Historial Crediticio (feat. Muelas de Gallo)

What's gonna happen?
What are you gonna gain by throwing—

I shut down the party
Broom with salt behind the door so they don’t come back
Overacting, buying fame
Renting the hood, faking the slang

They’re rappers but act like influencers
They want to bite everything, I’m not at your service
It’s never too late to admit
I had to say it, my G'
The weak don’t get involved, it’s always on me

A lot of Carlos Antonio Vélez talking shit (f*ckers)
Begging for hate on social media
In my culture, you get applauded for who you are
They have the chance to be themselves but don’t want to (losers)
With that history, they overdrew, no one trusts you anymore

Wait a bit (yeah, yeah)
Mexico and Colombia control for life (okay, Alcolirykoz)
Wait a bit (you go, that one)
Like I place it, crazy

I write with the pen of a Quetzal
Gold bars back me up like the Central Bank
You who only talk about spending
Then your ego writes checks your talent can’t cash (too bad)

They think they’re moving it but we’re not the same
They want to play as 9 without scoring (haha, for real)
Their stupidity gallops everywhere
Our destiny: to be hated by the mediocre

But they have fewer codes than an abacus
They want to live the movie, they’re Paramount
We’re focused on our own
We work in silence and celebrate in private

We’re the ones, the empire of the pencil
You’re all smoke, like Selma and Patty
Shoutout to the motherf*ckin' killers coming to hate us in the front row

Wait a bit
Mexico and Colombia control for life
Wait a bit
Like I place it, crazy

All your albums are posthumous (ah, no)
Comparisons aren’t compliments, no
I only make anthems, I listen to anthems
Griselda’s replicas mess with my algorithm

They’re kids shooting with their mouths
Anarchist dribbler, gambler, owner of the ball
I need time and space, what a poet
Time to buy and space in the suitcase

My only interest in learning English is in case I ever meet KRS (Booyakah)
The unpredictables of Colombia and MEX
Don’t throw styles at me that I invented (what was that?)

It’s not moralism, this is like graffiti
Rap is muralism if there are no lyrics, capisci?
It’s not a disguise, a caricature
Hold on to the brush because I’m taking the ladder

Wait a bit (ey-yo, and to close)
Mexico and Colombia control for life (the cherry on top)
Wait a bit (DJ Fa-Zeta)
Like co-lo-co, crazy (tell these motherf*ckers what the hell is going on, let's go)

Bums in the neighborhoods
Bum— Bums in the neighborhoods
Bums in the neighborhoods of Med— of Me— de-de Medellín
Of Me— De-De-De Med— De-De Med— De Medellín
Of Me— De-De-De Mede— Me-Me-Medellín