Santa Cos

Mamacita
Where is Santa Claus?
Where is Santa Claus
And the toys that he would leave?
Mamacita-

We are in Christmas
A time of peace, love, and happiness
Another opportunity
To tie up the good things and let go of the negativity
There are some, the evil elves
There are others, the three wise men
But brother, don't live in the past
Don't brag about what you give
See what the people have given you
Ladies and gentlemen
Directly from the North Pole
The one everyone waits to see
Where the cold reigns, all 12 months of the year
Where the heat is not felt, it's strange
Be precocious
After hearing my voice
That this year doesn't end with you closing
The one who closes is Santa Claus

May Buddha rest in peace 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 those who bite you
That's why I'm receptive, and I stay positive
And no one will rap harder while I'm alive
So line up, tough guys from the calendar
Because after I pack them, they're crying in the feds for me to take them out
I'm El Princi, the standard, the cause
The son of Jehovah sent to earth to pause you
We're not in the 90s, we're in 2014
Greetings to all the neighborhoods, especially Ponce
Your Mercedes is 2011, what are you bragging about then?
If it weren't for a hundred standards, your clothes would be bronze
The lion looking for a shortcut, get to work, daddy
And don't brag about the street, who the hell have you taken down?
Black clothes, mask and gloves, and sneakers
In case of problems, go out for miles, bastard
What kind of joker, you used the people as a mechanism
After you leave, you're fronting us to ourselves
This is from yesterday to today, everyone knows who I am
And in this war, the same shit happens to me as to Floyd
Everyone wants to take me down but deep down they know
Do you want to lose your money? Bet it all on Tempo
(El Princi!)

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

Don't call me for meetings, bunch of bastards
Nor to limit what I say in my songs
This will continue and I'll say what I want to say
So drop the guns, bastard, and start writing
You're fighting with the big papaupa, with Tupac
The only one in the genre who doesn't suck up to you
And I confess that he asked me for ten pesos
Good thing he didn't send you to hell, you've even forgotten the prisoners
Greetings to Chal killing time in the federal
And to my little brothers in the juvenile and state
Prison is for everyone, don't pretend
That because you're Tempo your case is more special
What's up, bastard? I'm here standing and alive
Support Coscu while I'm alive
You've talked a lot of shit all those years, respect your seat
So stay put, bastard, because the seat there is mine
I'm sitting on the throne, and I don't crumble
And before I fall, the ozone layer falls
The island is flooding, all the corners are parallel
Children don't lie, who's the best? Cosculluela!
I'm not from the street, I'm from my house
Bastard, what did you dress up as the day you went to Plaza?
The old Old Navy jacket, you went to pick up the babes
The Thanks Giving shoes were all gravy-stained

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 strike, how much shit they did
And you don't even send a greeting, And Pucho, bastard?

Pig's song, Mexicano got you out of the hole
You made your movie and registered them as a package
All sand, knowing about cancer and the girl
And before promoting him you say something about your chains
That if half a million, that if the penthouse in San Juan
The Retros arrive at the dock directly from Taiwan
Get off the cruise, I'm going to talk to you straight even though I don't want to
You're for Big Boy's time, and with the rhythms it's already Playero
Don't call me to make amends
Whatever happens, put them in the gas chamber
Don't take off the disguises that the guy is troubled
He turned to the deceased along with Richie In The House
You're disoriented, your record sales never existed
Buddha's money was for Jaime who put it
And don't lie to your people that you paid 120
For the V garment, if that V is for Vincente
You suck up to Yankee because the bastard visited you
I would have visited you, but no one invited me
And then you call me without having met me at the time
And you tell me to send you ten thousand pesos because you're Tempo
I don't believe you, Santa is already on the sleigh
On my way to Palma just to give myself this trophy
For being the one who buries the captain of the fatulo'
And I'm going straight to your studio, to push it up your ass, bastard

El Princi
El Cerebelebelium, El Mueka
That's my man
Millo!
Roll out the red carpet
The emperor of the marble ass has arrived
Damn bastard
You think I'm fighting with the toughest
Bastard, you're fighting with the toughest
You dont know what you're doing, boy
You got bested
You got no stamina
Rottweilas Inc
And White Li, White Li, White Lion
Bryan Lee
And the Beat Monster, Young Hollywood