RIP OSITO

But if now I express myself and you're throwing things at me, brother
I'm not going to stay quiet
I'm going to make a real rap
I'm not going to make a trap like a coward
I'm going to bring fire like him, you understand, brother?
I'm going to really bring it
Are you ready to go to the studio and respond with fire?
Brother, that is—, that is not a question

I want to see how they throw at me if they see me face to face
Talking shit out of their mouth and acting brave
But when we see you and we show you hot
You'll know that you don't mess with the criminals
I have people who will steal your soul
I'll make your face look like a panda's face
Yours don't love you, much less support you
And if we talk about music, you don't live it, you sing it
Bastard, I'm your father wherever I go
I saw your girlfriend dancing with me at the club
I took her to the VIP after I grabbed her tits
She said she wanted the millionaire Rooster
You live with depressions, with mental problems
The music in yours is from the nationals
Your brother is a bitch who has no balls
To face me in a street war
I took you to Warner to sign
Not even your father trusted or cried for me
You bit the hand that helped
And now I'm going to exile you, bitch, I'm the gang

Mother, mine, uncle, again in the shit, uncle
Again we've messed up here

For Andresina's whore I also have
Your sister is a pig and I'm going to keep fucking her
Then I'll give her back to you
Your father is a snitch, collaborates with the cops
I shit on his dead, I don't want him to play dumb
The golden and platinum hand so they know
Everyone already knows that you're their puppet
You can't handle the street, since nobody respects you
And the band sinks everyone, you go with double masks
This is a burial, sorry for your deceased
I feel like Yankee, I'm going to change the matter
You have AIDS and smell bad
It's not me saying it, man, it's your people
Don't cut off your hand or bite it
Because if you do, you'll be swept away
You're going to know what's real until death
And when we see each other you're going to eat your teeth
Tell me where and when, don't tell me stories
You're not that much, you have no talent
Don't act like a saint and that you're suffering
If you've never lived the suffering of the neighborhood
I'm still on the street with drugs
And you keep sucking, fucking with faggots
You throw at me, he cooperates and this one doesn't forgive
It's like comparing the Chinese with the supermarket

My brother, you know that we roosters are more than a family
And here we are and we will be with you to death
From childhood for whatever
And if these people want war, they will have it
God is great and puts everyone in their place, bitch
Take good care of your back
If you hear this you know very well that I hate them
Brother, you know we are with you to death
You know you are my brother, all the north is with you
And here you have your home, you have your family
For whatever and whoever, my brother
Hey, Rooster, tell all those talkers that here on the coast we are a family
That we are ready for war and for whatever, okay?

It's the kid from the convi
Only roosters with the roosters, got it?
The golden hand, the real one
From Graná' but from the neighborhood