Niño Grande

I think I owe you an apology, dude
You know I don't usually take this long, dude
Listen up, while you enjoy a pancake
I didn't hear you on a PC, I was backstage
In Bogota

I'm here to debunk lies, dude, what do you think?
Whoever wants to find her, look her up online
I don't mean to sound harsh and rude, but you are
One of the most clueless people I've ever met in my life
Do you get an allowance?

You say: How annoying; but you always start
And when we respond, you act innocent
You insulted me on Twitter, I didn't even know you
You got a response, if you didn't like it
You should've shut your big mouth, just for a change
You're a political activist and part-time gamer
A geek-rapper and a critic, also a social justice warrior
The guy who always advocated from his beloved couch
You got upset, I laughed when it stopped being funny
I wrote to you and suggested stopping the fuss
Your childish response was so heavy
It's a very long text, I'll wait for the movie to come out
My fault because your disability limits you
I should've added drawings and comics to the text, well
Asking a Z to read is crossing the line
You don't pay attention if they're not adults in pajamas
And that's why I paid tribute to the fool
You deserved it and got mad real quick
You tweeted that you couldn't sleep
I laughed so hard, being offended is an understatement

I'm going
I challenge you to anything, being an old man
To run or to a good boxing match
To please your woman, we can do whatever you want
I'll leave that advantage to you with my hands tied
I challenge you to look me in the eye
Without trembling and without looking away
To leave your virtual world, your mom's skirts
And face the real world

Despite being the underdog, it seems my sandwiches hurt you
I'm nothing special but I traveled to sing my songs
To Mexico, Argentina, concerts all by myself
I don't have a single collab on my best album, dude
Let's talk about your personal issues
You don't focus on a theme, you don't know
And you might deceive kids
When you drop pseudo-intellectual phrases, but
You can't fool a thirty-year-old
It's too obvious you lack experiences
And that's what happens when you never detach from the same screen
Life goes on but you don't mature, you're just a kid with a beard
The type who says the system forced him to have
Expensive video games, smartphones, brand clothes and all that
And on top of that, you want to indoctrinate us by saying
You're a slave to this evil system, a prisoner
Of course, that's double standards
You live better than you want and you never stop complaining
The money you have comes from multinationals
You don't even know what it means to work
In something you don't like... Or maybe you do
Maybe you're bored of making songs like this
I have friends who were in that scene
And they've slowly admitted to me they wanted out
At least they had the guts, life has risks
Even if you don't dare, you should give concerts
Don't be so backward, you'd sell more tickets
Because the kid who goes to see you will be accompanied by his parents
Let's travel back in time, what a disaster

You say it's proven I never answered you
But you posted a tweet with a preview of the song you later released
It was missing half, you overlooked that
Check that I'm waiting for you
And you have to be a liar, mean, and low
Don't you want money from this beef? You fat piece of shit
Turns out you uploaded the previous one to that platform
That pays you per song, are you trying to fool us?
Your battles are copied, you didn't come up with them
You use registered trademarks and that flow is from Chojin
And you say what you do is completely new?
Bitch please

I challenge you to anything, being an old man
To run or to a good boxing match
To please your woman, we can do whatever you want
I'll leave that advantage to you with my hands tied
I challenge you to look me in the eye
Without trembling and without looking away
To leave your virtual world, your mom's skirts
And face the real world

RIP is a fucking rotten shit
Where you change accents because you know they don't rhyme
It's not: Nomina; it's: Nómina
Not even the metaphors make sense, pussy
But you're right, Santa suggested you stick your dick
In her double tempo and I honestly don't know why she did it
It's hard to believe you can appeal to women
You have the testosterone of Mario Vaquerizo
By the way, I have a theory regarding
The double tempo that didn't show up in your metrics
I think you're not capable of making arguments
And even if they were true, they could be rapped with much more technique
And you don't know
It seems that grandparents can rap much faster
It's not my fault you're sedentary
And have the appetite of a hippopotamus
You want to talk about my content with the narrative
That my songs are misogynistic
It's another lie, you just have to look a little
To find a thousand themes
Your moral superiority is bullshit
There's a bit of song in your demagogy
Are you going to give me life lessons?
How will you do it, tell me what you've experienced in The Sims?

Anyway, I'll tell you something you might not know, idiot
When you travel a lot, you pick up accents
That's why I say dude, we also say bro
Saying we fake it is being ignorant
That we're not wanted in Spain is relative
Because slowly but surely a different audience is emerging
And among other things, it happens for a reason
For standing against your fake progressivism
We were never afraid, hordes are coming to lynch us

Let them come for us with torches or iPhones
You're a pretentious, communist snob. Fucking fake
Too condescending with girls like so many
You know what? You make it too easy, dude
Your followers might hear me and, hey
They find out you're fake, Mr. Fallacies
They'll like me more and in the end, they'll thank you
You said a truth, it's a miracle, good for you
The lyric video of the craftsman is very bad, it's embarrassing
What matters is the inside and your sentence
Is that you're too ugly inside and out
You want to be interesting and elegant, all ethics
And you ask people to reject controversies
But they're the same ones you started
The beef arrived and you responded, this is too much for you
You'd better keep doing those epic battles
I saw your interview with Tiparraco S.A
I laugh watching you stutter
Because when they ask you if you copied your channel

I challenge you to anything, being an old man
To run or to a good boxing match
To please your woman, we can do whatever you want
I'll leave that advantage to you with my hands tied
I challenge you to look me in the eye
Without trembling and without looking away
To leave your virtual world, your mom's skirts
And face the real world

Notice the difference and acknowledge your misery
Stop taking people for fools
I know what people want, to hit you and make you hurt
But that doesn't mean I don't recognize it
You don't have enough evidence to expose me
That's why you make up arguments against
My person but take the joke, it backfired on you
Your career is a shameful thing
Comparing yourself to Lil Dicky is funny
The difference is that at least he's funny
You too, to some extent
But we laugh at you, not with you because you're pathetic
There are people I don't understand and I sigh
I didn't say entertainment is a cancer
But there are works of art like Spirited Away
And there are shit without love like Captain Marvel
I believe you lack self-criticism
And I've wasted too much time
I'm going to talk to the people who came to hear this reply
And maybe they could be wrong
I always did what I wanted and didn't fit well in rap
The commandments of the hip-hop sect didn't matter to me
Here everyone can rap whatever they want
I don't give a damn if it's rap, gamer, or pop commercial
Now, if they ask me if it's equally artistic
His Tarzan rap than any Yelawolf song
I'll say: No

To put it on a fairer level, Fibonacci is an insult
Compared to Soliloquio
For objective reasons, not fanatical
He rhymes anything and doesn't stick to a theme
He talks about random feelings then competes
Then feminism, all in the same conversation
Geek-rap is fun, perfect
I don't wish harm to those who do it and with this
I want to clarify that my rival has a flaw
He wants to be recognized as a complete artist
And he's ashamed
I'm explaining obvious things
That's why he always seeks approval from old glories
That's why he sucks up to rappers, I know many of them
And I'll be honest, they're all idiots
If he likes geek-rap, I don't see the need
To have to explain it every moment
Especially if I see insecurity from my rival
I won't have mercy, I'll kill him
Christmas has passed, but I'll give them
This dose of truth, unparalleled
Your great celebrity doesn't live in reality
He grew up without maturing, he's a big kid