Mezcla y masterización por Frank Goldfingers en Goldfingers Studio .

Somos todo y nada , recuérdalo.
We are Everything just as we are nothing, never forget.

Enredaderas

Enredaderas (Prod. AZ Croniko)

HEART( BUFFON 2018)/ Majada- Bruxelles @belsdc

CHORUS: 
 
 It is easy to part ways, one piece of me said to another. 
How hard it is to love yourself when you are used to suffering. 
Repairing ourselves became stopping and repeating.  
To be able to escape first you must know how to get out.

FIRST VERSE: 
 
The best exercise is to detach, to love again without end. 
 And my challenge: not allowing myself to get lost. 
 Staying still without running away.  
 Before destroying myself, I said I love you and the echo answered. 
 Since then I’ve kept silence, like Mr. Bean.  
 
I don’t waste energy on pretending. 
I flowed again with the future.  
I look at the jasmine and I listen to a violin. 
 I forgot to live prisoner of showing off. 
It is a subtle pleasure, beating doesn't hurt anymore.  
However, I spend the day tired, the night comes, and I can't sleep.  
 
Love represents me. 
After months without snacks I tried to relieve the storm and here you see me. 
I value my whole being. 
 I come back from the oceans, like Michael Phelps  
Now every breath nourishes. 
 
Love cannot be stopped. 
Hatred is useless, like covering to breastfeed.  
How are you going to forget the person who made you fly?  
Even if there was an end. 
Her eyes hide the sea and I could drown, but her lips tasted like home. 
 
CHORUS: 
 
How easy is it to separate, one part of me said to another? 
How hard it is to love yourself when you are used to suffering.  
Fixing myself became stopping and flourishing.  
To be able to escape, first you must know how to get out.

SECOND VERSE: 
 
It ended but I'm not going to destroy myself.  
I already assimilated that the only simile I have it's the word suffering.  
Happiness said to my hope “we have to go”. 
And there I cried, like Italy for Pirlo. 
 
I will continue. 
If I lose my breath I won't be in a lack of attempts, 
I do it for myself to be able to live free. 
Exhausted, I served my heart as food to bite the bullet, like in the stories. 
And it is true, I don't promise anymore. 
 
It is a pleasure to know the port, 
but I feel like the Titanic because I was the only witness of my sinking.  
In slow times of lament, I lick my scar. 
Only the moment exists, and I deserve to be happy. 
 
I already sank and went afloat, 
with the lungs full of love, in an ocean of pain. 
I live far from resentment, I'd rather go with the flow. 
Learning is better than forgetting.  
Breathing is feeding.  
Hatred is no need for me, when love is unstoppable.

Rec and mix by S.E.Q.

BUFFON

Corazon

01. Cabeldi - Corazón (Prod. Savoy)

Mark

Marquitos, how are you?

Chorus: x4 
You can see me if you are Mark Zuckerberg.
You can see me. 
You can see me if you are Mark Zuckerberg.

First verse:

Do you want to rap like me? Fujitsu.
I’m doing Kung-Fu in between happiness and depression.
I eat the roof (because I can’t sleep)
Others eat Makisu.
Her exhale overflowed the cup.
Without reading I give you a lesson.

Don’t throw beef throw tiramisu.
Even with tutu I would treat you from you to you.
It is not that I’m missing attitude, I live on a cross.
I do this to avoid being in a coffin.

Far from possession, value who you have, or you’ll lose it.
The year hasn’t grown any more since a couple of World Cups back.
Without contacts to be the boss.
 I only try to love knowing that if you give a hand with good intentions some are going to pull on it.

Grateful of seeing Buffon and Iniesta play.
Studying, like number one I’m good at stopping.
Like Andres Iniesta I’m an expert on passing.
Love is loving, no matter what genitals.
It is normal to protest.
Women talk because the murdered ones can’t speak.

Chorus: x4 
You can see me if you are Mark Zuckerberg.
You can see me. 
You can see me if you re Mark Zuckerberg.

Second Chorus: x2
He sees me with happiness, Mark Zuckerberg.
He can see me, he spies on us, it’s Mark Zuckerberg.
He sees me and my family, Mark Zuckerberg.
With cold blood he can see me, it’s Mark Zuckerberg.

Second verse:
We all are afraid of being alone.
I live in a monologue.
The fear and the ego are friends, they usually say “I’m in control” (I’m good).
That prison is a consequence of pain.
The key is to unwind, even if you change colors, like a leaf in Fall.

Hatred advised me to focus on appearances.
I contemplated her response, but no, thank you, I train patience.
There are people that don’t show their magic first,
I know because 	I’m like that because for x circumstances.
And oh man!
I doubt I’m the only one!

And don’t say: “Nothing”
Because I’ve been half an hour trying to know why you are mad.
Put away your claws.

You’ll stay encased if you try to fit in.
The bags of my eyes came out pricy, they should indemnify me (I should get a financial compensation.)

My inside won, and I talked to her again, like an alcholic ends up in bar.
And she hit my black heart like the last pool ball (8 ball).
This is gas and I’m going to fire it up.
I live in the present, I’m no longer going to wait.
That is why I celebrate that I shine again.
 
Chorus: x4 
You can see me if you are Mark Zuckerberg.
You can see me. 
You can see me if you re Mark Zuckerberg.

Second Chorus: x2
He sees me with happiness, Mark Zuckerberg.
He can see me, he spies on us, it’s Mark Zuckerberg.
He sees me and my family, Mark Zuckerberg.
With cold blood he can see me, it’s Mark Zuckerberg.

Rec and mix by S.E.Q . Majada - Bruxelles

Mark

03. Cabeldi - Mark (Prod. Savoy)

Khali

Intro :

Bonjour, bonsoir
J’espère que vous allez bien.
Je ne vais pas me présenter car je n’ai pas encore de nom de rappeur
et j’suis en feat
avec Cabeldi .
Ce genre de connection Belgo-Espagnole
(Cabeldi :) Belgo-espanol? No he escuchado es palabra en mi vida .
C’est partis hein (skrt skrt) .

Ced’s verse :

Lumière sur mon monde,
3e fois qu’je tombe .
Mélange le sirop
n’en fais pas de trop .
Tu prends l’ascenseur
pour le paradis, 
T’es bloqué au 3e
t’es avec Elie
Gouttes de sueur en sang
ça coule aisément . 
Shit ou beuh tu prends
tant qu’ces relaxant
Des marques au fer rouge
sur ton petit coeur .
J’t’appelle tu réponds 
à n’importe quelle heure .

Prend cette pilule pas de bad trip.
Style de combat à la ip man
Tu flex en clip mais t’as pas d’frique .
J’vend pas d’cachets pas de biff sale.

T-max arrière sur le bitumen .
Ça frotte ça chauffe t’as la vie dure . 
Respecte les règles et les coutumes .
J’suis devant/derrière j’ai la bite dure .

Dans ma vibe, dans ma classe, dans mon monde, dans mon tieks, dans mon cercle, dans mon bref .
Tu n’sras jamais invité (x2)

J’ai fais des choses dont je suis pas fier .
Comme la fois ou j’ai fais pleurer ma mère .
Pour elle j’pourrais partir en guerre .
C’est la personne la plus importante sur terre .

Pull up en clio bientot Bentley .
9 saisons au top comme Benze .
J’vois des rageux on m’dit Baise-les .
Personne pour m’influencer .

J’ai les yeux rouges à 00h .
Il faut qu’tu bouges à midi.
Tu l’sais pas mais t’es un iencli .
T’as cru tjrs cru que c’était gratuity .
Tout en puissance Mazerrati .
Tout en finesse Lamborghini .
Percer sans le 92i
Jeune argent aime Bruxelles vie .

Cabeldi's verse:

We go out for some drinks,
The beers have 12% (alcohol).
We explore places,
Now you re feeling relaxed.
Watch out
Relax on the streets,
There are militants that are strapped.
On the count of 3,
you’re super faded,you see?
I ve already warned you.

I’m vegan
that s why dont have pico de gallo.
I live healthy,
But during the summer or weekends
we empty the cags.
An hibrid human with drunkness included.
A friend acts like Cupid.
They dont have cocido (soup)
but they usually baked.

I come in peace.
Trap to be on a trip (you know what I mean).
You ask me for smoke
I act stupid like Leti (The Spanish Queen, Leticia).
Great Khali, Great Khali	.
Experts in every great hit.
They bring it prepared prepaid.
They attract eyes.
They don’t drink at all.

Greens like Betis.
Okapi old readers.
Chill, you went overboard like Tuenti.
Captain of the capital?
Smoke cigarettes in Pitis.
I love like a hippie
with the power of graffiti.
Let’s have more than 2 shots,
infinites like Pi (π).
You practice intense drinking of 40s,
like Pipi (Pippi Longstocking)

Sometimes its better to not have a heart
like the Tinman (The wizard of Oz).
But I’m not capable of doing it,
I wish, Tata.
I wake up every certain times
and that’s what life is about.
Now Double Malta tastes like Mixta (a soft blonde beer with lemon).
Let me insist, even if you act like you’re smart
You’re still paying for the Infantas drinks.

Our hotbox ends in Chicago.
Formula 1, good quality like Valor chocolate.
In class they used to say how stressful!
And I would answer for me its two.
Philosophy in Archimedes style:
Stuck using the lever theory.                           
Harry pass me that Ron (rum)
I bring the gas in Spanish.
Do you drink?
Do you watch Pocoyo?
I don’t drink a little.

Ced’s Chorus :


Tu vides ton chargeur,
j’me vide dans ta soeur .
Maintenant quand j’appelles
c’est le répondeur .
Ouvre moi mon Coeur ,
sans toi j’ai trop peur .
Vu que j’suis perdu.
J’cherche de la hauteur .

T’as joué avec moi 
comme si j’étais un pion .
3 ans sont passés j’suis en reconstruction .
Ne me rappelle pas.
J’veux pas d’ton pardon.
Si tu penses à moi,
C’est qu’tu m’aimes au fond .

Rec and mix by S.E.Q . Majada - Bruxelles

Khali

04. Cabeldi Ft. Ced - Khali (Prod. Savoy)

Tears of fire
Chorus :

Tears of fire
My blind interior.
I burn now,
We’ll see later.

Tears of fire
My blind interior.
I burn now,
We’ll see later.

First chorus:

I know I don’t look okay.
In my Contemporary Hip-Hop
Tears are the fifth element.
I would like to smile but I feel dead.
I would like to exit but I don’t accept that concept.

I try to sleep but I can’t.
I try to continue but I can’t.
This hole is absorbing me and it’s not a game anymore. 
I try to extinguish that fire with my tears.

I just want to be okay.
I see it dark like Essien. (I don’t really feel hope)
I’m closer to 0 than to 10.
Should I uncover this well to breath more air 
or should I drown in sobbing when nobody else looks.

Maybe I see it black because my eyes are closed.
Maybe I’m blind.
I live drowned.
But I continue like that until I don’t mind being tired
and if you ask me I answer quiet.

I never met a live person that lived in a grave,
that didn’t lie down because his interior gets demolished.
That with no complaints goes from storm to tundra.
Never say never
But as a kid I learned: never say never.

Will this be forever?
I don’t ask anyone, but all I do is question myself.
From time to time words of wicker ring my minds bell:
“I must be really strong to be able to destroy myself.”

Chorus :

Tears of fire
My blind interior.
I burn now,
We’ll see later.

Tears of fire
My blind interior.
I burn now,
We’ll see later.

Second verse:

I think I’m not motivated.
I’m living deep, but the nothingness has caught me.
Only if I feel bad I put a coat on.
My aura protects me, and I walk with my past beside me.

I’m mined like Angola, like a striker with no goals.
At one in my head the tumble begins.
Talking in the mist without reaching conclusions.
I am a field of a single flower, call me moonflower.

Far from aggression, I live in the depth.
I usually swim in the sea,
in that place where only when you close your eyes you can see.
If you look at your wound
maybe we can say hello.

Pruning my insides, taking care of the botanical garden.
I must improve before it's chronic.
I live creating in a perpetual way.
And how ironic:
I practice suicide in each lyric

It is my way of life, I smile and kiss the scar.
She knows where to go.
It is an intense shadow: licorice.
It gives discomfort to be able to obtain a prey that to dilute and thus its end begins.
Gifts discomfort to be able to get a prey to dilute.
And that is how the end begins

Chorus :

Tears of fire
Mi blind interior.
I burn now,
We’ll see later.

Tears of fire
Mi blind interior.
I burn now,
We’ll see later.

Rec and mix by S.E.Q . Majada - Bruxelles

Lagrimas de fuego

06. Cabeldi - Lágrimas De Fuego (Prod. Spyce)

Tuve / I had
Chorus:

Life is to grow; the solution is to fly.
To be born again with the emotion to fly.

Life is to grow; the solution is to fly.
To be born again with the emotion to fly.
 
Life is to grow; the solution is to fly.
Learning again with the emotion to create.

Life is to grow.
If I don’t have roots anymore, the solution is to fly.
Learning again with the emotion to create.
To be born again with the emotion to fly.

First verse:

I become deaf like who held back their fear against the wall, fallen, demolished.
He couldn’t look ahead in a continuous manner,
absorbed by his own nucleus.
A second away from leaving everything behind.

He has already left his previous state, changing the smile for pain.
It doesn’t matter shirt, laugh, or smell. 
Sees all the same color.

Bad day, that lasts for months, a while…
In front of his family is an opaque glass.
He carries something harmful and addictive in his inside, but he defends it like a guard at a tabaco shop.

I have so much time… Feels like I can touch how I lose it.
My grief, perceptible to the touch, covers my boat.
In a slow weeping I discovered the depth of the puddle.

This is a labyrinth where they paint differently every day because there is no way out.
Where those who avoid themselves are the ones that look at you. 
And they will throw their rage at you with lies.
But their rage is only an attempt of running away from their nightmare.

Don’t let yourself fall,
live in your own way.
And if you fall you can always continue in a wheelchair.

Even if nothing goes on wheels.


Even if you do ten thousand laps in the same sphere.
They have destroyed my soul,
but I still believe that love is the only thing worthwhile.

I’m treating the pain face to face,
and the first step is to forget the hate.
And keep in mind that I’m forgetful,
but I forget everything except her name and what she did.

I’m watering my insides with tears,
and from dead trees pages are flowering.
I walk forward and with no weapon,
because there is nothing stronger that an honest being and its present.

With this face that drags bags on its eyes,

I lost the trace of my light smile.
Maybe the moon affects my tide
because if the night comes
my tears get agitated.
 
Second chorus:

Life is to grow; the solution is to fly.
Learning again with the emotion of creating.
 
Life is to grow.
If I don’t have roots anymore, the solution is to fly.
To be born again with the emotion of creating.
Learning again, the solution is to fly.

END.
Para todas las personas que lloran de noche.

Rec and mix by S.E.Q . Majada - Bruxelles

Tuve

07. Cabeldi - Tuve (Prod. Syndrome)

Keylor 
Life is full of colors although I wear black .
I say faded  “see you soon” and I'm glad . 
I'm about to give the magazine to my in-laws with the cover of
 “La Manada” and the wolves .
Pigs! 
 
Let's see their reaction.
To explain the situation,
as serious as a breakdown, 
they will need translation. 
 
Some people are crazy.
 I come from Majada.
If I get ditched I beat around the bush.
Stood up. 
 
I believe in love but I know the pain.
I believe in creating as I believe in suffering.
I believe in saying no, but not in honor .
And pain is not optional but suffering is.
And I continue like that . 
 
Don't look for problems with me. Loving is my slogan.
I have proved the theorem. Simple like Leo,
Teo made the scheme for me.
The thing is love is what is worth it. 
 
I live in silence.
I have her stockings and my resources . 
Her legs are my remedy . 
 
There is no average price for appreciation.
Without fear of losing everything,
I’ll figure out a solution. 
 
I lose my smartphone in silent mode and then I can't find it. 
I'm so close to the ground that I celebrate San Cemento.
I tone my method in terms of my foundation .
I passed the point of no return but I'm returning. 
 
 I talk to myself and I leave it on read.
Cheeky, that happens for being a smart ass.
In the end I get dressed.
The opposite of Iniesta, I don’t care if I don't assist.
We are infinite, I insist. 

 
I'm crazy ( like a sprinkler) from crying so much.
I used my crying to water my insides.
The tears are daughters of anxiety.
I have one life, one chance. 
 
I write memories because I  have no memory .
I fill pages, creating my trajectory.
Alphabet: I give you my lyrics (letters ) as a gift. And it tastes like glory.
Only without resentment history will be a victory. 
 
We agree to disagree, like a divorce.
The appearance is more important than being unique.
Innocence said goodbye to us.
I live elegance with faces far from hatred. 
 
I love her even in her absence. I’m attracted by her essence.
She has elegance and her laugh an audience.
I 'm not a prisoner of beliefs.
The universe is the only rival that can give her a competition.

That’s why she has her space, unwilling to any price.
I met her and there were signs of a fictional painting.
She appreciates silence.
She likes the way I pronounciate.
Her smile is a palace. 
And from the sunrise to the sunset. 
 
She appeared, and it seemed as if the drama disappeared.
She has the same name as a branch.
Loved and branched out.
Magnificent, magnetic body, increasing my appetite.
Volcanic rock, and I tripled. 
 
She dedicates her beautiful factory to small pieces.
I place myself in the most intimate pain.
From that place I recite.
Her march will be like a meteorite upon arrival 
or the retirement of your favorite player. 

Rec and mix by S.E.Q

Keylor Remix

08. Cabeldi - Keylor Remix (Prod. Spyce)

BUFFON OUT NOW. 
Somos todo y nada, recuérdalo.

We are everything just as we are nothing, never forget.

 Majada - Bruxelles

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