#RenéRenuncia

D-Note Is On The Beat
The Beatllionare
Jojojojo
Yeah-yeah

My soul adores Jehovah, all the honor is of Jesus
And the glory is of the Spirit, who in the dark gives light
It's eternal power, and without worrying about the government
You called Santa Cos, bastard, and it's not winter

Hold on with the two, there's fire for everyone who messes with me
It's El Princi, the flow created dismantling ships
The perfect delivery, my failures are 0%
And the name that torments you since you threw Inside
Dare-dare-dare, say it
That just because we're White Lion doesn't mean we're sewn from the same thread

I uninstall them and for you there's nothing worse
Than a cardboard thug taking your stick
Visitor, look for the guitars and congas
Tie them to the bongos and hold on wherever you are placed
After this, they go to the Kawasaki tribe
We're not in the Amazon, this area is Porto Rocky

I'm warming up, look for the Medal
Because when I warm up I feel like Xander Zayas
The impenetrable defense, the untouchable
My bars are double-edged, so think before you speak
I have all your data in the notebook
You can't criticize the candidate without living under the government
You can't criticize that there are no jobs if you don't live in the 100x35

Bo, you don't contribute anything, wow, wow, wow, wow

Yo, my nigga, where are you from?
You ain't from PR
You up in LA
Scared like the lil' bitch that you are
Wow-woh
Chulin-chulin-chunfly
Open your mouth and your teeth fall out
Chulin-chulin-chunfly
Sincerely, Jordan without acting fly

You aim at Balvin, don't aim at the Servant
And aiming at Coscu is like going to the desert and handing yourself over to the crows
Aim at Coscu, who doesn't know Pablo Coelho
But I made this one just now to break the ice
Resident of LA since 36
But come down to the strike of pieces in Hato Rey
To take pictures and look rebellious in El Vocero
And how many pieces does the guy have full? Tell me: Zero

He wasn't in the hurricane
Nor in the earthquakes
He landed in a Macan as always for the photo
To record himself criticizing and pointing out a broken pipe
PR for you is so shitty? Well, don't live with us

We have to corner him and release him on Mona Island
Leave him for twenty days with malt and donuts
To see if he unblocks us by listening to the tides
Gentlemen, the only idealist who has no idea

White Lion, White Lion, Tego doesn't give it to you
White Lion, White Lion, and speaking the truth

The hypocrisy of those times when you were up to date
You won twenty GRAMMYs, never mentioned Elias
They've called me a couple of idiots, call all the ones you have
I don't believe in revenge, my Jehovah is the one who avenges
I don't believe in revenge or the Pharisees' rules
If I were you, I'd look for the Bible, atheist, and look in Matthew

Ha-ha-ha-ha
I got the holiness in me
I got the style
I don't give a fuck, nigga
Yeah-yeah

Resi, I pray for you, but you don't pray
And I know you're busy with the beer thing
On the first throw, they said: Made in Iraq (piece of shit)
That's camel broth, tastes like expired Keystone

And tyranny is not law, I scare you in sixteen
I kill you without delay, without mentioning Rubén Blade
May Tito Roja rest in peace, bosi, attend to me, dude
Wimbledon is not the same if the final is on clay

And I don't know if it's the alcohol or so much Spanish
But your themes annoy, bastard, you're on cruise control
If the accent, if the esdrújula, today it pushes you
And you who don't believe in Christ, get a compass

You're losing your way and you know it
Greetings to my Venezuelans who saw you sucking up to Hugo Chávez
Where poverty reigns, there can't be a dictatorship
Life is hard without machetes in the waist

You're not Tito Kayak
You're catching a star
And after I finish, go into the hole and that's it
Shut up, we're already fed up in Puerto Rico
With so much philosophy and the philosopher was Vico

The intelligent style you use
With that shit you no longer deceive
Go look for the Antillean, have Tokischa call
Resident joins, the sausage sandwich with legend

I don't give a fuck, nigga
Look, he's already using the word 'nigga', degrading
Go to hell, bastard!
And you've always known who the beast is, bastard
But you're always dodging
But let's give it to him, let's give it to him whenever you want
Throw at me tomorrow, at night I'll throw another

Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The machine, the animal, the beast
The Princi
Is
Are you gonna be a bastard? Are you crazy, bastard?
Kid Kev
The motherfucker Beatllionare

Tell me, Echo
Prr
Rottweillas
White Lion
This is Jungl up in here

Oh, you're throwing at me, speaking in English
Go to hell, bastard, that's what you speak
Man, I bet when you're at home all you speak is English
You put on chains, you put on a Cuban, you look in the mirror, you put on some glasses
Bumbán, bumbán
But since you already made that humble movie, you can't do anything, ha, pff!
Jojo