SAN MIGUEL

Frabian, make him cry
(Mission: CVRBOM VRMOR)

To you alone I give glory, Father, forgive me
For the blood that will run through my hands
Today I step on the Devil's head, San Miguel flow
My enemy is anyone who worships Lucifer

Marks of war, are my testimony
The house specialty, I'm dedicated to hunting demons'
Trumpet sounds, marks territory
The only chain that has not been removed from you, weighs you down, and that is the chain of hate

Fire is fought with fire, your ego is eating you alive
Escape valve, you made Tego throw away the lawyer's money
Trili, leave that fronting, I would anchor if it came to the count
You left your co-defendant in the dust, that's why I'm not going to stop you

David and Goliath, God has my back, I'm going to kill myself on the line with you
Amanda Serrano, I always go forward, no one is going to throw in the towel
Respect is earned on the street, you know, that is not rehearsed
That's why you hide in the Hyatt to take photos of yourself shitting on the beach

Oh, Berry, The Boster in The Hague
I have a tank just like you, but I do have it in Baya
Because you're booking a group, that's why you're always cool (shh)
Your worst enemy is not CHIMI, your worst enemy is Yaya (bing, bong)

You justified yourself, I'll apply the crazy thing to you
Don't buy more chains, buy a heart instead
He cancels the show when he doesn't have his mailbox, ouch
You are nervous, read and look up the proverb
That the fall of the haughty always comes when he becomes arrogant

To you alone I give glory, Father, forgive me
For the blood that has just flowed through my hands
Today I stepped on the devil's head, flow San Miguel
So that they see that the blood of Christ has power

The devil died
(Fa-Farru)
Carbon Fiber Music

You don't kill, you're ugly, the street knows
There is a Jew at the table who doesn't fit here
Through the mouth, you stumble and make mistakes
That's why you are a persona non grata here

You're bitten by me, you're a fan of mine, you don't come close to my navel (do you know what I'm telling you?)
Three faces like the Migos, you never learned, my son, I don't hook up with rats
On the track, I do the moonwalk, I'm floating like Jackson
Shooter, Call Of Duty style I'm rapping in Warzone mode
Grab signal, channel, it's 3G, you're running Verizon
And that's giving you grief, like Jake Paul did to Tyson (Farru!)

This man is dizzy, get him the serum and an Ensure
To raise his sugar level, write him something, Luar (what?)
So that he can defend himself, man, no, damn, what the hell?
He asked Trump for an escort to at least move around

You're screwed, what a pain the blackout is giving you
None of your songs other than Pepas have stuck
You are just a shame, they took off your chains
And you caught another new one, what happened, Tito Problema? (What happened?)

The most real, the most bandit, mere, fool (hey)
Farru smokes, Farru smokes, wow, what a joke
You bought the tank on sale and it came in a combo
With the K-9s, the handcuffs and the screens

Look at me, how the humble rebels
And I apply it to the trili and the novel falls apart
What's so good about a gangster, a criminal?
When you accept that you are not street, we will take off the glove

You're a stupid kid, don't be so cocky
When I wanted to go down to Baya I called him dirty
The world has turned upside down for you, brother, you're scared
And after spending so much time in the protection, you've been left bald (Farru!)

Who like me changes you to this flow?
You don't give yourself updates like I do
We'll take you out like Rosello
Pick it up, this one fell

If you're scared, take Pepto-Bismol
You don't shine even with Armor All
'You're expired, your color has gone
To be a man you lack courage (you have to have courage)

To go head to head with me
I like it that way, when they think they're bandits
Everyone who has tried, I have split him in half
(I'm leaving, I'm leaving) Farru!

To go head to head with me
I like it that way, when they think they're bandits
Everyone who has tried, I have split him in half
(Go away, go away) Farru! (Noise!)

Soldier and prophet, don't mess with a son of God
You are not real, your mask fell off
Soqueta, you forgot that I'm from Bayeta
This runs my blood, I shoot in the ramrod

The cowboy, I don't trade respect for money
You don't get angry, you're not a warrior
Traveler, you are a tremendous talker
The favorite artist of moviegoers

Come on, tell me, bo, let's go over there, bo
You dropped it, it has no code
What happened to you? You are not a friend
From no one, only a friend of the benefit

Hypocrite, narcissist
I don't fight for Insta
Get on a track
And show us, to see if you are an artist