Change, out, change, out, change, out

It wasn't just a dream, the cover ninjas in the magazine
Without a thread, I made them review, Stone Rollin'
I put your rage to eat ravioli
Indie, diarrhea management for promoters

Through your ass the ukulele
I'm your personal trainer, it's no good if it doesn't hurt you
They pay payola to insult women,
Houston (Houston) we have radio problems

Sweating, I've earned everything since I was a kid
Since in my neighborhood nothing ever came home
Lukewarm, this is full of Fajardos
They are all the same, I can't tell them apart

Your music is the whore of the party
Anyone dances to it, but no one respects it
Sons of Yatra, their greatest talent is to waste
Daddy's fortune
In my land, I am a prophet

You guys post sold out but give away the tickets
I give rap tutorials, they're called Alcolirykoz
You learn to make money without making a fool of yourself

May rainstorm, you take everything
They saddle my horse, the farm is not for sale
May rainstorm, you take everything
They saddle my horse, the farm is not for sale

This is my land, don't sow tares
In this soil, if a talent grows
They wither it and resell it
Like Monguito El Único, my thorns defend me
My music would be useless in the world if no one is offended

(In rap) you are what you say, it's not just saying
They seem like actresses, terrible roles I turn into origami
They want to blackmail me,
Saying that if I continue like this I will never win a Grammy

For trinkets I didn't come here
They play as eggheads and don't know how to define
Record labels that only know how to buy
They have offered money for my music to make it bad

An industry run by soulless deaf people
Who tell you what to listen to
They hire you for the metadata
They give you an advance of money for your mental delay

Who's peeking in my window? (blao, blao)
It was nobody, pa
Who's that peaking in my window? (bla)
(Nobody) nobody, nah

May rainstorm, you take everything
They saddle my horse, the farm is not for sale
May rainstorm, you take everything
They saddle my horse, the farm is not for sale

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