Mi Producto

My product, I don't expect you to like it
And to make you like it, I won't make adjustments
The real doesn't sit well with the lies
Whatever you say, impossible for me to get frustrated
Don't look for in me what someone else brought
It's not the outfit, look at my face
Real smile, real gaze
One of the few that doesn't change to raise the cost
Nobody does it like I do, nor I like them please (yessir)
Turn on the air that warms me (skrrt)
I'm throwing bars on the fly

Go chase yourself, I tied myself up
I sound like a horse in this rhythm but Christ is my rider
Whoever attacks me, messes with the same God and angels a cabinet
He promises that the sackcloth cartel
When he warns the helmet that protects Christian rappers
With the perfect sting and the earrings
The street asks for a tighter grip
And since I'm a snitch, this rhythm may crack
The lyrical is great for me
I was hungry for words and Christ brought me a banquet
I'm vigilant like a guard in the bonnet
Looking for who scratches, doesn't have their label stuck
There are many people who think my product is a mess
They haven't left the hole and I already have the bracelet
VIP for that buffet from heaven with all the artillery
They live like molars behind the cheek

I got off track, my bad homie
I like to vent, you already know me
My product spread thanks to EMC Army
Christ chose me so he called me
My product doesn't depend on a producer
My product doesn't stick because of a presenter
My pencil only has one driver
And that's why it reaches the heart of the receiver, let's go
My product doesn't get addicted but it hooks
Three years since fictional truths
And there are still many people who listen to it
And you see that words are not carried away by the breeze

Some pastors don't like my product
But it catches the attention of several shooters
My roof wasn't built by force of pillars
It's Jesus who has taken me to all places
Residential areas, federal prisons
To stages where secular rappers perform
Without a plane or a cruise, I'm crossing seas
Proclaiming that God's love overwhelms them
I could be more commercial but it just doesn't come out
What comes out comes out but nothing is worth to me

Ask Eliud about his visit to Ciudad Juarez
The faces of the children when you tell them they matter
I worry about the motives of some prosecutors
I worry that my life doesn't match up to Christ
I worry that children have cell phones
And pay more attention to that than to their own parents
My product is different for all that
My passion weighs more than money
I'm not here to do what others have done before
I admire them but my role is innovative
Four years ago I left drugs and alcohol and all that was
When I tasted his perfect love
Drugs, violence, and rebellion are real
And my product entered the points to put an end
I can rap eternally without making a chorus
Without failing in a bar and without haste
I ignore the forums of parrots and achievements of ogres
I never write if I don't pray
My product is worth more than gold
EMC