Cual Es La Diferencia

This song...
Is dedicated to those...
Ca...
Bah! Screw them!

What's the difference between you and me?
(That I started and you want to copy my style!)
What's the difference between you and me?
(That I'm already made and you want to be like me!)

They want to rise the wrong way
Making stops
They want to surpass Gringo and Baby Rasta
With my own style, they won't get far
Kids, I'll prepare your own burial
Those guys, to me...
(Are pieces of shit!)
They want to look like me...
(And there's no competition!)
I'm going to take on Tito
And kick his ass
And Hector
Strangle him for being a traitor
If you're brave
Take a gun in hand
I'm in my black Explorer
For anyone causing trouble
And if they don't confront me
I'll screw their women
Find your own style
To Lito and Polaco
I have them stepped on
They're not heard on the radio anymore
They're copying me
And sucking on my style
I keep impressing you
And I hit you hard
Assholes, don't get tired of taking so many hits

What's the difference between you and me?
(That I started and you want to copy my style!)
What's the difference between you and me?
(That I'm already made and you want to be like me!)
(You know!)

You think I envy you?
I envy no one
Don't think that's why I diss them
Everything I have, my own style gave me
I'm honest
I fight for mine
Fame isn't made by dissing
Nor is it about how much money you have
And I just hope
My girl gets me out, my girl, my girl
To leave you on the floor with my fucking .40
You want my style
I give you my style
Go to hell with my own style
This song is not just for the kids
But for those singers who do the same
I only remember when I was at The Noise
That because of DJ Negro, producers envied us
They envied us so much
That they looked for singers similar to us
We made the difference
With our style
And we represented Puerto Rico
Latin rap
Known as the underground
(To get where I am...)
(You need to be ranked!)
This is my difference
What's your difference
If mine is mine
And yours is stolen

What's the difference between you and me?
(That I started and you want to copy my style!)
What's the difference between you and me?
(That I'm already made and you want to be like me!)
(You know!)

El Feloman
With the explosives
And I declare myself as the fugitive
The weak die
The strong stay alive
I describe what I perceive
I always survive
First I write it
Then I rhyme it
And I knock you down
With super-radioactive components
Lyrics
That work like
Therapy
Don't come at me with that rage
My lyrics are wise
Doing tricks like magic
Of the article
Another chapter
I use my pants, daddy
Because I have big balls
Don't be ridiculous, Pola
Whether you like it or not
You're going to be my disciple
Don't talk nonsense
My balls scratch
You're a fool, asshole
And the songs
Baby Rasta doesn't write them for me

Wait, wait
One moment, DJ Eric
I'm tired
Of the kids' fans
Abusing me
And asking why I diss Tito and Hector
You're pitching in
Or playing dumb
(Calm down, Baby Rasta!)
(Don't lose your cool!)
(Remember, they're fans of them!)
Okay,
I have no problem with that
But in this style
We were the first
I hope they all go to hell
Including Tito and Hector
And their fans
I only make music to entertain them
And I don't aim to be number one in this damn genre
I just want rappers to be respected
And for high society to shut up and suck an egg
The police who like to abuse
The kids with shaved heads
Because they wear baggy clothes and represent rap
That's why they kill them and start crying
There's no bulletproof vest that saves their lives
And every day the underground gets inspired
That's why I hang out with singers who make it
Not with other pigs who truly don't make it

What's the difference between you and me?
Well, I'm a rapper, you say I'm a bad influence
What's the difference between you and me?
If the world was fucked up before they labeled me