JUTSU 2

I can't believe it, only the Nazarene had done this
Required a man who was already dead
To finish you off and send you back to hell

The Santurce mansion was taken by the bank
Searched with the percos, searched with the whites
Now don't boast, there's no narco in your gorilla
Don't talk about the wave, you don't even have a boat

What you have is a guitar, riding the scooter every day
Working as a carpenter, sweating oil in Mazola
If you're a millionaire, boy, talk about Cora
You don't even have a master's degree, not even Alfa collaborates with you

I crashed your career, I crashed into Alonso
You came out with the roulette, you to Millán
You had plastic surgery on your face and messed up your jaw
Your ink is poorly done, it falls off if you brush it

You're not a big shot, but you're a snake
Counting the crew in the Porsche, I look like a sausage pot
Looking for a woman in Venezuela, because there's nothing here
I connect you with your ex, I skip her a bit

Because you don't have balls, you don't have money either
I'm my own boss, get out of the drawer, Sony
I won't hit you again, not even recording with Bad Bunny
I have it well tied, like Montana like Tony

You're talking about coal, don't come to act tough
I'm going to take off the forty, I'm too rasta to get you
Asshole, you don't scare me, you're on the edge of death
Mom, people, listen to this on the perco

Stop, asshole, come on, really
Talk to Oski
I know that maybe the asshole
I wanted to do this for controversy and all that
But, asshole, really
Asshole, tell Anka to pitch with me, asshole
What I wanted was to stir things up a bit, asshole
And you know I'm Danger, asshole
Danger, asshole
I am the most dangerous in the genre
Three, two, one, time

Ok, second round, I'm going to start by telling you
That I put a hondivo on these two pesos
I bought shovels and picks to unearth this guy
This guy who now has Illa Jesus Christ

One day I killed you
I came back and finished you off from this wall
And I know you don't have faith in your album
Sony doesn't have faith in you

And now that I took you out of the grave
I make a pipe with your bone
I smoke a pound of Gary Payton
Let's see if it has flavor

I take it now or in a short time
It seems perfect to me
I build your career and I'm not an architect
Unhappy ones, you still work with cement

So make your tombstone
I do things quickly, we also have fast
To mess up your face, Latin Justin Bieber
That's why they call me lino
Fools like you, a clue to the killers

Well, in your case it would be double homicide
Stop using Botox, your face looks like parkour
I know they're going to break the car windows
And the VVS you put on that aluminum chain

I feel like the domain, full of hate
Well, I'm at peace because I won the war
But these little rappers who don't respect me bother me
But I'm going to put them in their place

But like this, mine, you haven't evolved
It seems like you took the peri
Seriously, daddy, why are you stuck?

Now, mama, now, mama
Now, mama, you and your crew, mama
This is to burn me, to burn me
To burn me, so your crew sucks

Now, mama, now, mama
Now, mama, you and your crew, mama
This is to burn me, to burn me
To burn me, so your crew sucks