Adentro [English translation]

I know my rhymes sometimes cause disgust

When my neurons get running

To the point I even scare myself

My answers can be so aggressive

To the point that the words run away from me

Because they're afraid I will write them

I don't have rifles to kill you

My song is enough

I convert words into ideas like an illusionist

In one line I kill you, break you, hurt you

And in the next I resurrect you

simply by mentioning you.

This is part of my art

That everybody knows

That these rhymes are for you

without having to mention you

I don't do it to avoid the conflict

I do it so I don't make you famous

In countries where nobody knows you.

After seeing how

wars and guerrillas work

Do you think I'm going to be scared of your gang?

Shoot whenever you want to little thug rapper,

Here it's not the biggest thug that wins,

The winner is the smartest.

In your mind you're a "narco"

Wanted by the police

And your pistols are like fantasy unicorns

There's no problem having

imaginary enemies

But there is when the little kids

Think you're a hitman

You haven't known three shits of difficulty

in your life, You've never lacked education

You've never lacked food

If the people in Congo

Had had your opportunities

They'd have graduated from the best universities.

If I take you on a tour to Central Africa

After the war you'd come out singing

Christian songs

There, your tiny rapper clothes,

Your baseball hat, and your thug chain

Melt away in the sun

Or I'll take you through Syria

So you can feel the bombings

And you see how they left little kids without arms

What are you gonna do when your son

Is hit at a disco

And brutally with an AK They blow up his head

Or they blow away the face of your brother

In a violent way

Or that they do your sweetheart

With a snub-nose and a .40

You're an idiot, asshole, rapping

About blowing out brains

In a country where they'll Kill you for a penny

I'm not a saint when I rap

Much less a gentleman

In one moment of rhyming

I hang 10 marines

But in this case it's different inciting disorder

Because when tyranny is law

Revolution is order.

Inside, Inside

Well inside, I leave it inside you.

You wanna shoot? Here's a few puzzles for you:

I'm scared of cockroaches

And lizards

They haven't played me for years

On the fucking radio in Puerto Rico

I've released five albums

And I'm still not rich.

Some call me a communist

One hundred percent radical (demagog)

The ultra right hates me

The ultra left too

My sexual performance

Is down the drain

After laughing at bald people

I no longer have any hair myself

I called the the governor a son of a bitch

And even though he deserved it

Inside I regretted it

And I didn't say it until today

Before understanding inequality between people

I bought a used Maserati

That doesn't run any more.

My credit is fucked

They won't even sell me a coffee

So to make another monthly payment

I prefer to go on foot.

I'm like the boxers

I mismanage my money

I invest everything in my career

Because art comes first.

I'm the slowest of my family

I'm not brilliant, I fight for education

And I was never a good student

I've got a phobia of airplanes

I like politics.

Even though I say I don't care about it,

Criticism hurts me.

My best friend Was killed in a barracks

I've got a lot to write And little paper

My honesty is transparent

You can see right inside me

By just looking me in the face

You can try to shoot me and make the attempt

Although as far as staying honest is concerned,

That’s what I’m best at.

Inside, Inside

Well inside, I leave it inside you.