Se Van

Ladies and gentlemen!
Welcome to another chapter!
Of the reggaeton history!
"Los Benjamins"!
We are the dream team!

[Wise Da' Gangsta]

Buddy, I'm walking down the street watching
I don't want any faking, man...
Look, buddy, don't get into my business
That fake with me won't go...
I'm walking alone, with my crew activated
Watching in case someone pulls a stunt
One wrong step, you're done, charlatan
And you're dead... (They're leaving!)

[Zion]

Think well if you want to war with me
I'm ready to eat you alive
I have my finger on the trigger...
It's just a matter of removing the safety
If I want to abuse...
Think well if you want to war with me
I'm ready to eat you alive
I have my finger on the trigger...
It's just a matter of lowering the safety
There's only one attempt...

[Daddy Yankee]

Look at me, how a humble one rebels...
The general of the old and new school
If you don't know history, it's better to shut up
Who's been killing it here since the Playe' times?
When there was no radio, video, or press...
The streets made me, all of you by your record labels
From the start, many people have thrown at me
I'm still alive and respected, no one has put me out
They want to sow fear like Jack the Ripper
And you guys get your hands dirty, it's true, but in the zippers
And I don't care if you have a crew, if you have cake
John Kennedy got it, daddy, with all his escort
Look at me, how a humble one rebels...
The general of the old and new school
Hey, kid, don't get involved...
I'm the only veteran with the new blood
A giant here, so much so...
That they only put me on the cover when they talk about me
You see me on BET, TRL on MTV, please!
You can't come up here...
You want to reach my level? I'll give you two solutions:
Sing more and don't talk so much crap in your songs
I keep going up everyday...
The past, present, and future way...
If this were the NBA...
It would be Dr. J, Jordan, and Lebron James...

[Wisin]

Make way for the minister, I supply
I control the streets and the records
Professor Morera controlling the highway
Posted up on the stairs...
With the burra del cabo in wood...
The envoy like Neo who's fed up
Whoever sticks with me from here will be broken
Come in and get me out of the projects...
I'm with the squad and with the cold-cutters
Don't get caught in a piragua cart
Calm like Titi Chagua in the Caguas area
There will be a rain of bullets, buy an umbrella
Dummy, I'm the boss, you just scream "Water!"
(The warriors' gathering!)
("Los Benjamins"!)

[Héctor 'El Father']

You're a rat, keep singing for the chicks
In this street game, daddy, you could be my side chick
Try, to mess with the butt...
Go by the edge or I'll make your belly come out
You want to feel the heat, keep shooting crazy bullets
Soca', you're fighting with the mothafucka'...
I have you in coke, get out of the lane where the truck goes
Motherfucker, I don't fit in your mouth

[Yomo]

I'm going to hit you with my bulls
I kill them like the Cerro...
Iron sucker, make plans for your burial
A lot of guile to then call the dogs
I'm not afraid of death, I never cling to life
I'm raised in the streets, I've taken many lives
I walk with a star on my chest and the brunette by my side
You're a raised fool, don't be so cocky
If you don't want your chest blown off, walk carefully

[Franco 'El Gorila']

Let me see who's going to knock me down
Every time I go out, these old guys get scared
Hypocrites, don't greet me, and break the ice
Speak to me clearly and for the duel...
I arrive polite, the one from Morera and Veguilla, the one who crushes them
In a black bag and stretcher, I went miles away
Like the brush, it gives them fire and lifts them off the ground
If it catches them off guard...

[Don Omar]

(You are my children!)
Rappers, calm your brutality
You all pay me royalties
You're all well-read, don't talk to me about loyalty
I know you all envy my flow and my versatility
And you can't keep up with my productivity
You don't have any opportunity with me
So, compare yourselves to my capacity
Keep chewing on what Luny does, the beat
And Don hits a home run...

[Zion]

Come to me if you want to see me die
Seeing me in a coffin won't be easy
There's only one attempt, enemy...
Come to me if you want to see me die
Seeing me in a coffin won't be easy
There's only one attempt, enemy...

[Arcángel]

You sound good but sometimes annoying
Mine is badass, as always, marvelous
The ability to sing and rap has arrived
Versatility and style hard to copy
The wonder, the underworld cheers for me
And I understand that I'm prepared for money and fame
They criticize me because I think I'm the best of the rookies
It's not that I think I'm the best, it's that none match my words
I stand out for being the first among them
Daddy, I'm the favorite of the bootleggers
I'm the one who kills you...
And to speak clearly, daddy...
The favorite of your chick...
Of the big shots and the ladies...
The one that sounds in the scooters and the motorbikes
(Arcángel, stop!)
(Don't copy, daddy!)

[Alexis]

Today my snail comb is going on tour
Until it knocks a couple back, it won't turn
My buddy, take the edge, put on your sneakers
Because today you're going to run more than a mile
(Who is it?) Super "A", cap "A"...
Cuban chain with the "A"...
It's me, criminal-criminal...
I don't protest, much less get upset
To whoever shoots at me, I answer
(Blam, blam!)