Fruto Rojo

Yeah, check it out, yo
School, eh
Eh, yo, listen

How many were the ones who did this like me?
Few, right?
I've seen so many flow imitators
That there's no reason to give in to your false passion
My pencil is stronger, calm your imagination
Years of liberation (check it out), I seem like a Rolling Stone
Because every song becomes a classic
For the tiger of the street, a caress to the heart
Because he understands what I tell, has the same vision (true shit)

Where are you going, champion?
Did you think this was yours?
But it's more mine than someone selling any nonsense
I flow like the red fruit of the apple among the weeds
Making good sweets that I then distribute

Through the alley (true shit), isn't it too much for you all?
It's about hip-hop, the drawings on the walls
Do you really feel it as much as you claim on social media?
Or is it just to pass the time so a couple of cats buy stories?
(One, one, one shot, ah)
I don't have to talk about Biggie or 2Pac (nah)
Nor how much I know about the movement
Rappers of the moment: do you understand what I'm saying?
While I write, I have two kilos under the seat

And I'm calm (always), I remain calm, my pulse steady
When I want, I go out to the street and teach respect
To these clowns who think they have bars for the ghetto
But the ghetto knows who's lazy and who's posh (yeah, yeah)

So calm down the flow, MDB doesn't show mercy (nah)
To any fool who throws and thinks they deserve it
Since 2013 making this shit heavy
Going against the cops, politicians, and judges

Through the alley (Yeah), through the money, through the butter
If they don't approve of this, they're all a bunch of fakes (all fake)
I'm the daddy of this because I tell the truth (the real deal)
Like it or not, my crew is respected (MDB)
How many stories tell of live cockroaches in the scene?
They won't do it like this, no matter how much they train all day (nah)
Because you're born for this, daddy, I carry it in my veins
Like Cenfe, Franky, Troca, and Chuleta when they play (yeah, yeah)

We walk around the corner weighing the feed (eh)
We carry the turbine (eh)
They say we've reached the neighborhoods of Argentina (yes)
The Dominican calls, says: Mero, I want vitamins

Because she knows there's quality in everything I have (always)
Hard to stay and look how I stay (yes)
Making money if I sing it, if I steal it, if I sell it
So my kids have some nice pastimes

In my absence (bless), what am I going to tell you, Santa Maria? (What am I going to tell you?)
Little by little, all day long, I sin (all day long)
My lyrics a problem for the damn police
Because there's no other bandit who brings so much poetry (nah)

Accumulated (yeah), ready to release it straight to the field
The Mero Mero, one on the way, five in the rematch (bad there)
There's no other rapper alive who paints the iron
Like H paints it without leaving any stains (and like that)
Fuck that shit