I'm the Residente
The highest exponent of sin
I'm lucky
If they knew what's in my head
They'd give me the death penalty
I'm not a Christmas candy inside a stocking
I'm not cookies and cream
I'm the one who goes to your house to piss in your garden
Even if I don't have anyone to fight, I'm always in the ring
I've fucked up, but I always land on my feet
As you like it everywhere I keep standing out
Let he who is free of sin throw the first stone
I get deep when I'm drunk
And I scare them because they know that I'm armed
With my fingers on the computer
Making friction with the keyboard
Spitting lyrics on the computer
In the notebook or on the napkin
I'm more dangerous than a religious fanatic with two shotguns
I hear voices every time I turn off the lights
When I ask myself what you don't ask yourself
For that sometimes the verses that I write
Make it so that the nails of the cross come out of Jesus Christ
I'm Jack in The Shining
A lyrical ripper, a predator
The one who puts them in the dining room
On top of the cutting board and eats them without a fork
I'm the doors in an elevator
When they don't open in the middle of an earthquake
The pain that the doctor can't cure
An abuser of rappers like a pastor
Preacher, when he abuses a minor
I'm a sinner
Because I only pray when the airplane shakes
Because I'm not what the people want me to be
Because I don't believe in things until I see them
I'm going against the tide
And I don't believe in Hell, nor in Heaven
Nor in the stories of the Holy Ground
One lives what the story maintains
When I die I'm going to be fertilizer for the plants
And the worms of the earth rise
They eat my body, they can't stomach it
And my spirit transplants itself
In the room of your kids
And at night scares them with their teddy bears
I'm a sinner because I have to calm myself with pills from the pharmacy
To not kill those fucking Youtubers
Who make comedy for Instagram and don't give thanks
I'm a sinner because my only virtue is that I'm full of defects
I love offending those who want to protect your intellect
With their political correctness
I'm a sinner because I'm not faithful
In my head I have a brothel
And the sex I have is politically incorrect
Like a lower class hotel
Bodies filled with honey with cake cream
I assume my role of giving it to them all in the ass
With the temper of a stepfather
Who has to raise a kid that isn't his
I'm a sinner, because I don't support those
Trap singers and reggaeton singers that from the stands
Want to eat the world, the sun and the moon
But their lyrics are drowned with an olive
I have the vaccine, for those that fuck up music and make a fortune
I put them to sleep in a cradle
I take away their famine when in their faces
I scratch one up like Ozuna
I make music even if I don't make money
It's better that they remember me because I express myself
Spitting punchlines in excess
Because I have more bars that a prison for prisoners
I leave them stiff when I spit lines with more weight
Than an obese sumo wrestler
Wrapped in a flour taco with cheese
For that, I'm a sinner
Because rapping without genuflecting I confess
I don't know the ground because I always fly
In the orchestra of violins I'm the cello
El Residente, always different
There's no twin, nothing parallel in this game
I'm the salt that changes the flavor of caramel
When my words cover the face with a bandana, I do my best
Dropping hits online I'm Canelo
With my tools I dismantle them
Like a starving thief dismantles a latest model car
From the farm jealous springs up in all those baby chicks
Because they look at me with longing when they look up to Heaven
And even before that the pain starts
Now they smell like death like a great-grandfather
This is my plaza and if you trespass
My tongue like a snake without arms strangles them when it hugs them
Because El Residente goes too far with those kids
Like the ones Michael Jackson raped in his house
The majority are the Kidsbop Rockstars
Taken from a kid band
Trying to be hostile for their profile picture
I laugh at them like Janiero de Brazil
A ferocious gang of dumbasses without a voice
They're chinese rice without rice, they're hello and goodbye
Their races end fast, quickly
Like premature ejaculation
They fall like dominos when the vein in my forehead pops out
I make them shit, terracota colored
Those idiots, with the tattooed face
I light them on fire easily just like Cypress lights up the weed
I'm a sinner, with lots of victories and zero loses
Those who criticize my rap, they go behind my balls
Because my rhyme when it walks, it floats on top of the water
They follow me although I'm in bankruptcy
Without money for the quota
In Spanish rap we put on the boots
I'm a sinner, because today hip-hop
Is written with J