Ni Con Money (feat. Al2 El Aldeano y Faker)

No need to talk here, there's talent
You and your homies know it
This flow must be born with it
You can't get one like this

Not even with money
Money, money, (yeah my nigga) money (I said it nigga)
Money, money, money, money

Tell me Al2
Hmm (hey) woah-oh-oh (the delegation of flow)
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Let's go

I'm a thug, I
Play with the ego of my enemies
I make them walk in a line with Hamelin's flute
I'm like the puma that approaches but isn't seen coming
I hit them when they least expect it like Hennessy, (tac-tac)

After this, no one will hire you
Don't try to jump off the yacht, there won't be a rescue
I brought the real grease inside the package
This is friends and family, you can't get it at FootLocker

The truth is, it's been several years in the R.A. p
With nothing to send you, it's just me and my buddies
I cured the ability to sneak in like hackers
I got into the system and no one can get me out from here

Hey Al2
Light up a joint to write something for us
These kids want attention but have no credit
I already passed 30 in Venezuela safe and sound
So I'm not afraid of anything damn it, even if they throw me out

I'm not in your mess anymore
I'm sick of social media
I came to ski in the snow
I'm going on tour to Spain
Then I'm going to Copenhagen

And a bunch of other stuff that you can't afford
Bow your head and pay attention so you understand
I have the molasses that sticks to your lips
And you're Splenda compared to my shit

Remember, if you have a store, attend to it, otherwise refrain
I execute the crossover like Kemba
Opponents tremble
They leave and beg me not to scold them

I have purists begging me not to sell out
But what am I going to do if the album is in the store
I don't waste bars on people who don't understand
You may have my phone but I don't think you'll answer

To talk to me you have to talk to Kiko first
And to talk to Kiko you have to schedule an appointment (damn)
There are a lot of harmful people
Those who think that just because the dick gets hard, it walks
I always play dumb because I love it
And then I break their faces when I get on stage

I brought bars from my imagination, I spit images with phrases
I come to break the microphone, yao
In a few more years, damn it, I'll have rapped almost the time
That Mandela spent in prison

Hey
I use my lines, I don't plagiarize anyone, I don't copy anyone
If you think I'm seeking fame, you're eating rice with opium
It's not narcissism, it's just self-love
We're far away Pellah, let them watch us through a telescope

Flow in the vein, dozens of instrumentals, the rhymes don't stop and you can't order this on Amazon
My notebooks, like the Moon when it's full, are filled with light
Too much green, too much blood for one scene

Doll, the dry brain, I shit on everything, I sin
They call me Ping, good babies with hollow chests [?]
Fidel expanded his hatred then Chávez became his ego
But we Cubans will always love the Venezuelans

The demonized breeze bewitching the rattles
I'm not here to talk, I like to walk naked
This is a gift that I got, it can't be bought with money
Even the lights flash when I look at the pen

Let me explain, it doesn't matter if they criticize me
Without having a private jet, I make you travel without a ticket
The Flyback Olympics, no one qualifies here
Beg for mercy, this is for love not for likes

They want me to teach class here
They want me to shine
They want me to grow, to break them
Search on Google, on Explorer, on Wikipedia, on Encarta

This flow comes from the center of the earth, like in high
They criticize me for my appearance
I hunt them, I find them, I look at them, I don't miss, I silence them with ink
I pursue until the soul is extinct

And then the only thing left
Is the mark of the corpse and the tape
Too much weight when I express art
I twist necks, I

In my tongue a Smith & Wesson
El Conde is in prison, the Phanter is in prison
Sad process, in which the innocent, even if strong, never comes out unscathed
Where I'm from, guns don't shoot arrows

And you can be imprisoned just on suspicion
The police are after you, there's no right, it's a tough situation
An eye casts
Cuba's economy is shattered

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh