TRONO

I shit on the throne
Fake rappers rain lead
I use their leather for my wolf skin
I get high on ego and detach from the globe
I sign on the leather 1.0 is my nickname

I've been entering the dome for 3 years
It's packed and falls like gold plates
Atlas' arms now carry my nickname
I look them in the eyes while I crown

I'm fulfilling the plan
I already got the mom out of the neighborhood
I do cardio in the back of the stadium
While the album of the year comes out of my lips

There's a lot of big mouths with little range
Lack of feeling, something is missing
On weekends I do charity bro!
Call me, I'll write something for you

Lately it's coming out right away!
Blessed levitate on Latin ground
It's been a while since we could get out of the shit
With which we lived without realizing the turn

That everyone sticks when they stick
A couple of songs that sound right away
That's why it's normal that
Listening to me hurts them
This shit that sounds
Is from Argentine ground

I already wrote: I was there
There was pain and I hit hits!
Respect the funk, transmute and return
Don't kill the line, take care of my words

Pop star plays at being an MC
When they lose views, their deals fall
But if it's stuck and sounds like that
Why do they play at a point that explodes and sells

I don't mess around-box! A couple of knockouts ago
And I don't think they measure my rap
The bile of streaming links and video
Without living off CDs, they give opinions for nothing!

I do harakiris in their iris without fire
Diggins' giris feeling of money
I step on stages and hands to the sky
That son of a bitch did it again

Fuck bro! All we need is love
I speak plainly while giving love
That bastard claims to be a rapper
But I hit songs through reggae

A matter of days your million falls
Argentina bitch devaluation
The only way to make a career within
This jungle is to rap better

Worldwide this is another league
Gold and medal made in Argentina
Worldwide this is another league
The dagger, the fame, the price of the top

It seems like yesterday when they ate at home
Without two feet inside a wide table
With heat like a father who tries
I dedicate bars only to my children

Manager with rapstar delusions
That mouse stole my money
He drowned alone, his raft sank
And I'm looking at houses between brown or white

Analysts, fakes and false loves now affirm
They say: I knew him
Cars pass by the block
Listening to the shit from the first CD

I didn't hit the charts, I didn't graduate
I didn't pay to get into MTV
But when it comes to a scale of honor
Within this shit bitch they talk about me

How many could do it like this?
Make a place between the lines
MCs in the lethal industry of our country
That asks for choruses before writing
The shine of my slang is the metal of a rifle
Forty chromed dancing in the ring
And it falls like a bullet signing the saying

And bro! I have my jargon my slang my funk
Lives of letters without awards
Tongue valued in millennia
The tag on the map, hemispheres

The swag betrays me like a candy shop
Unmarks in the area the ingenuity
Every 16 an empire falls
God's hand signs

Worldwide this is another league
Gold and medal made in Argentina
Worldwide this is another league
The dagger, the fame, the price of the top

Worldwide this is another league
Gold and medal made in Argentina
Worldwide this is another league
The dagger, the fame, the price of the top