Ritual

Michi (michi, michi, michi)
They told me you were asking about me
Michi (michi, michi, michi, tan-ta-ran, tar-ran)
I don't have a penny, but it's the dick for you, ah

Michi
If you're allergic to matches, who are you going to give fire to, old man
Do me a favor, sir (Michi, Michi, Michi, Michi)
Do me a favor, sir (Michi, Michi, Michi, Michi)
Ha, ha, ha

That's not fair, using the honor of the environmentalists
That only shows that you're not a lion
A big pile that cough comes out of you
The clothes you're putting on
Are just like you because they're not real

You're the sad image of a pomegranate with fecal matter, ah
Don't threaten me, that behavior is fake and in vain
I'm going to raise the pressure so that the old man's buttocks convulse
You should have the bald head more combed by hand
They're going to take you to the emergency room running with a lot of epilepsy in the year, ah

Don't look for me, I'm not easy, I told you
Choose another war, prince, or my lyrics I swear will loosen and afflict you
This is for my neighborhood, also for the codes that are handled and governed
Without seeing the ceiba, the micha will spin more than a Guije

Demand respect, brother, but in the end you turn yellow
Another jealous guajacón, lost looking for a shore
Neither a criminal nor a thief, Pepillo, you are petty gangsters
You, Yomil, Jaime, and El Tiger make omelets, ah

You were from the government, you don't kill anyone, don't act tough
In this I eat you and take advantage, starting, I don't drink or smoke
I also don't keep women by my side obligated buying gifts
It's clear that for quite some time you haven't hit or had a good time, ha

If they already gave water, then choose your token
I write this beautiful song so that Micha's cockroach
Feels the bitter taste and the weight of misfortune
Of entering the dance of a Rottweiler and coming out like a sausage
Let's go!

Instead of a stuffed animal, I had muses in my crib
I inherited art in my blood like a fortune
Idiot, you're further away than the moon
You have to use weapons, I was born being one

You don't write about love
Not in a field of poppies
Now instead of picking a fight
Micha goes and grabs the tail

Yoh
I don't believe in size, asking for a truce, don't wait
I'm going to send you to the bathroom without a spanking so you never speed up again
Relax because now this starts, go and take a tilito so you don't get upset
The dream you had turned into a nightmare, you don't want to accept it
I'm real, today I've also raised the neighborhood high, what are you?
You need a dead man from the Iraqis to come down to write

Remember that alcohol and drugs harm you, check yourself in, buddy
It was clear, son, don't jump or you'll die, ah
I'm the cursed rapper who keeps these guys awake
It's that the butt shaves you and throwing batteries you peel it
It inflates, it inflates, kid, right now you're sure to explode or fly

I fuck you if you pass through my village with fire
I talked to you privately calmly, buddy, and you gave me a hard time
I'm going to throw you and mess up the bones of the caravel
See if you're afraid and live your soap opera
You went straight to post a photo with Cosculluela

You declare war, you have more face than a cubic object
You're devoted, my nigga, no matter how unique you are
Your being is far from being a rapper and further from being a musician
You're more disgusting than trap in front of a public bathroom
His name is Silvito, he's my brother, the one you called a vermin

Good friend, good rapper, good son, good father
Because he really takes care of his daughters
Don't forget his name, it's going to come out, back in the Ouija
And that one doesn't change color like you, lizard

I handle the verb like a dagger
From the dark I observe you
I hunt beasts, you're a deer
I don't keep his soul, but I keep his eyes for my crows

You're a princess hiding behind a mastodon
I'm going to draw with my letters a very ugly fire on your horizon
Compose a rhyme that's worth it and fix yourself Micha, fix yourself
If you're so wild, come, take just for my mountain

Hold on to something quickly and go change your amulets
You never cared about what happened in your Cuba, your music is not ghetto
A long time without light in a complete electrical outage
And you showing off the shine of your chains, lack of respect
Check your mailbox, I sent you a hip hop missile to your door

It's known that for the Cuban government you were a tool
You never heard your people suffer, you ignored their cries for help
You've even supported Farruko more than the exile
You have a shit in your mind, kid, that kills your look
Not even living with a tattoo artist you'll know what ink really is
I bent my fierce curve, fast I call Mr. Bean comes out in the ink
Making himself the mandrill the very Mona Jacinta

My skill is with the pencil, I've never fought with iron
You were living it in Cuba when I was giving your boss the esberro
Remember it's a chain that continues, it's not the one a dog wears
You come being my chichi like the eighth burial

Your music is rotten, you won't survive this ring
Jump eat pin-, more than you rapper, Mr Bean comes out
Rottweiler or not Rottweiler, snitch your end has come

You and desemen
Both are filmed with the Minin

In the act, inspiration in the air abducts
With the focal points, signals from another world I capture (asere)
For this reason, each sentence is long, an impact
I open your mouth like I open a laptop

The incense smells like blood
My eyes cloud when I think about war (hey, they are)
Because it's screaming at me drowned in immense pain
Seeing your corpse bleeding on my canvas