I'm a little uneasy as I watch over the urban genre
Peeking out like a crocodile in the Nile River
Settling a couple of accounts
Waiting before Milo arrives
Sitting in a chair under an umbrella in a tank top
With the dog biting my sneakers
Burping tortillas and toast with butter
Aiming at the horizon with a sightless rifle
While talking to myself like Don Quixote
With beer foam on my mustache
Waiting for these hot dogs to come out of the cabin
Like a sprout, before their boat sinks
But as always, the crap floats
I'm ready to give these blowhards
Until my cartridge runs out
Today I knock down their marketing in one go
Like we knocked down Christopher Columbus' statues
I break this scrap
Like a rocker in the 80s breaking his guitar
With Resi you get dirty
Even my verses became alcoholic
Because there are too many bars
I come from the heat
From Trujillo, the drums sound in the street, ro-po-pom-pom
There's no discussion, even my brother Don
Knows that in rap there's only one King Kong
Sending fire, this is White Lion, there's no game
Like in the times of Voltio with Tego
You and I are not the same
I don't believe in digital platform stars
Nor in your Billboards of cake cream
Nor in your Instagram stories, Dolce & Gabbana and Cartier
I only believe in my level
And in the charcoal of my pencil running over the paper

I do this for fun
For fun, for fun
I do this for fun
For fun, for fun

As I'm leaving soon
I'm going to take a couple before I go

Today I take the fame industry
Until I break the bed springs
When my words spill, I take them without pajamas
Vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword puzzle
In the beefs
I'm the terror of the terrors of this era
For these losers, spring is no longer multicolored
Because where I throw a punchline, flowers stop growing
They are fifth-rate artists
Who write less than a pen without ink
When they see me, they fall apart
Pale white color
Like the fake teeth they put on
When the cap with the R approaches
The whole stage starts to smell like a country farm
Because these fake rappers become chickens
With my rhyme when I impose discipline like in China
My retina only sees heads rolling down the hill
The French Revolution with the guillotine
Burning showcases, I go all out, I go up
With a bottle, a towel, and gasoline, like in Palestine
I do it easy, like peeling tangerine peels
Comfortable, like a seat when it reclines
I'm Correa, Báez, and Lindor, routine double play
This isn't for Instagram, this is solved in the booth
I kill them by tying my right and left hands
Singing children's songs jumping rope
There's no break that I lose
If I put them all in a blender, a shit smoothie comes out
For two minutes of song, they have twenty writers
Even the managers are composers
Five hundred dollars for a ticket, gentlemen
For jumping like a fool dressed in colors
Auto-Tune and playback activated
These fools sing even with the microphone off
You can't be the leader, champion of champions
If they wrote all your fuckin' songs
A well-made hot dog is delicious
The problem is that these liars didn't cook it
These guys are greedy
They don't even bring the plate to the table
And they take the waiter's tip
And they're not ashamed, that's the shameful thing
Bees make honey, but the bear eats it
Respect is not bought for being talented
One thing is to be an artist, another thing is to be famous
Ah, we need to do some cleaning
A lot of delusions of grandeur, little skill
This is just the beginning
And I'm still on my first beer

I do this for fun
For fun, for fun
I do this for fun
For fun, for fun

As I'm leaving soon
I'm gonna take a couple before I go

Gabriel, is it good like this?
Mmm, actually it's pretty shitty, dude
But if you throw it at Balvin, I might like it
No, not Balvin, dude
He's a fool, that dude
Well, go ahead

I'm gonna lower myself to a fool
Who sings to SpongeBob and Pokémon
A copy of a clone, the Logan Paul of reggaeton
This is lower than ejaculating without an erection
As they say around there
"Josecito, you have no street cred
That's why you have soft knuckles"
With just one video, I bury this calf
And make him post pictures with his dog
This cowardly young lamb
Is like a vegan breakfast, without eggs
The people fighting, they're killing them
And the guy posts pictures of Gandhi praying
Stupid liar, pretending to be spiritual
Using mental health to sell a documentary
You're faker than a hot dog without ketchup or bread
Faker than Luian's abs
He's so insecure, dude
He has to be announcing on Instagram how much money he makes
He doesn't understand the values of life
He has to tattoo the word "Loyalty" because he forgets
He's an idiot with dyed hair
Who put black women with dog chains around their necks
A white boy who lost his way
A divine one accepting his Afro-Latino award
One day he said he wanted to make reggaeton, being frank
When he found out Daddy Yankee was white
My friend, the worst of all and the most serious
Is that this idiot is racist and doesn't know it
History will slap you in the face
In the name of all those who under abuse
Picked cotton
And another slap in the name of all those who have had
To fight twice as hard in reggaeton
Myke Towers, Sech, ChocQuibTown, Rafa Pabon
Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcángel, Tego Calderón
There are a lot of them that without thinking you put under the drawer
In your rainbow of colors, there is no brown color
A sacrilege
This white boy from school
Still doesn't understand the fucking privilege
But what do you expect from this failure?
Raised by his dad, a frustrated influencer
In Puerto Rico, to make it in reggaeton
He swallowed more milk than a condom
For every blowjob, he climbed a step
Every day disguised in a different color like a chameleon
What Rubén said, the Resident holds
"Even if it changes color, I always know where it comes from"
Chameleons look out for their own navel
They become friends even with their enemies
Only with the witness
Business is business
Partner, in business there are no friends
Mine is not business, we are different
For music, I put my heart in front
My Billboards are held up by the people
Along with my lyrics on every banner to bring down a president
I'm not the most famous in the whole circuit
But I break your favorite rapper in twenty
What I said in "Calma Pueblo" I repeat
With me, they eat even if they have no appetite
I don't do this to give you advice
Or to take advantage of you even if it's uneven
Today I skin you
So that those who buy the hot dog shirt
Feel really stupid
This is for the kids
For the respect that everyone who writes deserves
The Formula 1s are tourists, they don't run anymore
Because I just broke the track, ah

I do this for fun
For fun, for fun
I do this for fun
For fun, for fun
I do this for fun
For fun, for fun

As I'm leaving soon
I'm gonna take a couple before I go

Well, I already took them

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