Adentro

I know my rhymes sometimes cause disgust
When my neurons run even I scare myself
My responses can be so aggressive
That even the letters run away from me because they're afraid I'll write them

I don't have rifles to kill you, just the track is enough
I turn letters into ideas like an illusionist
In one line I kill you, fracture you, injure you
And in the next I resurrect you when I mention you

That's part of my art that everyone knows
That these rhymes are for you without having to mention you
And I don't do it to avoid friction
I do it so you don't become famous in countries where no one knows you

After seeing how wars and guerrillas move
Do you think I'm going to be afraid of your gang?
Shoot whenever you want, thug rapper
Here the most ingenious wins, not the most thuggish

In your head you're a drug lord wanted by the police
And your guns are like unicorns, of fantasy
There's no problem in having imaginary enemies
But not in having kids believe you're a hitman

You haven't lived three damn difficulties in your life
You didn't lack school, you didn't lack food
If the people in Congo would've had your opportunities
They would be graduates from the best universities

If I take you on a tour to Central Africa
After seeing the war you come out singing Christian lyrics
There your rapper clothes, your baseball cap
And your thug chain melt in the Sun

Or should I take you to Syria so you feel the bombings
And see how they left the kids without arms
What are you going to do when your son gets caught in the club
And without delicacy they blow up his head with an AK?

They erase your brother's face violently?
Or they clean your mom with the short and the 40?
You're dumb, bastard, rapping about blowing brains
In a country where they kill you for stealing a peso

I'm not a saint rapping, much less a gentleman
At some point rhyming I hanged ten sailors
But in that case it's different to incite disorder
Because when tyranny is law, revolution is order

Inside, inside
Deep inside, I left it inside

You want to diss me? Here I leave you a couple of riddles
I'm afraid of cockroaches and lizards
I haven't been played on the fucking radio in Puerto Rico for a year
I've released five albums and I'm still not rich

Some call me a communist, demagogue, hundred percent
The far right hates me, the far left too
My sexual performance is on the ground
After making fun of bald people

I'm running out of hair
I called the governor a son of a bitch and even though he deserved it
Inside I regretted it and didn't say it until today
Before understanding people's inequalities
I bought a used Maserati that now doesn't work

I've screwed up my credit, they won't even sell me a coffee
That's why to pay another installment I prefer to walk
I'm like boxers, I handle money badly
I invest everything in my career, because art comes first

I'm the slowest in my family, I'm not brilliant
I fight for education and I was never a good student
I have a phobia of planes
I like politics, even though I say I don't care

Criticism hurts me
My best friend was killed in a barracks
I have a lot to write, and little paper
My honesty is transparent color

You can see inside me just by looking at me
You can try to diss me and make the attempt
Although to keep being honest, I'm the best at this