heard, and nobody's sold [Hook: Cartagena champeta female MC, full band, heavy picó bass, chanted] Exclusiva, nobody on the coast has got this one Not the king across the street, not the radio, not anyone I don't sign with nobody, and I don't bow to a crown Exclusiva, me and this record, nobody's passin' us around [Verse 3: Cartagena champeta female MC, speaker-wall hit, when her record drops the picó bass hits so heavy the whole wall shakes, then the band slams in] So I drop it, and it's me, my voice, ten speakers tall And the street goes quiet half a second, then it hits the wall El Rey's selector's diggin' through his crates to find the song But it was never on a crate, it's been inside of me all along He can fly 'em in from Kingston, he can fly 'em off the moon But he can't fly in a woman singin' in her kitchen with a spoon And the crowd is chantin' La Fiera, and the gold one's goin' dark Eche, nobody's got this record, and nobody's got this spark [Final Hook: Cartagena champeta female MC, full band, heavy picó bass, chanted] Exclusiva, nobody on the coast has got this one Not the king across the street, not the radio, not anyone I don't sign with nobody, and I don't bow to a crown Exclusiva, me and this record, nobody's passin' us around [End]
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