Reality Flow X

Samu is in the bases
La Cueva is in the house
They have to run the furniture, let's go

And don't throw attitude at me on social media
I walk alone on the street every day smoking Mary Jane
The same in Tampa Bay as in Hialeah
Everyone knows that with me it's about my own thing

Many said: How good, El Aldeano surely finally stayed in the U.S.
He will never rap again, he took the Coca Cola of forgetfulness
But El Aldeano got out of drugs, and never forgot his people
And from my house, I have your butts hiccuping if I live with pure Hip Hop
You and your team pick up, get wet, don't slack
My lyrics bother you, don't mess around, mine is culture, yours is fashion
I shit on all my bros

Don't try to stop what I bring because it's pure magic showing skill
My cemetery surrounded by spears and at each tip a head
If I stayed, so what? From here I throw it at you, snitch
Not you! Since you seem to have parasites in your big belly
I never fell for your shamelessness, they paid, but didn't put out my heart
My art has no competition and no comparison

Don't talk to me about stupid numbers, get out of the way, the artillery is coming
La Aldea in your living room spreading the flow like cold salad
They don't stop my wave of lyrics in your face
Prepare your ass and your empty rhyme
Because I have mine, if it shoots, you'll pray to the Virgin Mary

I'm in my focus, motherfucker
They throw at me but can't match me
You know very well, I'm an expert at ruining your party
Gunpowder in the bullets, aim at your psyche
Biggie and 2Pac would be proud
If they saw in life how I destroy these fake rappers with my flow

Listen to this verse, my bro
It sounds Cuban, not American
Hidden at the end of my cave, you can only see my fierce eyes
Putting my chest, shoulders, talent, hands, life, dick
That's evident, people who talk about others haven't sung in a long time

The house of terror calls you
Darkness everywhere
Just by looking at the lines, the letters with blood will appear
I came to inject you with my phrases, there's no pass, you should fear
Don't enter my cave, because in my cave, you can get lost

Asere, there's no limit
Don't imitate my real style
Your leaders are puppets
Tell me why you compare yourself, just step aside
Look at yourself and tell me seriously if you and your gang don't know very well
That when I'm around, then the fire also

I eat them without a spoon, who protects me
Aldito shoots fire in their faces, no one stops me, fuck Che Guevara
The dick for the communists, there's no bullshit with me, no weird intrigues
We are a light, that clears the dark paths of your mind

The candles light up on their own
The muses see me and get excited
My verses stir, my body levitates
Inspiration calls for it
I don't sell out, I don't open my ass for them
I open a dick fire, mommy
The place I earned, I earned it on my own and only God can take it away

From Pikiti Pakiti
La Aldea in the house breaking it
Buy some chips and sit down to see what I'm doing with the beat
No one stops me in this
My poetry is an axe and with it I'm going to hit you in the face

When I started writing
I discovered I was doing more than telling a story
Writing is a weapon
And it's more powerful than a fist

Damn Tati, look how underground it is, asere
La aldea

Yaoh!
I'm a messenger, I show flow, I show slam
I drop bars, I drop fire, I'm a Hip Hoper like Can
The one telling you I finished my story, man
Tell him to also tell you where to find Alprazolam PISA

I live calmly always still like an ornament
But anyone who steps up, I make them feel embarrassed
I become a tornado spinning around your surroundings
My pencil is hotter than a prisoner watching porn

I return and like a balloon I explode your ego
My hurricane of lyrics passes and leaves the pencils broken
Take your writings and your balls off the track
The plane is without brakes and will land without a pilot

Phenomenon like an earthquake, my lyrical storm
In this, I'm the crazy one, you're the mint one
There's no pen dealer, talent isn't rented
Not even José Luís Cortés plays as rough as Cinderella

They dig their own grave, listen a lot to the drool
No matter how many interviews they do, dignity doesn't wash away
They say they break me, that they end my career
They are snowflakes falling into my sea of lava

No matter how much they dope up in their buttocks, it says open
You to the sandunga and you know to the gallop
If you're not fighting dogs, why look for a fight
Asere, a hundred reggaeton artists don't make a single Hip Hoper

I came walking the longest path
Waking up clean rhyme their pencils from lethargy
In front of the mic, my slang and my jargon are much more hardcore
I leave the faces, white like some pargo pastries

Speaker with bazooka
Check the content
The console is bleeding
Drink water with sugar
In the eardrum a hookah
A little mojo for my yuca
I am death in the form of flow breathing down your neck

I know you thirst for fame with every dispute
But asere, you're in the sawdust league
My muses enjoy massacring when they execute
They drink enemy blood and mutate, bunch of whores

There's no rule for these beings here
Here all there is, is dick in case you didn't know so you find out
The market and the media don't want to promote art
But even so, the music from the neighborhood doesn't die
La Cueva, asere