[Verse 1]
Before starting I will give you a few valid points
Rapping against you is like abusing from an invalid
Rapping against you is like leaving an old man breathless
It's like playing look look against Jose Feliciano
You're not real, like a face surgery (you're not real)
Like Sofia Vergara's boobs
You want to know what's real?
Real is that we are getting nailed in the island with fiscal control
Real are the students, the teachers, profesors
The boricuas who work for 4.20 an hour
Real are you daughters, who grew up without you
And even though you are dumb, they keep loving you
Real are the workers mixing gupsum
Real is your mother holding on while you were in prison
Who had to use the soup money
So you could have soap, food, cigarettes and clothes
And look how you repay her, playing hitman
In her name I'll hit you with the whole alphabet
Your plum sized brain
Is the reason why the government needs to stop closing schools
And you owe me one, have you forgotten?
In Querido FBI I critizised the feds who locked you up
Crying for eleven years and with a hurt ass
My brother Oscar Lopez Rivera did 35
For defending your flag in all corners
And you were in prison for selling heroin
What fucking ideal?
Eleven years in which you didn't know the meaning of being early for work
And now you're bored, getting old
Getting rusted in your house, fighting the mirror
Talking alone with the flies, passing the time
Without doing anything, playing with thread balls like cats
And I'm wasting my time
Rapping against a rapper who doesn't know what six by eight is and who is called Tempo
You are fake gold in a pawn shop
You are an Instagram nivel, while I'm on tour
Your crappy rap wrestling
I take it down with a glass of milk and ginger cookies
I go eating little rappers with an empty stomach
I already had you for lunch and it's not even noon
I resucitate Ghandi when I rhyme and I make him do yoga
A Jedi Master, I kill your wihtout a sword like Yoda
And I'm the epicenter of all earthquakes
Because after four years you still have it inside of you
I don't want to be rude with every word I spit
What you need is to get a good group hug
And sorry for the monologue
But I wanted you to see a shining star without calling the astrologers
[Hook]
The madman arrived, like Don Quijote de la Mancha
There's no revenge here, hey
El Residente murdering them on their own playing field
The madman arrived, like Don Quijote de la Mancha
There's no revenge here, hey
El Residente murdering them on their own playing field
[Verse 2]
To all cheap pop reguetón DJ's, take notes
I was raised in Calle 13, I was always a humble guy
By Lake Carraizo, there on the town called Trujillo
From the 13th like Alex Trujillo, but with different paths
With Chezina and Franco el Gorila as neighbours
Writing everyday with no one to back me up
As a kid, a fan of Vico C, MC Cega and Tego Calde
I went to La Perla to rap, under the alley
Carli discovered me, next to Elias de León
And together with White Lion we murdered without taking out a gun
Without a DJ but with a band, we exploded the consoles
With strong lyrics, not being played on the radio
Without bribing the radio stations, always filling the stadiums
They closed the doors for me and let me down
And in the end I was what you failed to be
You've got the YouTube hits that you bought in secret
My brother, we've got the respect
Ask Paul McCartney, who always fills the stadiums
And has 300,000 views in his last video
So take off the crown
Social Networks don's determine the caliber of a person
You claim I made reggaetón?
Then also claim I was tango, bossa nova, cumbia, batucada, mambo
Fusion is the concept
With Calle 13 I gave them half of it and with Residente I?ll give them the rest
It's not about the genre but about the artist
Give a Dembow to Rubén Blades so you see how he breaks the track
I'm an athlete of rapping, I practice every day
With a single rhyme I make you cry and then laugh
Reggaetón talks about unity and when I won all the prizes,
They were the first to rise from their chairs
What did you want me to do? To turn the other cheek?
If you fuck with me you'll get the yellow fever
Punchline combination topping it off on your chin
With me, nightmare end up with shaky knees
What you did was mess up rap in Español
You throw shit upon yourselves, an own goal
The bravest, but the truth is you don't have the balls to go protest for university
Some people call me a hypocrite
How come I´m an independalist who lives in independant countries
I had to leave even if I didn't want to
In order to play in the big leagues I have to play outside
And like Corretjer says
Without a doubt I'm Puerto Rican since I was in a crib, even if I had been born on the moon
And whenever I go to Puerto Rico, I protest and manifest
Because I pay taxes even if I don't live there
To me this is serious, not just to pass the time
I'll rap even if the theatre is empty
Consonant rhymes are the only thing I idolize
And now I say goodbye in a three by four beat
I'm the brakeless train, handing out good venom
Every time I sound like thunder with obscene verses, I fill their minds
The plain alien terrain, I open your head with a barin
Do you understand, do you get it, do you get the vibe, cachai? like a Chilean
I'm at the top, so they pee on themselves, lime green color
When I spit rhymes on any pallet
I don't care about the weather, and to whoever supresses me
And whoever clicks the button, I'll spit some self-esteem on him
I break him to pieces, kill him without bullets
A knee to the testicles, I dispose of them with words
I end all retardment of moralist clowns
More squared than a Picasso
I make a bow with your brain, make way for the bomb
If your heart can't take it, run and get a pacemaker
Listen how I spell out everything I see with my words
With every rap like Galilei, I even make atheists believe again
I beat the little rappers, I hit them
I kick their butts, I make them fart
Look how I stroll through the track, Residente the vocalist
My tongue is ready, it's going 100 mph on the highway
I got the the baladeer rappers and elitist hip-hoppers
Nodding like autistic children
A documentalist of life
I'm a chronicler, screenwriter, an anarchist
Proposing another point of view, a specialist
WhenI get mad I'm so fast that they can't see me, like Speedy Gonzales
My vocals hit harder that state guards
My rhymes have got drown syndrome, they're abnomal
Leaving the MC's in a comma, like vegetables, yo (yo)
[Outro]