ARCÁNGEL (BZRP Music Sessions #54)

Austin, baby
La Marash
Hey, yo
Bah

Did you see, Gonzalo, that we finally made it? And you, when you're ready, let me know
To travel the world with the rap I have, I don't need a VISA
I light a Portobello when I get off the plane, as soon as the pilot lands
We arrive in Italy and, with our presence, we straighten the Leaning Tower of Pisa, yeah

Active in music, also in the streets, my reputation remains untarnished
Like a mountaineer, I enjoy the view without fear of any avalanche
The Komodo dragon that came out of the mud, now enters through the wide door
This legendary flow has no adversary, like Maradona on the field

I killed them and they want me to lower it
I pass through customs without checking the luggage
Bastard, I come from the neighborhood, my journey was difficult
Now I have tours where they don't understand my language

I kept killing them and they asked me to lower it again
I asked the accountant for a million to spend this month
C'est la vie, I went to Paris and learned to speak French
These trappers are my children, I was part of their childhood

They want to see me fail
They've been trying for years, but that's not going to happen
I joined Biza, Biza, a combination of Dybala with Leo
I break the competition
And, like Dibu, I pass the trophy for the beast, prra

Three million and something in clothes
They don't need to understand me
In my deepest depression, I don't get stressed
I heal myself by buying the store

I have an amazing note
Don't call me, my schedule is already full
Mera, Biza, light this shit up

(Let's go)

Hello, I arrived
I got off with some Bottega Vene boots
I asked
What's wrong with the pilot, who hasn't landed since I took off?
I waited for my time, I didn't get desperate
I rested for a couple of years, I came back and hit it
Killing it like Shakira to Piqué
I don't play soccer, but I beat them

I know it hurts them, hurts
To see me up here, I know it hurts them
I leveled up
And now I have properties that I enter and they look like hotels

A huge garden of violet buds
My own herb, how good it smells
I've been living on tour for a long time
Playing on the radio and appearing on TV

I killed them and they want me to lower it
I pass through customs without checking the luggage
Bastard, I come from the neighborhood, my journey was difficult
Now I have tours where they don't understand my language

I kept killing them and they asked me to lower it again
I asked the accountant for a million to spend this month
C'est la vie, I went to Paris and learned to speak French
These trappers are my children, I was part of their childhood

Here, buddy, this was done in one take
I'm harder than the shields of the gladiators in Rome
Matte black Escalade, red Ferrari, and two Tacomas
My 9 that I put Bizarrap on, I send it and everyone ends up in a coma

Uh-uh!
You adjusted the volume and the bass when I told you the first time
(I told you)
From Puerto Rico to Argentina, this got hot again, yeah
(Bizarrap)

(Well done, dude, we killed it)