La Diferencia Entre Tu Y Yo

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

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

They want to rise by force
Making a stop
They want to surpass Gringo and Baby Rasta
With my own style, they won't get far
Bambinos, I'm going to 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 your women
Look for your vaqueo
To Lito and Polaco
I have them trampled
They're no longer heard on the radio
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 is the difference between you and me?
(That I started and you want to copy my style!)
What is the difference between you and me?
(That I'm already made and you want to be like me!)
(You know!)

Do you think I envy you?
I don't envy anyone
Don't think that's why I diss them
Everything I have was given by my own style
I'm sincere
I fight for what's mine
Fame isn't made by dissing
Nor is it about how much money you have
And I just hope
That my girl, my girl, my girl, takes me out
To leave you on the floor with my fucking .40
You want my style
I give you my style
You can go to hell with my own style
This song is not just for the bambinos
But for those singers who do the same
I only remember when I was in 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 went to represent Puerto Rico
Latin rap
Known as the underground
(To get where I am...)
(You need to be ranked!)
This is my difference
What is your difference
If what's mine is mine
And what's yours is stolen

What is the difference between you and me?
(That I started and you want to copy my style!)
What is 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 remain 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 have an effect like
Therapy
Don't come to me with that rage
My lyrics are wise
Doing tricks like magic
Of the article
Another chapter
I use mahones, papi
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 uakala
My balls rascalas
You're a shell, asshole
And the songs
Baby Rasta doesn't write them for me

Stop, stop
One moment, DJ Eric
I'm tired
Of the bambinos' fans
Abusing me
And asking why I diss Tito and Hector
You're pitching
Or pretending to be idiots
(Calm down, Baby Rasta!)
(Don't go through the roof!)
(Remember, they're fans of them!)
Okay,
I have no problem with that
But in this style
We were the first
For me, they can all go to hell
Including Tito and Hector
And their fans
I only make music to entertain them
And I don't intend to be number one in this fucking genre
I just want the rapper to be respected
And for the 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 is inspired
That's why I hang out with singers who do it
Not with other pigs who really don't do it

What is the difference between you and me?
That I'm a rapper, you say I'm a bad example
What is the difference between you and me?
If the world was fucked up before they put the stamp on me