Guerras Musicales

I get wrapped up in musical wars,
Verbal words and casual styles,
Military strategies, instrumental grounds,
Where I move and you don’t even feel the weight
Hidden in a hill in camouflage gear,
Watching for signals and using key glances,
From a high point observing with binoculars,
Cosculluela, here comes this extravagant singer,
Shining like fire in the bright sun,
Cosculluela now I’m rising like foam
To a height so distant it’s like the moon,
I’ve got MCs who are secretly my students,
And I train them under the movement of planet Mars,
Under moon and sun, deliver us from all evil, Lord,
I thank you for being born with the master flow
But with the show, I’m gonna stay,
The crown is mine even if I have to steal it,
I’m a criminal and I’m wanted in 50 states,
The whole nation is after this outcast
Desperate for the strong lyrics I hear,
Sit down and listen, maybe this is too much for you.

With a rustic style, rhymes that hit hard,
Causing physical wear, here comes the one and only,
I’ve got an artistic scheme, a musician,
The king of maximum style and lunacy has arrived,
The rough lyrics come in 30 different forms,
To shut down those who invent,
Strong as thunder on a cold stormy night,
Dodging raindrops with internal force movement,
Like a magician casting spells, I turn rain into hail,
And I disappear before the ice hits the ground,
I’m the one who builds bridges with my rhyme,
Making them sound from Puerto Rico to China,
I’m at the top sitting on the peak of the planet,
Among all the singers, I wear the crown,
Correct position and refreshing verse like mint,

I slide by on the slow slope to the sales,
And to the different transactions by the tons,
That go down in the alleys,
Puerto Rico, I represent you, I carry you inside
Wherever I am at this moment,
And every day that I live, every time the sun rises,
I’m Boricua, Borinquen, my pride grows for you,
I know this, I was born for this, I’m an expert in this,
And from the cake, I now take the piece I deserve,
So many years practicing and studying rhymes,
To make this singer a lyricist in the big leagues,
Training myself in dark rooms,
With candles lit and food,
Preaching night and day, I rise to what spies,
To what is pure writing,
My level is impossible to match, no doubt.