Música Para Planchar

Alcolirykoz, sadat x, world wide, the man not understand it, yeah!
To earn respect, you gotta stay sharp
Lethal age earner
Don't need to be on the front page until headlines make them
But I'm still the same guy in any other genre
I'd be up for an honor
But I'd be judged by an honor and a blog
I'm the complete package who talks with real money
An hour later winding up in a gambling hole
Colombia to Medellin
What I mean, what I've seen with my own eyes
For years I've done grown man business
Grind, flew planes
Opened new games and upwood motion
Found other hustles, worked on my muscles
You can respect that, you can check that
Be my guest, daddy only run express
My g you better honor these rhymes
You better honor these times

(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
We are the generation
(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
That listened to every song
(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
Until the album ended
(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
I won't let this love die

You're making easy look complicated
I, like Charles Mingus, always do the opposite
Your ego-trip is trash, this is good, this is bad
I see everyone competing, but none has won
Surrender, I bring karate to your lack of character
Endurance characteristics
I'm from the era of screw, nut, and washer
Before boasting, you had to crank it
Without doing sports, I give concerts
Cardio for the audience and I have plenty of oxygen
Like Dámaso, I'm a romantic
I drink with Camilo Sesto and still buy records
A shot for the nerves, since blessings don't help
I entrust myself to Sean Price and Big Pun instead of Buddha
Like Ganesh, I have plenty of arms to write
There are faces missing a punch, there are heads without bumps
I sharpen the shortcomings that afflict you, fan keep going
I loosen the damn ego for the eagerness that pursues you
Now I miss memorizing a complete song
Will it be my Alzheimer or your lack of good lyrics?

(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
We are the generation
(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
That listened to every song
(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
Until the album ended
(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
I won't let this love die

Stop crying for me, I don't deserve it
Work, I'll give you for the refreshment
I detest the gestures of the one who acts as a manager
And self-proclaims leader looking for a budget
Get off my elevator, scammer
On the first floor someone is waiting for you with a painkiller
Receive it, don't be a crybaby, look for my dictionary in 'paisañol'
I'll show you that being critical is synonymous with loser
This is another level and you won't reach it
Counting views on YouTube and taking selfies with your woman
This isn't Instagram, go to the store for my bread
I'll give you the cream as a tip, keep the biocam
Super talented like Pete Rock
Your lyrics are the same, mine change like the weather
Karate shouts, fencing technique
Dribble in rap, it's Pérez Prado to mambo
Ironing music, despite the random changes
I listen to Kendrick and others, the ironic thing
Is that if there's no old-school rap, I don't party to it Sound it

(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
We are the generation
(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
That listened to every song
(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
Until the album ended
(Come on, Motherfuckers, Come on)
I won't let this love die