Santa Cos

Mamacita
Where's Santa Claus?
Where's Santa Claus
And the toys he used to leave?
Mamacita

It's Christmas time
A season of peace, love, and joy
Another chance
To hold on to the good and let go of the negativity
There are some, the evil elves
And others, the three wise men
But brother, don’t dwell in the past
And don’t brag about what you give
Look at what the people have given you
Ladies and gentlemen
Straight from the North Pole
The one everyone’s waiting to see
Where the cold reigns, twelve months a year
Where the heat doesn’t feel, it’s strange
Be ready
After hearing my voice
That this year doesn’t end with you closing
The one who closes is Santa Claus

Rest in peace Buddha, and my respect to his family
I always think of him at night when I open the Bible
And I don’t forget his words: Cosculluela, do you remember?
Don’t shake hands twice with someone who bites you
That’s why I’m receptive, and I stay positive
And no one’s gonna rap harder while I’m alive
So get in line, big shots from the calendar
Because after I pack them, they’re crying for me to save them
I’m El Princi, the trendsetter, the cause
The son of Jehovah sent to earth to put you on pause
We’re not in the 90s, we’re in 2014
Shout out to all the neighborhoods, especially Ponce
Your Mercedes is 2011, what are you bragging about then?
If it weren’t for a hundred deals, your jewels would be bronze
The lion looking for shortcuts, bro, get to work
And don’t brag about the streets, who the hell have you taken down?
Black clothes, mask and gloves, and sneakers
In case there’s trouble, I’m outta here in a flash, man
What a joker, you used the people as a mechanism
After you’re out, you’re fronting on us
This is from yesterday to today, everyone knows who I am
And in this war, I get the same shit as Floyd
Everyone wants to take me down but they know deep down
You wanna lose your cash? Bet it all on Tempo
(El Princi!)

You askin' about me
I'm the biggest, baddest, roughest, toughest dude to ever do it
You gotta know better than that, homeboy

Don’t call me for meetings, full of losers
Nor to limit what I say in my songs
This is gonna keep going and I’m gonna say what I wanna say
So drop the guns, man, and get to writing
You’re fighting with the big boss, with Tupac
The only one in the game who won’t suck you off
And I confess he asked me for ten bucks
Good thing I didn’t send you shit, you’ve forgotten even the prisoners
Shout out to Chal doing time in the feds
And to my little brothers in juvenile and state
Prison’s for everyone, don’t try to front
Just because you’re Tempo, your case ain’t special
What’s up, man? I’m here standing and alive
Deal with Coscu while I’m living
You’ve talked a lot of shit all these years, respect your seat
So stay put, man, because the seat that’s here is mine
I’m sitting on the throne, and I won’t fall apart
And before I fall, the ozone layer falls
The island floods, all the corners are parallel
The kids don’t lie, who’s the best? Cosculluela!
I’m not from the streets, I’m from my house
Man, what were you dressed as the day you went to Plaza?
The old jacket from Old Navy, you went to pick up the girls
The Thanksgiving shoes were all stained with gravy

Learn to be humble with your own, my brother
Mera Getto and Gastam, they drank with you
The songs of Free Tempo
The instincts, the strikes, how much shit they did
And you don’t even send a greeting, and Pucho, man?

Singing like a pig, Mexican, I pull you out of the hole
You made your movie and registered it as a package
All sand, knowing about the cancer and the girl
And before you put him on blast, you say something about your chains
Like half a million, like the penthouse in San Juan
The Retro comes straight to the dock from Taiwan
Get off the cruise, I’m gonna talk to you straight even though I don’t want to
You’re stuck in the time of Big Boy, and with the beats, it’s Playero
Don’t call me to make peace
Whatever happens, hit them with the gas chamber
Don’t take off the costumes, the guy’s tripping
He flipped on the deceased along with Richie In The House
You’re disoriented, your record sales never existed
The cash from Buddha was because Jaime was putting it up
And don’t lie to your people that you paid 120
For the V chain, if that V is for Vicente
You suck up to Yankee because the dude visited you
I would’ve visited you, but nobody invited me
And then you call me without having met me at the moment
And you tell me to send you ten grand because you’re Tempo
I don’t believe you, Santa’s already on the sleigh
Heading to Palma just to give me this trophy
For being the one who buries the captain of the fakes
And I’m going straight to your studio, to push it up your ass, man

El Princi
El Cerebelebelium, El Mueka
That’s my man
Millo!
Roll out the red carpet
The emperor of the marble courts has arrived
Damn man
You think I’m fighting with the toughest?
Man, you’re fighting with the toughest
You don’t know what you’re doing, boy
You got busted up
You got no stamina
Rottweilas Inc
And White Li, White Li, White Lion
Bryan Lee
And the Beat Monster, Young Hollywood