5 Gramos de Resentimiento (feat. Nach)

This song is for all the idiots
Who shot their contempt at my windows
It's time to shut some mouths
It's time to stop mistreating me
I'll first take care of three or four haters
I'll do it in self-defense, stop getting upset
And if that's not enough, man, also
I'll take down a reggaeton artist

I have a lion awakening inside
A bloody Sunday is coming
The catastrophe is about to begin

I have 5 grams of resentment
I destroyed this chorus, sorry
Resentment was never commercial

It was cooler when I sold four records
It's not authentic anymore, it never plays in bars
He's not a poet, he's a product of commercialism
I'm not Kill Bill, but today I'm going to get revenge
And what about those idiots who hate
Those who achieve what they never tried
Every tied horse hates the rest of the horses
That gallop through the meadow

I have a lion awakening inside
A bloody Sunday is coming
The catastrophe is about to begin

I have 5 grams of resentment
I destroyed this chorus, sorry
Resentment was never commercial

The problem is you know who I am, but I don't know who you are
Such an unfair game is what happens when you mix
Cruel envy and a social network
It's true, my resentment weighs 5 grams
I take off the muzzle, because I feel like sinking low
So low that I reach your mental level

One gram goes to the funny guy, the dumbest chicken in the whole coop
Your memes are as funny as a speech by Santi Abascal
Two grams for the idiot who invents lies to go viral
Really? Either you're 6 years old, kid, or you have a serious brain tumor
Three grams for the resentful artist, hurt by his musical failure
Don't pay for what you've done wrong with me, friend, get off my pedestal
Four for the one who acts as a judge and spies on me, watches even my spelling
To his lordship I say I'm here to vomit on the table of his court
Five for the son of a bitch who prepares a knife when he mentions me
My anger lasts 6 seconds
You'll be a piece of shit until the day of your funeral
As if a meteorite is aimed at your nasal septum
Idiots, whether you get screwed or not, I don't care
I know resentment was never commercial

I have a lion awakening inside
A bloody Sunday is coming
The catastrophe is about to begin

I have 5 grams of resentment
I destroyed this chorus, sorry
Resentment was never commercial

I'm sorry
Resentment was never commercial

No, it's not commercial, I know
It's not what you want to hear
It's not what they expect from me
That I'm a poet and I can't
Shit on the image of half of Madrid
And that's not commercial
But I only claim the right to get angry
To get angry and be able to get revenge
I claim the right to get angry
I claim the right, even
To kick anyone's ass
Who comes and abuses
Don't call me naive, no
Don't call me naive, no
Don't call me, no, don't call me
How?