Adentro [English translation]

I know that sometimes my rhymes generate dislikes,

When my neurons run even myself get scared.

My answers can be so aggressive

That even the letters run from me

Because they're scared for me to write them.

I have no rifle to kill you

It's enough [weapon] the track

I turn lyrics into ideas like an illusionist (magician)

In one rhyme I kill you, I fracture you and I injure you

And in the next one I revive you

When I name you

That's part of my art

Everyone gotta know it

That these rhymes are for you

Without mention you

And I don't do this to avoid the fighting

I do this to don't make you famous

In those countries where no one knows you.

After seeing how works the wars and the partisan warfare

Do you think I fear bout your gang?

Shoot whenever you want little thug rapper

Here doesn't wins the most malefactor

But the most witty.

In your head you're a narco

Wanted for police

And your guns are like

Unicorns of fantasy.

There's no problem that you have

Imaginary enemies

But yes [there's problem] bout the kids

May think that you're a hitman

You haven't lived 3 shit of difficulty

In your life

You didn't lack of food, you didn't lack of education

If the people from Congo

Would have had your opportunities

They would be graduated from the best universities

If I take you in a tour to Central African

After the war you come singing

Christian lyrics

In there your rapper clothes,

Your cap of baseball and your gang chainlet

[They] melt under sun.

Or I take you to Syria

For you to feel the bombarding

And you see how those bombarding injured to

The children without arms

What will you do when your son

Get surprised on the disco

And without any warning

They explode his head with an Ak 47?

Or if they erase your brother face

With a violent mode

Or they clean your mom with the shorty and the fourty

You're idiot asshole rapping

Bout how to blow brains

In a country where they kill you

To robber you a peso

I'm not a saint rapping

Much less I'm gentleman

In some time ago rhyming

I hung ten sailors

But in that case is different

To incite the disorder

Because when the tyranny is law

The revolution is order

[Chorus]

Inside, inside

Very inside, I put it very inside you* (x4)

Do you want to respond?

Here I leave you a couple of riddles

I have fear to the cockroaches and the lizards

They don't put my music on the fucking radio

Since years in Puerto Rico

I have released five albums

And yet I'm not rich.

Some call me communist

Demagogue hundred per cent

The ultra right hates me

The ultra left too

My sexual performance

It's damn low

After I laughed on the bald

I'm lacking of hair

I told son of the bitch to the governor

And though he deserved it

In my inner self I regret it

And I didn't tell it til today.

Before understand the inequalities of the persons

I bought an used Mazeratti(car)

And now it doesn't works

I've the credit fucked up

Neither a coffee they sell me

That's why instead of paying other monthly payment

I prefer to walk.

I am like the boxers

I manage the money pretty bad

I invest all in my career

Cause the art is in the first place

I am the slowest of my family

I'm not brilliant, I fight for education

And I was never a good student.

I have fobia bout the aeroplanes

I like the politic

And I don't like the criticism though

It hurts me

My best friend was killed in a barracks

I have much to write and not much paper for

My honesty is transparent color

You can see my inside

With just looking me face to face

You can try to respond me

And try an attempt

Though to be honest

I am the best in this.

[Chorus]

Inside inside

Very inside, I put it very inside you (x7)