El Mejor Libra X Libra

I lived that, I know the value, when the diamonds shine
Rolex and Versace, things ain't like before
How much is there for me?
I can't get there, let's talk on Tuesday

Diplomatic passport, always traveling like a gangster
You guys are analog, I changed the protocol
Fine my catalog, Tommy are the polos
You guys are worth so little that you fit in parentheses
I keep synthesizing, without using prosthetics

If you can't, just watch and that's it
If you can, you can
Yankee's humility
Mayweather's arrogance
Customized accessories in the Mercedes
Carbon fiber dashboard and leader seats
TV women, quiet, one shaves
Fiscal's file stuck together with staples
The minors? For you, one doesn't uncover them anymore
Sorry, rookie, but that stage is burnt

It's Young King, Young Rich
Young Feller, Young Boba
Young Business, Young CEO
Young Michael, Young Nova

Connecting with the Puerto Rican cartel
The villain mafia, A.K. to the dumb mafia
You're a velvet replica of fake skin
You're more artificial than a hotel breakfast

Hey you broke
Satellite, we don't use walkie-talkies
With twelve pairs of Giuseppe, I buy two of your Cherokee

I crush the beat, I'm an Outyi
The A of pi, look at me
Always V.I.P., sorry, I saw
What are your numbers in the game?
My self-esteem without a plate goes over your ego
They don't reach the route, nor the way I move
In the DR, there's only one King, then they're all motherfuckers
They look through binoculars to see how I rise
I already talked to the flight attendant, don't get on that again

Before answering you, if my house is empty
The strongest one is in Bameso, Bameso in Villa Maria
What they tell you and pass you that information
When they see me in person, it goes down and sucks this asshole

If you do conscious rap, why not create consciousness?
By the way I look for myself, it's killing the conscience
You were tough and we give it to you, don't get confused, I don't suck
If you want to compare me, do a tour and then we talk

Pay me bro, you have to pay me with the closing
When the manager closes, when the cash register closes
Let me explain, why do I double what you're looking for?
Because you get paid with what's done with the hookah
I don't play every day because I don't lack money
Who has plenty of sweets, doesn't kill for a piñata

Many ask why Bulova doesn't mark it?
Because in times of plenty, I ate the skinny cow
Many go up and down, others go down and up
I walk above the sky, in the air I walk on the cloud

I used to worry because I wasn't partying
Now I worry about how much the Ferrari will cost
I'm kinda arrogant, shit, Nani told me
A Prima Opera perfume is 200 at Bulgari

Drako turns on the console, Chris give it power
Open the microphone, pass me the headphone, I'm gonna ride hot
You guys play when I can't and sometimes in December
You guys are the ones of the moment, I'm the always one

It's Young King The King
You're listening to one of the best MCs
Who has blessed the microphone
The Best Pound for Pound
Bulova
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Tell me, Tilman