El Bueno, El Malo, y El Feo

Hey, it's the ugly one's turn
So throw this one for yourself
Instead of one, there are three
I married the plague
I'm the one who throws like the pros
From the school of Vico and E-D-D
Your throat got stuck with the cocolo
I crushed your dreams of greatness, blackened them
And they're blaming us
Pressuring us, talking nonsense, marginalizing us
Instead of being Tego who sings to you
It could be Tego who robs you
Trap in hand
I fight so my daughter never goes hungry
That's why they have to kill me
And don't think it's just talk, I sing with anger
I get stubborn in the ring
I'm not to blame for your failure, clown
Let me be crazy and don't pay attention
Listen to what's good for you
Cry, cry, baby
People like you 5-3 have me
You don't pay my debts, nor give me money
And the real ones don't threaten, just talk talk

I don't know why they want to throw over here
(They ran out of oil in their lamps!)
And they can't handle their dirty lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left, man?)
I don't know why they want to throw over here
(They ran out of oil in their lamps!)
And they can't handle their dirty lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left, man?)

I continue on my journey
Straight from the underground, with a wild flow
No character lends themselves to sabotage
No one can handle the gang
They talk too much and don't amount to anything
They ran out of oil in their lamps
Many suites, many weapons, much bling bling
And when it comes down to it, they run away like Hussein
I already know those mechanisms
They've been trying to knock down my kiosk for a thousand years
They don't compare to my lyrics
Because they live on the island, but in fantasy
My friend, don't sleep on the trio
For us, this is easy
It goes very fast, and dreams of being first
Where the captain rules, the sailor doesn't rule
This is a gathering for history
From Puerto Rico to the world in victory
Doing different things
Because I'm not stuck, people like me

I don't know why they want to throw over here
(They ran out of oil in their lamps!)
And they can't handle their dirty lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left, man?)
I don't know why they want to throw over here
(They ran out of oil in their lamps!)
And they can't handle their dirty lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left, man?)

Here comes the one with the gift of gab
More classic than Doña Fela
The architect of the old school
And the plans of those who envy me are canceled
Now let's see if the gas peels
Because what's mine eats more than Pac-Man
I have many more tricks than Batman's belt
Your words against mine wear you out
They get bored with yours, they crawl with mine
Here are the good, the bad, and the ugly
Throwing banana peels behind us
So that those who chase us slip
For those who talk about junkies, let their jaw turn
Government, listen well to my complaint
I have lyrics that can destroy your earlobe
You abused me behind bars
But now I'm out, and my flaws don't bother me
So splash, jump, squeak
What I have is itching
You can't beat me even in marbles
And look who explains it to them, chew
The ones who crush those who criticize

I don't know why they want to throw over here
(They ran out of oil in their lamps!)
And they can't handle their dirty lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left, man?)
I don't know why they want to throw over here
(They ran out of oil in their lamps!)
And they can't handle their dirty lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left, man?)