No Te Oigo (Remix) (feat. Ariel Ramirez, Manny Montes, Rubinsky, Romyram y Eliudlvoices)

I'm an heir
Of the man on the cross
I know where I'm going
And the hornet's nest was stirred up
If I had my account
There wouldn't be room for more zeros
You can't monetize my account
My account comes from heaven
Can't hear you, bro
You sound small
You have a lot of videos, money, and swagger but not what I need
Can't hear you, bro
I don't imitate them either
I'm looking for a spiritual note and they don't meet the requirements

I'm tired of the same thing
Mopping the same floor
That you have what I don't
That you have what I don't
That's why I don't even bother anymore
Think about the content, it's not the same as before
You hear their texts, listen to their verses, and they live crying inside
And you must understand that
Life is not what you think
My bad if I'm not up to date and you don't like that I don't sing about pornography
Because it's nonsense that is damaging the minds of minors nowadays
I prefer that on stage
I lead them to the cross of Calvary
I'm not talking about religion
I'm talking about salvation, this is not an option, it's necessary
Hey, wake up, stop being a pain
What's the point of having everything
If your life has become a mess, hey!
They're saying the same thing
It's the same old story, that's why I can't hear you, bro

They're doing the same thing
They're singing the same thing
A lot of blah blah blah
But I don't hear them hitting that same note
They're talking about millions
They're talking about mansions
But they're not real because they're as fake as their songs
If the trash went out, I was the one who entered
And turned off the radio
Whoever opposes, let the fire come with everything
I'm going to light it up like a Molotov
Bring it all to me
I don't ask for everything
In the name of Christ, everyone is saved
They're thugs and gangsters playing around
Rantantantantantan and they're all bad
In their songs, they're all bad, they're all bosses
The devil uses them, they're manipulated, they're puppets
I told you a while ago
I don't listen to you, I turn off your noise and your pride
You're not going to harm my children to feed yours

Can't hear you, bro
You sound small
You have a lot of videos, money, and swagger but not what I need
Can't hear you, bro
I don't imitate them either
I'm looking for a spiritual note and they don't meet the requirements

A dark future predicts
When the cure is rejected
I pave the way for my descendants against trashy ads
They flaunt money, explicit sex, a lot of Jordans and Jessies
But they write so basic that it's essential
They play in easy mode
Look, walk like Pricy, a machine
That can't stop
It's good that I don't go with my strength
And since I started training, I haven't stopped winning
You don't understand, bro, being like a prosecutor on the street
Because I keep finding bodies
Jealous of what's mine, I don't hear you
And sometimes I don't even hear my own team
There are those who incite violence
And the bullets aren't even touching them
Money swimming, kids see in Latin
They're the ones still killing each other
The streets demand something real, oh yeah
Something that can give them light, oh yeah
A real rap, and I tell you the truth
You won't be on that list
A lot of foam and no substance
They don't get tired of repeating
They sound like a broken record
They have nothing left to say
Because I'm a Christian
I have to look at you, hurting, and stay quiet
I don't lose my class but this rhyme will leave you sitting down
Religious people wanted to change us
For their favorite praise
This isn't for all my ba'
Outside, there are wolves eating my little sheep
My dream doesn't fit in an envelope
We're not chasing money
I'm a general of the kingdom of heaven
You see me as just a rapper
The radio and television
This isn't about religion
Don't want to play the song
Then don't complain about the situation
I defend my generation
We're people who can't be bought
Who prefer death before betraying what we believe
To fill their basket

You say you can't hear me
I found the squad and came back
I don't have applause for you
You don't deserve it, Vico
You say take her to bed
It's you who's going to get her pregnant
Or if I catch AIDS, I'll go to the hospital
Your music will heal me
And if I lose everything I have
I'll go to jail, will you get me out?
You're still dealing with the same problem
How the hell are you going to help me?
Zacchaeus, get off the tree
You'll do anything for money
When you stop talking about the same thing
I'll retire and sing bachata
I'm gentle but not foolish
My children are not defenseless
Before recording, I think
What's wrong, I sense you're tense
Entertainment media
Don't ask for money to play
God said I don't need it
That the message is not compromised
I can sound offensive
The boss checks what I write
I want everyone to be saved
And to record something positive
They have money and left the neighborhood
But they carry the neighborhood inside
I came to make a change
And put Jesus at the center