ESPN (feat. Tao, Apache, Jack Russell y Sibilino)

I am competitive
If I set a goal, I achieve it
You already know that I knock down any obstacle
Like Ronaldinho, I smile and play positively
Like Westbrook, aggressive, this makes me feel alive
On the court, I measure myself with people of level
That's how I improve and demand more from myself
I'm not intimidated by anyone
I take the lead if not, I ask for it
And if the team is good, we win several in a row

Ah!
You are dead
Those who know me know that on the court I score points
I have long limbs like an octopus
I play to have fun, not to insult
Skilled in both basketball and soccer
I love blocking shots like Antetokounmpo
I blame myself if I make everyone work together
I defend like Van Dijk, an expert in the matter

This is about discipline
In sports or on stage or in the booth
You have to improve stamina
The skills for rhymes, and reach the big leagues
Nigga threw it from afar like Damian Lillard
The court is smoking and full of gorillas
The loser takes it but has to wait a while
Light one up while you wait to relax

I am powerful like Drexler
In '89 with Portland killing Phoenix
They underestimated my powers
Without knowing it was written
My destiny like Weber and
I am legendary in my story
The devil chases me thinking I'm for sale

And I
Flirt with it from afar
But it talks to me about business
And what I owe is not enough
Allen Iverson, no practice
Where I come from, if you force it
They can stab you
And this is not a chat
For a pair of sneakers they'll spray you

The automatic
And it's not blah blah blah
But pla pla pla
Had the ball in his court
And doesn't have it anymore
He doesn't have it
I'm a visionary of this game
Like Tony Kukoc with a pass
I beat the ego

And if
I shoot the Jumper like Carmelo
And greet Spike Lee
Two kicks at halftime
I'm blind like Yao Ming
Focused on what's important
Shitting on
Those who sin of arrogance

And if
I bring it down like Titi Henry
In the straight almost at the end
Like Vico C
I took over my city
Jay Z taught me
Barki yes yes yes

I mark the double step
I release my fire
Like The Magician Sam Shepherd
Globetrotter in Venezuela
Designated hitter
I'm not polishing benches
If Daniela calls me
I'll jump off that cliff
To be honest
Rapping, I'm Zlatan

But I play in the Caribbean
A.K.A. the Botarata
Listen and rescue
Maradona has arrived
Cooking in Medallo
The secret of the nona
Capo of all capos
Benvenutti my brothers
Always at the forefront
As Balotelli does
We're ready, we're ready

Yes or no
Speak clearly
I'm getting old
But now I'm more expensive
Don't come to the stadium
If you don't want to see me
I'll be in the VIP
In case you want to meet me
Subversive bitter verse
For any enemy
Who wants to engage
In a war with me
I won't be compassionate
Like Sonny in Kentucky
Because I'm tired
Of these few losers
That I crush when I write
Even more when I show it
I pass it in front of their faces

I am a bandit
Criminal lyricists
Of the highest metric
Verse specialists
Since one was younger
We are in extra time
In extra innings
Where only the horses
Define the game
My old man told me
Don't hang out with idiots
Or with fakes who turn
In times of blackouts
If they don't make the curtain for me
I'll still do it
Because I come from Cotiza
Such a bad guy
My shoes on your court
Squeaking the floor
A.K.A. Herrera Allen
The lord of the rings
I kill them before they throw me
But if they dare
They'll see how it goes
When I mess up
And I'll smash your flow
Ok, the verse is over
I'm going to smoke with Aquino
And respect this name
Always Nigga Sibilino

I just press a button
And the movie in full color
Pesao but fine
Like Bartolo Colón
Motherfucker, are you stupid?
In Turmero, I'm a legend
Like Cantona at Old Trafford
If you mark me, I escape
If you dream it, I scam you

I'm a starter
And you're the sixth man Crawford
Trained in the academy of Turmero and also Catia
They throw at me but I pitch to them
I'm CC Sabathia
The kids say Merma
Friends say Makia
Doing the job as it is
From the sister homeland
With Sibilino killing a feeling
Relaxed flow, cap to the side
Like Dontrelle Willis
Motherfuckers I’m Ill like Wayne in Milli
You guys want to compete at that level
Really?
Instead of talking shit
Rhyme something that amazes me
But be careful not to bother me
Wash your mouth with soap
Before mentioning my name
And if I go for you, respond
Because they always throw the stone and then hide it
Whoever is against me, show your face like a man
I'm like Thanos
The best after Lou and Chamo
The Venezuelan Notorious B.I.G.
War with me?
It's complicated
Hide your mask
And buy a costume
I have the hip-hop scene confused
They can't find a pattern to categorize me
Rappers see me as alternative
While the alternatives see me as the rap king

I rhyme shit
I don't do playback
I have all eyes on me like Tupac
Gimme my change back
I'm going to Shake Shack
Don't mess with me man
Don't piss me off
You'll regret it for real
Circulate, there's no news
Or I swear it will hurt
From Maracay
The land of Miguel Cabrera
Pure Caribbean swing from shoulder to hip
Put it low
And I'll hit it out
Jackie Jack Russell
Goldo Funky and Carlos Rimadera

I zigzag away from them
And leave them behind
Because I'm a crack
Number one in the draft James
Doing the steyback
A real Pran
Leading the clan like Ja Morant
I have a plan
And none of you will stop us
Out of my team
These guys don't even scare me
Get out of the way, pipo
I'm on fire like a Zippo
Maintaining Russell's record
With triple doubles
Don't cross me or I'll show you how to beat copper
Three for three, just a pre-practice with the pri eh!
Breaking your ankles with an aero step ah!

Like Lucas
I’m a crazy
Competing with the level
The pivot nine of the kings
Sacrificing the scum Chris Webber
To challenge
If with those tricks
They don't even reach an athlete
They want my shirt
And can't handle a full court
Remember that this is high performance
High standing
Da’ Wilkins
In dunking with the ranking team
From the selection
The Black Pharaoh of pure breed
The A. P

Apa on the papyrus with the Beretta in the notebook
Blocking all these fools and masks
Who try to steal the ball
But always end up on their faces
Not even your bar up in the stands
Will be able to distract us
To get us out of this game, daddy, they'll have to kill us
This legacy is too big
Everything we've left
It's already proof that we are
Respected everywhere, nigga

Venezuela child
It's A.P. a., A.P. apa on the papyrus
Tao Pai Pai, They Are The WaraOs
Jack Russell and Nigga Sibilainis
And the Goldo Funky
Dream Team
How was it?