La Banda (feat. Tempo y Ñejo)

That's why Tempo always rises, to hell with fake people
Your loyalty walked barefoot and I kill them even in sauce
I hit like a blunt in a break and I get high even if it causes pain
On the way to Bayamón to see Ñengo with the broko
Always fair and tough, not stupid either
The timbales sound, let's go inside with all the flavor

Little by little their idols are rusting
Everyone copying, remixes being forced
Envying each other, you're killing yourselves
Keep fixing yourselves, because inside you're all ranking
And your Instagram rappers are bad, scared at home and a bug sucking

They have to suck a bug, they won't aim it
I've always lived in war, born to kill
They never kill with their hands when it's time to shoot
Left to squeeze the trigger and the songs will fly

Glock chipped, 30 rounds, not peppermint
I'm still standing thanks to my mom's prayer
I hear voices in the distance calling and shouting at me
No matter how hard I try to get rid of it, the bad doesn't leave me

If you want to avoid it, keep calm
Problems with me itch like they have scabies
Hey, they tremble when they see me
They didn't kill me, now they're calling me, the bug

That set up a party and a guaguancó
My boxers are sized like the Glock's magazines
I'm from Puerto Rico, where the fire comes from
Here, those who run, end up peeling a lot

They've been waiting for this for a long time
Tell me, Ñengo, tell me, Tempo
Salsa and control, the fania has arrived
Instant death and we take Hitler out of Germany

Héctor Lavoe, Maelo, and Chamaco
Getting tough with the robberies and I don't even pull out the guns
The crew arrived, bastard, who sent you?
Tell me who you are to tell you who you're with

In a blunt dance even the deaf
The owners of powdered Coca-Cola have arrived
Getting tough since '95
I'm Jordan with the 23 and the 45

Through the airport on the I-95
Selling the white flake that leaves their ass trembling
I remember we started selling bags of five
From Saint Antoine to the 25
(I have one for $40 or two for $75)

Anyone who disrespects gets shot on the spot
I know damn envy is eating you up inside
I bring the sauce to lay you down on the cement
I gave him two trips in the mouth and he twisted on the pavement
Alliance of generals, the abnormal ones returned
Walking low, always low profile
The animals are watching him

Mera, Jan Paul
Like Jerry Masucci mixing thick salsa
Yeah, Ñengo Flow
Okay
What up, broko?
Ha, Ñejo
Real G4 life, my nigga
The crew arrived
Here everyone is a boss, here no one commands
The crew arrived
Over in San Antonio, in Sarabanda
The crew arrived
Carolina, Cabo, and Bayamón
The crew arrived
Puerto Rico is really hot
Hahahaha