| Esta vez vine a dejar huella pa' siempre
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| Como en la piel un hierro incandescente
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| El Cres, pa' alguno un nuevo referente
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| Sonar así no es corriente, lo sé
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| Soy el factor sorpresa con el que no ha conta’o la gente
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| Y yo tranquilo, todo a su debido tiempo
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| Escribo, cuento cosas ¿Vacilo?
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| Sé lo que estoy haciendo
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| Si lo sé, vengo antes
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| Tengo estilo como el Dems y el Rois
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| Aniquilo toys, por eso estoy sonriendo
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| Yo no te miento como ZP
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| Y me hacen gracia esos grupitos
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| Que van de sobra’o porque han saca’o LP (¡quita!)
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| Como ese, que por llevar placa no sé que se cree
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| Como el que tacha y se hace el loco
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| ¿Tú te crees que somos tontos o qué?
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| Voy a seguir en pie, pase lo que pase
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| Y si me limitasen mi cuerpo explotaría como un kamikaze
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| Yo me siento libre en cada frase
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| Y la buena educación que me han da’o
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| Me permite escupir con esta clase
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| Hit you off with the underground, pound for pound
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| Brr, fuck around
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| Who the fuck said that color mattered
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| It’s all in the attitude (what? what?)
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| Subir al escenario y mala hostia soltar
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| For sure
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| You could try but you’ll never ever be this hot
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| I got a! |
| llmind, my records they will shine
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| I’m reckless, but still rhyme, profession, I’m still signed
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| Many independent deals in my day
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| I’ve been gettin' money off rap since '03
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| But that don’t mean I ain’t trap with OGs and
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| Cats are so cheesy, plaques of Gold please
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| I be on tracks with LOX and MO-Ps
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| You be on tracks with cats with no steez
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| I destroy beats like the Pro Tools crashing
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| You ain’t say shit, we are not the same kid
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| I am an alien, never played on the radio
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| Haters go crazy to facing they face ain’t on my videos
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| Plentiful bitches who spit it but don’t spit it original
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| Mimicking criminals know when they never seen a digital scale
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| Of a sale but they frail and it’s ail
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| Or the jails and they tails but they fail to be real
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| On the quest for respect but they next to get checked
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| 'Cause the rest of they set know they wack and they rep
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| Me and Cres be them vets with them tats on our chests
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| From the West to US, we the best of the best and I’m gone
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| Who the fuck are you?!
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| Smash mics
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| It came for me the time to explain things
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| Spain brings that insane rappin shit
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| Do I make myself clear? |
| I don’t sing (nah)
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| I break necks and speakers. |
| Make sex to beats
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| You’ll pay checks to me to diss those that wanna be
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| Figures… in this rap game?
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| Your shit and mine are not the same
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| I focus on the rhyme
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| You focus on rocking your chain
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| Rocking my name with no stains on my resume!
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| Blow up the stage and make a change like his president, uh!
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| Ya sabes quién sigue a cien haciéndolo
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| Bien, con buen pie y con Ology sintiéndolo
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| Viendo cómo MC’s de este país apenas se esfuerzan
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| Voy a conciertos, los veo escupiendo y siento vergüenza
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| Empieza a despertar la bestia en mis fauces textos
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| De esos raperos crudos, los trituro y no dejo ni los restos
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| No nos compares con el resto, sería molesto
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| Porque es que no hay nadie como nosotros dos haciendo esto!
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| Hit you off with the underground, pound for pound
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| Brr, fuck around
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| Who the fuck said that color mattered
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| It’s all in the attitude (what? what?)
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| Subir al escenario y mala ostia soltar
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| For sure
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| You could try but you’ll never ever be this hot |