Dá Professor

Yeah

The gate that crushes you has arrived (yeah)
Fueling a blunt like Rasta
I'm already fed up, I'm coming to that level and taking control, it's the underworld (nah, yeah)
Not even Shenlong comes and they are reborn (no)
Not even if they mix rum and ayahuasca (no)
With cheating, without cheating
Ghosts, they chew everything up from me
I'm going to melt them, I'm going to spread them
I'm going to supply 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 am the king of bluff, with the mic I give trips
Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, clear your mind and rock the beat
Dale repeat

Yeah, da professor, you wanna be my offender
I looked you up on the internet, put on your CD, played it to 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 'so much more bankrupt' than Benetton
Because they're more tired than Skeletor
Tell the seal to buy the coffin
If fame comes to your bed and in return 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, da professor
All obey
Because I am, because I am
The motherfuckin' professor

Your prime is over, your final is fucked up
Your record label 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 it is, damn stupidity
Of the people who do not have enough to make ends meet
They don't pay the mother and baby's allowance
But they live a life of lies on the internet, why?
Each punchline and bar is like a bullet I shoot
That goes 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 more goal or objective
So why do they want to mess with me? Yeah
I have not been in prison even once, I have never stolen, nor killed
I don't have a Jacob or a Patek, I only have a pencil and paper
Don't throw me away, 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 greedy for a piece of clothing
I already have all that shit and it's worth shit, I was born to be a legend
Even the most stubborn ones, the ones that explode stores, I've 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 keeping you there