Mi Triunfo y tu derrota

Hey, you bastard, here comes the badass!!!

For you, jerk,
who thought you were the best,
just throw yourself away,
because I’ve arrived.
The champion is here,
I’m the best in the hood,
spitting rhymes.

Look, you better give up because
you can’t even rhyme,
your name,
are you even a man?
You’d be better off burning up
and jumping off a cliff.

Chorus:
(Look, you bastard, fuck off and give up,
fuck off and give up.)

Let’s see, my friend, if you really want to play,
let’s play then.
With my rhymes, I’ll reward you,
that trophy is already mine.
Tell me, you little shit,
who taught you to sing,
because you can’t compare to me.
I learned in the streets,
meeting important people,
okay...

I learned to dance
with a girl who made me float,
slipping through the air,
fell without a word,
because here I am writing,
not just eating,
I’m fired up
just hearing your name.
You’ve got me spitting out
pretty rhymes.
I’m saying goodbye, beautiful people,
this rhyme was short.

As you see,
one more time,
I tell you and repeat,
with my rhymes, I’ll squeeze you,
and with the rhythm
that I write.

The crew taught me to rhyme,
while Calle 13 taught me to sing.
If you want to compare
your singing to mine,
you’ll have to win
1 MTV, win 3 Grammys.
When the governor invites you to sing,
rap in the spotlight, you can talk.
But no, better not speak,
stay quiet, tie a knot.

I’ll crush you,
because I train every day.
I do crazy things
with my pillow,
and I spit lemonade,
and in the bathtub with my soapy hand,
I pull 30 stunts,
thinking of you
and your sesame scent.
I get wild like a boar.

Okay, my girl, this last part was for you,
but the rest was
for anyone who wants to be like me.
Okay.

Chorus:
(Look, you bastard, fuck off and give up,
fuck off and give up.)

I’ll stick to you
like a stamp.
I’m going to cause a stampede.

Fire up, Calle 13, fire up...!!!