Las Gárgolas (feat. Mora, Luar La L, Arcangel, Darell y Brray)

The Gargoyles
In the nights we go out
To have our pockets full by day
Sheesh

Héctor Lavoe, but with seven puchi
You don't look more expensive than me even wearing Gucci
Many put caviar, but cheap like sushi
It gives double like Cavalucci

A microphone for the haters to suck
And another for all the ones who love me to suck
If they see me pass by, in the contest's side
I'm looking for a girlfriend, with the big ones in the give and take

And gargoyle at night, gargoyle by day
Don't act like you don't know, you knew (how?)
I'm going crazy with the lamp lit
And the jewels are not on loan from the jewelry store, they're mine, boy (so you know)

They're scared, you can see it
The movie is not from TV
I have a crew too, what's up?
Calmly, do things right
The bills are no longer green, they're blue, all hundreds (Motherfucker)

It's three hundred thousand every time I go out
I don't brag much, you know how much I'm worth
Speak, Gargo (that's how it is)
I live waiting for something to happen (so you know)

They're going to shoot the one who offers, flow Wells Fargo
Don't talk to me about kilos, mine comes in bundles (oh, my God)
Don't talk to me about accounts, mine is all balanced (what the fuck?)
I come from the street and my word backs it up (stop that shit)

You talk about me today, tomorrow you'll die in the trash (here we go)
They did nothing when they saw me and faced me
I'm a man and they misunderstood humility
My respect is for life for those who fell (so you know)

And for all the prisoners who served their time in silence
I am the terror like Otto, you're scared, I notice it (that's how it is)
With .40 and R-15 I break them (rat-a-tat-tat!)
I shoot and I'll whip you myself (auh)
I don't have to prove myself, are you crazy? (auh!)

Again Arca, to close the sequel
The one who after years here no one cancels
A couple of graduates from my school (okay)
Contagious flow, Austin chickenpox

I have a generation that I inspired (yes, sir)
With a couple of verses I retired a couple of crazy ones (yes, sir)
Newbies crazy because I dissed them
A decade of career, I just dissed them (oh!)

And I made a couple of millions like a popstar (star)
My opinions are viral, shout World Star
For some I'm the bad guy, for others the star
If this genre is Space Jam, then I'm the Monstar

Thanks to God for what I've had
For being the inspiration of my enemies, ha
Very well, colleagues, you have entertained me (yes)
What will happen to the genre the day I announce my retirement?

(This shit is over, auh!)

Hey, hey, hey
I get bored and always feel like taking a walk
With a new flow, so they have something to recycle
Always separate from the same ones, I'm kind of antisocial
And you're fake, your history says it

Without having to brag, they get mad on their own
And they don't even know everything I've written quietly
The favorite artist of your favorite
The checks are coming, I don't even deposit them anymore (hey)

And everything I put on looks great on me
And everything I smoke reaches my mailbox
Every time I send fire they feel the pressure
And I haven't even pressed the button yet, no

But, calm down, let me do it
I have a couple of missiles hidden up my sleeve
To all these actors, I've given them a band
Now it's Louis V from head to toe

What? Hehe (Hehe)
Tre' Letra, La L
Mera, tell me, Gargo (G4, bastard)
This is the last chapter and
We're going to close it ourselves (they know)

We've always had the last word (mera, tell me, Yanyo)
Gargoyles for life, Real G4 Life, son of a bitch (symphonic)
Go up, go up
What?

Get on the burst
You throw hints, I send direct shots and now you don't pay attention
Before you kill me, I look for a case on the track
And to torture you, I shoot at your arm (what?)
The gargoyles have arrived and I don't see eagles (no)

And if I find you, son of a bitch, I'll smash your Cadillac
Anyway, they see me face to face and they get pale (you know)
I have an obsession with all these whores
Like El Siervo and Eddie Ávila (what?)

Call, student, and I'll teach you to rap (right away)
Bastard, have you heard the material? (you know)
From the one who sings the most in the songs, in the parties and in digital (Tre' Letra)
I went through the toll booth, and what? I didn't want to pay (fake)

Because everything I do is organic
Fake rappers, don't panic me
Throw me in between, I see you all as invalid (shoot)
If you disrespect me and I hit you, I count it as valid (what's up, bastard?)
I chipped and you accelerate quickly, prr! (You accelerate quickly, prr!)

Tre' Letra, La L
The G4, bastard
Mera, tell me, Symphonic
Yanyo, hehe
What's up, bastard?
Tell me, Brray
Álex Gárgola
Hey, with this we close the chapters, got it?
The G4, bastard
And this is not for anyone, this is for personal use

So you can get in those cars with the sticks and smash whoever
Are you understanding what we're trying to say?
I'm here with the people that control the streets in PR, motherfucker
I'm telling you in Spanish in case you didn't understand, dumbass
With those who control the streets in Puerto Rico, motherfucker, son of a bitch

Brray
Haha
The real sons of bitches, bastard
Álex Gárgola
White Lion
Hits Master Music
The real deal, The G4
Are you understanding what we're trying to say? (Okay)
Austin, baby
Hahaha
La Marash
Arcángel, pa'
Gargoyles Forever
Lord Alexander Gargoyles
Yes, we are the favorites
Night
EHXX The Professor
It's the Flow Factory, capisci?

Mera, haha, capisci?
And remember
That there are many singers, but few stars