Super Jon-Z (Residente Challenge)

(Young Hollywood) Jon Z, man

Crazy, humble and real, God is my only loyal friend
When it comes to rhyming, I'm Steven Seagal, die hard
Tell me, Duran, they stand for me, none of them last
Two thousand words in less than ten minutes, here they go

They call me Jon Z
The weapon I carry is the pencil and the notebook
I no longer assault with a mask, pistol, shotgun
I no longer sell coke, pills or half zeta

Now I sell music, regardless of the criticism
I put on my tunic and it's not for miming
I hung up on eleven because I was cutting chemistry
I nailed the physics teacher in twelve

I am not an example for any student
I have nothing good to contribute
I only sing what I once lived
When I sold drugs and I had to escape

They threw the tombo' and I with my combo
They get out of the car, I broke their screens
I fell running, broke my shoulder
And we hid in the rubble

It's an anecdote, a comic
This is not feka, bastard, this really happened
That day they almost arrested me
I shit, damn, they're going to take me

The other days, people caught me
The DEA and the CIA
Who would have thought they would arrest me
And that, in the afternoon, they would harm me

Before you get to the free prom
They were going to take me for some sea
Thank God, in Xposed, I didn't get out
Thank God, I didn't get caught by the Pali or the Adderelli

But the case fell, thank God
And very important, no one saw me
I paid a thousand pesos to a lawyer
What a damn thing he did and it was of no use

I'm from the neighborhood, I'm proud
I still have the moldy Lancer
Delivering pizzas, it was nitrous
My flow has them chewing thickly

And smoking in the Mercedes
Browsing the networks, no one can with me
Motherfucker intercede and you'll see what happens
My language is doubleheader, I have Fruity Pebbles for breakfast

I walk with the Vans in a minivan, very tintiao'
A guard stops me, he wants to check my dog
Shout out to Bam Bam, Shout out to Jackie Chan
Greetings to the fisherman who wants to see me badly

From this stream of cod, we remove the salt
Daddy, I'm already proven, I have nothing to prove
What I want you to know is what I am going to demonstrate
The thing about Residente, I'm going to overcome it

No baccalaureate or associate degree
No master's or doctorate
I will achieve what no one has achieved
I'm never clean, I'm always high

He has no balls for me, no one keeps me
Colleagues look for you more than when it suits them
Don't show off with me, where is it that you come from?
To me without balls the kids and all the hundred bills

Don't promise what you don't have to give
They talk about countries and do not help
Be real with what you are going to talk about
You guys don't give a damn what's going to happen

In the world, PR and in Venezuela
Why don't they worry about their grandmother?
Lyric is real, maybe it hurts you
Like the truth, a toothache, yeah

Comfortable, comfortable, with a couple of whores, exotic
They gave me a lot, and now they see my success
Mystical, critical, smoking an epic pact
Magical, logical, what I sing is true

Shooting syllables with saliva
I walk with 70 Ali Baba thieves
I throw a song and force it to go up
Super Jon Z, the rhyming machine

I'm sick of the coconut
I have eyes like the Crazy Korean
I like Latin ladies with big coconuts
If I see that you are a bitch, I will quickly ambush you

I hit you and wet you, quickly I touch you
Greetings to my friend Ñejo El Broko
Making delivery, the car, I crash
The insurance didn't even cover the lights.

Three sad tigers swallow wheat in a wheat field
Guess how many words I just threw away?
Too much' this talk, I rap it and I don't believe it
Record this video, it's going to go viral

Faster than Nascar, like beef
I have a fat bug, very skinny legs
Mai', open your legs, Jon Z packs it for you
But if I impregnate you, you blame it on your male

I have a couple of bales and a couple of bellacas
Chingo in the hammock, I put it in and take it out, it pulls like an AK
A group of demented people, crazy like those from Jackass
I don't get along with the bugs, nor the comecaca

Not even with the chapis, look for a pattern, not even the dogs can turn
Not with the snakes, nor the toads nor the rats
But yes with the hare and the pasta
And all these rappers, I take them like chata

Supersonic, diabolical, magnificent flow
It leaves you paralyzed, in critical condition
Something explicit, I read hieroglyphics
Something super saiyanistic

I just made up this word
But I have no balls, I'm going to rhyme
Jon speaks nonsense because he says that same thing
If everything I talk here is true

Tell me, go, tell me, wow, wow, everyday, I live like a king
I smoke and play play, real, never fake
I learn every day from mistakes
I get up and first thing in the morning, wake and bake

I learned to value, I come from poverty
God bless mai', who prays at night
Thank God for the bread on the table
And for my writing, which forever weighs

Delivering pizzas, crashing cars
Before people said he was a charro
Now I fill a jar with Code
And in your name, I light a cigarette

I call Manolo, I'm going in the taxi
I took an oxy, listening to Travis
Or an Ozzy rock, I feel happy
Light a joint, put on Bob Marley

I do not criticize, nor do I envy
Fuck yours, I've got mine
They wish me evil and I bless you
In bad times, I always laugh

Flow parapelo, I am Curry and you are Carmelo
Because you're jealous of me, I'm taking flight
Take a good look at me, I'm reaching heaven
I'm going to keep rapping until I'm a grandpa

Until I die, and if I die today
Take out all my songs so they know who I am
So that you can see that I am stronger than Floyd
If I win a prize, don't give it to Boyd

But I'm not going to die, I'm going to make history
Burning sativa, I'm going towards glory
I love my life, with all my girlfriends'
And all my screams, crazy and sober'

I put it however I want
It's a beast, but it's not the first
Find out how, where you prefer
Your cat gets rude, he gets it

I break hearts in all my relationships
And I tell it all in all my songs
Sometimes I feel bad, sometimes
But screw it, may God forgive me

He says 'if I sin, I'm going to hell
If that is so, then let it be in winter
Before, I stole, like the government
And a couple of cats cheated on me

But screw it, I deserved it
Karma always comes and you don't know the day
Nobody pays anymore, that's why they don't trust
Okay, students, the tutoring has begun.

Love with my flow, let it steal the show
Here we go, tell me Bow Wow, I'll put it in good, bastard
And I'm not a sucker, I hit a slam dunk
They didn't give me a stop, they called me Stephen, LeBron

We are abnormal
I have different styles, I'll show you which ones
You are my children and I change your diapers
Those who say they are loyal always turn away

I am the subject and the predicate
Rimando, an expert, the best created
Fuck the past, live the present
I have cried a lot because of people

False friends, false loves
They are not with you in worse times
On one hand I count my best friends
They are like older brothers

One is Panny, the other is Anel
The third is Benji, the fourth is José
And my nigga Rotger, we fucked in boyer
In the Lancer, now in the Mercedes-Benz

Greetings to Neto, greetings to Caldé
My flow sucks, I just screwed it up
I'm going to the whorehouse, I throw a peseta
So that I bend and Elinnette picks her up

I'm a Real G, and you, Ali G
You are a wannabe, being a smelly
I started from below, from afar I saw them
But it lasted, I ran and, bastards, I'm here

I give advice and I don't apply it
I look in the mirror and talk to myself
I don't let myself, and whoever takes the pike
Without fantasy, I break his snout

I am humble, handy, not cowardly
Controversial like Tego Calde'
I left the street because it is burning
And of cold water, I threw a bucket

I'm going to be a legend, I'm going to be a king
Without much chain, without much bling bling
So that when I die
You will tell your children, your grandchildren, about me

I dream Biggie, you little ones
You guys don't even shine with Armor All
Take to the shore, I'm going to the mile
Get out of the chair, now I'm going

I'm not a character, motherfucker, I'm real
Although, sometimes, he puts in a couple of lies
I didn't let him down, you're going to arrive
At other levels, I hope they make adjustments

Camouflage shorts, socks and Vans
They see me and copy themselves, bastard, or are they a lie?
I only fought to be able to arrive
Whoever fucks with me will get a Hadouken

Bonus or lace, don't try to guayar
Or quickly order them to execute you
Brother, work and don't start envying
It's not my fault that my success frustrates you

Polite, no manners, Jon stands out
If you are going to get in the face, manín, don't give away
I treat the poor and the rich equally.
For me, it's not a science to rhyme the vowels

I'll explain to you, I start with A
I'm going viral, liberal, overcome, arrive and succeed
And without limiting and without imitating, original
Rhyme, improvise, never stop
Call to fame, drama, mama

When I record, Super Saiyan
Go ahead, I continue with the E
I got smoked, I got clouded, I got hit, I made it
I walked on foot, emphasis, two out of ten
I grew up and went hungry and suffered

I continue with the I, I ate this challenge
I digested, I broke the beat, I was not
It was Jon Z or Luis Fonsi, Slowly

-Too, I rhyme with O
I place the protocol, a little crazy, as a focus
I make a mistake, I crash a coconut, I suffocate little by little
I control myself and I just reach out and touch it.
I smoke and roll reaching for the light

Now, I close and end with the U
I enjoy my youth with attitude
Proud of my talent and all my virtue
Before, I was scared to sing to a crowd.
Now, I fly to the stage, without Red Bull
To hell with the matches, green, red and blue
They have PR screwed in a coffin

Fuck the vowels, I'm done with them
Writing this challenge, in truth, it took me a while
Tell me, René, at that moment I thought
That I couldn't, but, in truth, I managed it

I travel without seeing, floating in the wind
To all these rappers, take a seat
I'm the toughest, motherfucker, I swear
That a vowel that does not exist I invent it

I didn't hit it at once, I made many attempts
Go back, little brother, I'm not lying to you
They underestimate my flow and my talent
They didn't give it to me and now is my time

Greetings to Juncos, to all my brothers
I come from the town, from Valencia
The slope was long, but I reached the level
Thanks to the colleagues who hold my hand

My nigga Rasta, Lyan, Noriel
My nigga Jamsha, Juanka, Darkiel
Messiah, Eladio, El Dominio Nigga
Tell me, Ñengo and Wiso G

And to the DJs, like DJ Warner
Filming and Coby, who are my partners
Quality and Duran and Andre Gigante
Torres and Yondoe are mine apart

If I left one, then my bad.
I don't speak to some out of hypocrisy
But, well, normal, I'm still in mine
The more they envy me, the more I catch up (I travel without seeing)