Prueba de Sonido (feat. Kendo Kaponi)

The code of my organization
Because of my leader position
Prevents me from dealing with mice like you
My ethics as a joker
And everything I've fought for to be where I am
Makes it clear that I can work with whoever I want
I point you down, deal with that
Kendo

To kill, what is needed is a reason
And my ethics as a joker tells me
That I have to go all the way down with the boss (now, Kendo, what's up)
That if he points you down
I'll go out to work for you at night or day
And you keep trying to confront
But to confront me
You need to check your record
That they never bought my lyrics
The Orphanage!

Sound check, sound sound check
(Raise it, Kendo, testing! Luian, a little delay)
Sound check (the tough ones, daddy)
Sound sound check, sound check
(Raise it, one-two, one-two, raise it, testing)

(Raise it so they think we pay attention to you)

Kendo, the first one to reveal himself
Give him a 30 clip and lower the decibels (puah!)
So he flies to the street (he fell)
Sereno, the comb full
I go down first and you'll hear it like thunder (puah!)

He eats them alive, don't risk it
And to the first one who challenges, throw venom
Leave the door open and to the first one who runs
Aim at him and give it to him in the corner

The car is still in neutral, with the emergency on
The bolt is already open, with the response clips
If the rifle doesn't heat up, I'm going to finish this shit
(Do you remember me, motherfucker? Try these 30)

A thousand cuts and two preps, prr
I'm an original gangster, prr
They call me the Myth, the Matador, prr
Because they look for, what, what

As the tough one says, La Jota
The drop hits the water until the cup cracks
My name doesn't fit inside your mouth
I put my hand on the notebook and the pen seems to float

Kendo Kaponi, paradoxical collateral, Optimus
In control of a global pen, the glorious writer
Measuring forces with me is something paranormal
With an AK-47 Spider

Don always tells me he doesn't play live
If you go to war, he notices it there pending
With the street ready at an angle
So that everything always faces you
Forty or forty-five
The nines keep people alive

You caught us, don't show yourself
Leave the window up
So that it doesn't ambush
With the 30 clip, raise it to full
And with the glass up full
With your face behind the post

From the door
You get on and hook the second, response
(You lower it and put it in series) so it feels
How they disperse, until you see the body twist
From neutral to reverse

I told you, smell-bug
Don't go out without a jacket on cold nights
That shit pierces, doesn't float at the bottom of the river
I'll definitely double the movie in your hood
I tell you in your ear, this is just a

Sound check, sound sound check
(Get ready! Enjoy the hincos well)
Sound check, sound sound check
(I'm going to leave you jumping)
Sound check, sound sound check
(Speak clearly, asshole! Aren't you tough?)
Sound check, sound sound check
(With the erased cap, the 40 doesn't have a safety)

I'm commanding Las Torres
To yours who respond to the sensor
The Indi', so their face runs
In connection with the map, the stamp is pending
I'm going to point you down, so that Osama gets you hot

From Bayamón to Toa Alta, the pressure is felt
Forensic identifies corpses by their teeth
MR is on fire, Virgilio is still active
Street Martians, the monster is still alive (puah!)

I share control of Las Monjas, connection in Juana Matos
I have a bible of records and a list of offenses
For pending missions, a list of forty cats
You want to measure forces, you're going to have a hard time

Sound check, sound sound check
(Raise it, Kendo, testing! Luian, a little delay)
Sound check, sound sound check
Sound check (rra)

A thousand cuts and two preps, prr
I'm an original gangster, prr
They call me the Myth, the Matador, prr
Because they look for, eh-eh

Don set the timer
And you know what I'm capable of
The thing is, you suffer from Alzheimer's
I don't let go of the pen
Like the whores don't let go of the liners
There are thirty of us giving fire
And twenty inside the endaimer

And in cans, the street supplies me with the data
That's why I'm on fire, killing rats around
With an R, blowing the hats off the cowboys
For the triggerman, if I'm the badass of the signs

They sound bad, trying to shout at me to confront
They want war with a beast, well I'm an animal
Warning: If I were you, I'd keep my distance
Because Cuajo lives crazy to kill a singer

Sound check, sound sound check
(Get ready! Enjoy the hincos well)
Sound check, sound sound check
(I'm going to leave you jumping)
Sound check, sound sound check
(Speak clearly, asshole! Aren't you tough?)
Sound check, sound sound check
(With the erased cap, the 40 doesn't have a safety)

The Orphanage!

Your desire, asshole, to fight with me (to fight with who, asshole?)
You lack money, talent, manhood (if you hid)
To you and all your company
A cover of mine (you know it)
Kendo (I have messages from you, motherfucker)
When you're better than him (you know it)
I'll definitely get you (you're crazy, asshole)
You know (with the company)
You look prettier when you're quiet (whenever you want)
You know, around there
By the edge (if you're a big scaredy-cat)
Shh (and you know it)

(Kendo Kaponi) Kendo Kaponi
The king, The Orphanage (so you know)
Speak clearly
We have your goats tied up
Daddy (daddy), DJ Luian (DJ Luian)
Jumbo El Que Produce Solo
DJ Memo (DJ Memo)
Because you're slacking (you're snooping)
Listen to what I'm going to tell you
As my brother Ñoño says (I know your business)
Up here, the elevators broke down (you're not coming here)
The street is a ladder and we're bringing the money to everyone
Say my name, motherfucker, and you die
The Orphanage

(To catch me)
(In any hood near you)
(We're the tough ones)
(And you know it)

You know