Soy El Rey

I'm the man of the hour, the most violent
And I'm coming straight at you with my game plan
I'm the king of all kings
The lord of the singers, and my lyrics hit you hard
Suuu, Baby Rasta's here
What shocks them is that I don't fall like a friend
I'm rising up, I'm rising up
I'm not going down, I'm heading straight to the top
This is my gift, take your gift
'Cause you can't compete with the guy who's more
popular
I drop it in rap and you fall way behind
If I drop it in reggae, you won't find me
So silence, 'cause I'm coming in harder
I have the answers to all your questions
Comment that you greet me with your left hand
It's 'cause I never gave you the right
In my right hand, I carry my .40
To blow your head off
Mc Ceja's patience has run out
My enemy doesn't have patience for me
My enemy doesn't have patience for me
My enemy doesn't have patience for me
And that's not my problem
Look at my bees how
They attack your empire
And with my poison, I send you to the cemetery
You don't win, 'cause the one who wins is me
And in your baseball game, I'm your best hitter
Baby Rasta, now that I'm singing to you
You say and talk like I'm a pain in the ass, po po
But if I'm a pain
Then ask the people why the hell they cheer for me
And to the sunlight, get ready
'Cause when I grab it, it will never shine like
before
And to all those fools
Get ready, 'cause a little cowboy's coming in shooting
Listen to me, Mc Ceja
Smoke from the peace pipe, 'cause I'm starting the war
I know you want me
But you don't have the guts to slap me
The one who tells me he's gonna bury me
Doesn't have the guts to bury Baby Rasta
The one who sings to you, sings to you
I know I annoy you, but my lyrics are heavy
Listen to me, Polish guy, I throw your words back
And I spit in your face
The thug has arrived
Once again, singing to the girls, girl
I'm aggressive when I'm on stage
I come hitting hard like Mike Tyson
You can't compete with the man who's