Dá Professor

Yeah

The gate that crushes you has arrived (yeah)
Carburizing a blunt like Rasta
I'm already bored, I come to this level and take control, it's the underworld (nah, yeah)
Not even if Shenlong comes and they are reborn (no)
Not even if they mix rum and ayahuasca (no)
With cheating, without cheating
Ghosts, they chew everything off of me
I'm going to melt them, I'm going to crush them
I'm going to surprise them, they're going to be stunned
I turn into Hulk in one, two, three
Like Don King Kong, but more subtle
I'm not Microsoft, but I implant a chip
I'm the king of bluff, with the mic I give trip
Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, clear your mind and enjoy the beat
Dale repeat

Yeah, da professor, you wanna be my offender
I looked you up on the internet, put your CD on, played it for James and he yawned, hehe
I'm better (Yeah), blue cheese like Roquefort (ah)
Each rhyme is like a slap that leaves a bruise on self-esteem

Make reggaeton or another genre
Because they are 'more broken' than Benetton
Because they are more taken than Skeletor
Tell the label to buy the coffin
If fame comes to your bed and in exchange they ask for your ass, give it to them (yeah)
Meanwhile we make history and touch glory with merit, hey

All obey
Because I am, because I am
The motherfuckin'
Professor, professor
All obey
Because I am, because I am
The motherfucking professor

Your prime is over, your finale is fucked up
Your record company screwed you, your wife left you
Your engine, your mansion, your necklace, your watch
He went into debt, pawned it, didn't pay, and it was lost
But that's how fucking stupidity is
Of the people who do not have enough to make ends meet
They don't pay the mother's and baby's allowance
But they live a life of lies on the internet, why?
Every punchline and bar is like a bullet I throw
Going at 1,200 km per hour, it catches fire and hits you in the güiro
They don't write the lyrics, they don't sing live
They don't have a card, nor cash
They have no other goal or objective
So why do you want to mess with me? Yeah
I have never been in prison, I have never stolen, nor killed
I don't have a Jacob or a Patek, I only have a pencil and a piece of paper
Don't throw me down, level up, you gettin' mad, but, ma nigga, I'm not for you
My voice shines, my name shines, my gang shines
Can you believe it as drop like this?
Yo, fuck the money, fuck the fame, fuck the people who are gullible for a piece of clothing
I already have all that shit and it doesn't matter, I was born to be a legend
Even the most stubborn ones, those that exploit stores, I have seen them collapse like Jenga towers
You have to know how to stay away from what is not convenient
The hard part is not getting there, the hard part is staying there
ABC, 1, 2, 3
Let's learn the ABC
It is very easy to learn
Let's learn the ABC
I sing it and you keep quiet'