When daddy lion comes into the jungle everyone gets scared
Alpha monkey comes in and the rest of the monkeys adjust
Lead from my pencil so that they don't show off
And single file, they all go to my boot camp
If they provoke me, that's how they dig their own hole
There's no hierarchy to deal with this mess
And the core or whoever that lacks ink for this knot
With your numbers I pass them like a basket is chicken
Little urban star, let me explain it to you
Why my stench is way too much for your nostrils
It's that I'm hip-hop and your stuff smells like gum
You spit strawberry, I spit hot sauce
And what do you want, that I explain it to you again, Quique?
That I get hotter than the still
When I see expenses and waste on little discs and tickets
With a turd it's content that ain't worth a nickel to me
And what do you want, that I talk to you about Berettas?
That I tell you that I have three bodies in the van?
That I have a shotgun, that I have two cousins in the Ñeta?
And that from your fantasy I turn into a puppet?
I'm not afraid to follow my lane
To say what's necessary without envy
To tell them that if some forty-year-old sings sex to the minor in my family
For me he's a mouthpiece for pedophilia
For the ochetoski broskis who said I was so underground
That my voice sounded like a walkie-talkie
But since the nineties, broski
I'm the one that, when I open my beak, scares worse than Chucky
Little Kentucky wing, what a pajoki
I'm shorter than a secret, but here I'm no jockey
And to find my equal you have to step into a fictional world and run into Rocky
However I lay it down or propose it
The weak lyrics don't do anything to me
Mine is God's in this round
And I shoot more fire through your chest
Than the one that you yourself take in with the bong
That I haven't been heard for a while
Because I'm a bear that hibernates, not a tired bull
I'm already out of the cave with everybody sniffed out
It's hunting season for everyone that asked for it
And careful, because the years have gone by
But I've got more stamina than a kid on a sugar rush
I clamp harder than the jaw of a devilish pit bull
And where the shark swims, the cod slips away
Look who's here and takiti for you, don't know who?
Ask your dad about me
I've been spilling ink, catrueca flying since eighty-three
Credit the origin of your spark to me, dad
Look who's here and takiti for you, don't know who?
Ask your dad about me
From the V to the I all the way to the CO C
Wipe your nose, hug the curb when I roll by
You want society to praise you
Spitting orgy from Tuesday to Tuesday
Knowing that your own daughter will hear you
Do you think I'm gonna give you a badge of honor?
Either you sing me something that shows me something, or you just sing to stuff yourself
Tell me, how do you think I should talk to you
If with every song you drop there's a million girls who break down
A loving smack, but with a fist in a glove
More chaotic than the fall of Constantinople
My pen doesn't blow away even if King Kong blows on it
Because it weighs more than your pámpara can handle
Pass this cup, I recommend it, it ruins clothes
Run when I mix my big neck with my chopa mouth
Pass this cup, advice for you and your whole troop
I've got a Sharpie and a wrist running full sail
I made soup out of your little letters
Not so you can play dumb
Because even if it's just a little
You grow when I touch your neurons
With my siriñoco, with my coconut breaker
To be a sex symbol that doesn't hit, don't call him a booger
When I slam it on the china
You're gonna have hemoglobin coming out
Fifteen hundred can gather, Sony with two hundred Pinas
And they still don't come close to my cristomocina
This medicine whose chemistry knocks you down from the get-go
So pure there's no narco that can match it
You threw a slow ball because you didn't know who was coming up to bat
And here I am giving you a fit
To the reggaetonero who doesn't know that in rhythms
I've got more options than the trinket peddlers
Pay attention to the top dog, rumor-monger
I'm worth more for my argument than for having been the first
Look who's here and takiti for you, don't know who?
Ask your dad about me
I've been spilling ink, catrueca flying since eighty-three
Credit the origin of your spark to me, dad
Look who's here and takiti for you, don't know who?
Ask your dad about me
From the V to the I all the way to the CO C
Wipe your nose, hug the curb when I roll by
They're all headed to my boot camp