Adentro [English translation]

I know my rhymes sometimes make people

uncomfortable,

when my neurons start running,

even I get scared.

My answers can be so

agressive,

that even lyrics run away from me,

because they fear that I write them.

I have no guns to kill you

it's enough with a track.

I turn lyrics into ideas, like

an illusionist.

With just a line I kill you, I break you,

I hurt you, and in the next one,

I bring you back to life

by naming you.

That's a part of my art,

to let everyone know

these rhymes are for you even without

saying your name.

And I'm not hiding it to avoid fight,

it's just I don't want to make you famous

in the countries where no one knows you.

I've already seen how

war and guerrillas work,

do you think I'll be scared

of your gang?

Shoot when you want, little malicious

rapper,

here, criminals don't win,

wins the cleverest.

In your head, you're a drug dealer,

and police looks for you,

and your guns are like

unicorns.

Pure fantasy.

I don't mind that you have

some imaginary enemies,

but I do when little kids

think that you're a hitman.

You haven't went through a fucking

real difficulty.

In your whole life, you had school,

you had food.

If the people from Congo

had the same opportunities you had,

they'll be graduating from the

best colleges.

If I take you to the

African central,

after the war, you'll be out

singing christian songs.

Your little rapper outfit,

your little baseball cap, and your

little crook's chain

get melt by the sun.

Or should I take you to Syria,

so you can feel the bombs,

to let you see how

little kids

were left without arms?

What would you do when your kid

gets caught at the disco

and, without mercy, an AK

blows his head off?

Or what would you do when your brother's face

gets erased in a brutal way?

Or when your sweetheart

gets killed with a .40mm?

You're a stupid asshole rapping

about blowing brains out,

in a country where you get killed

when you steal a dime.

I'm not a saint while rapping,

of course I'm no knight.

Sometime while I was rhyming,

I hung ten sailors.

But that's a different case, I incited

chaos,

because when tyranny is law,

revolution is order.

[chorus]

Inside, inside,

I shoved it inside of you.

So you want to fight? I have some

riddles for you.

I get scared by cockroaches,

and by lizards.

My music won't play

in Puerto Rico's fucking radio for years,

I've released five albums,

and I'm still not rich.

Some people call me communist,

demagogue, a hundred percent.

The far right hates me,

the far left too.

My sexual performance

is lowest as the floor.

After I made fun of bald men,

my hair is falling off.

I called the Governor a "son of a bitch",

and even if he deserved it,

inside, I regret it

and never told anyone until now.

Before I understood inequality

of people,

I bought a Maserati.

It was second-hand, and now it doesn't work.

My credit is fucked,

I can't even buy a coffee.

That's why to pay another month,

I rather go on foot.

I'm like boxers,

I can't handle money.

I invest everything I have in my career,

because art comes first.

I'm the slowest in my family,

I'm not very bright. I fight

for education

and I was never a good student.

I'm scared of planes.

I like politics.

And even if I say that I don't care,

criticism hurts me.

My best friend

was killed in a police station.

I have so many things to write,

but so little paper.

My honesty is transparent,

you can see through me

with just looking at me.

And you can fight me

and give your best shot,

but, to be honest,

I'm the best at this.

[chorus]

Inside, inside,

I shoved it inside of you.