ROKO ROKO2

[instrumental] [trompeta] [scrach] [beat] (fer's style) [scratch] [broken] [Verse 1] street his aroma fills the air, Roko bakes dreams with a flavor so rare, With flour on his hands, he’s pure inspiration, Mixing life and dough, creating pure sensation. [Pre-Chorus] loaf’s a masterpiece, a work in motion, Breaking every rule—what a rebellious notion! The oven unleashes rhythm in every single beat, Roko’s magic lights up the street and makes us dream. [Chorus] Roko, Roko! Baker with flow, striding with pride, Roko, Roko! Mixing languages, his vibe will never hide, With every bread he bakes, the street bursts in fire, A delinquent beat that never seems to tire. [Verse 2] with a crunchy sound, The scent of fresh bread spreads all around, In his oven, stories wait to be told, Between dough and heat, a new dawn unfolds. [Bridge] knead, Roko feels the passion, Crafting art steeped in deep tradition, Between English and Spanish, his life’s a festival, A rebel with the bread, forever original. [Pre-Chorus] loaf’s a masterpiece, shining bright in the light, With his delinquent touch, he makes every day right, The neighborhood grooves to the rhythm of his creation, Roko’s a legend in every corner of the nation. [Chorus] Roko, Roko! Baker with flow, riding the rhythm of the street, Roko, Roko! Mixing languages and beats, never losing his beat, With his oven and his voice, he always raises the heat, A delinquent baker who makes every moment sweet. [Outro] So raise your hands and feel the magic in the air, Roko’s beats and aromas are there for all to share, Every loaf tells a story, a reason to celebrate, The oven rebel: Roko, who makes our spirits elevate!