Rap Bruto (feat. Residente)

My school has soul and boards
Goes with old sweatshirts, dirty Nikes, and long beard
It doesn't need effects to embellish what it says
Raps what it sees, shoots you in two words
I started rapping simple, with a sample and temper
The hobby of a teenager lasts forever
A pro since 15, and doesn't give up, understands
Selling his songs, but not selling out
Chronic insolent using saliva bullets
My school was never a trend, but it's still alive
We have initiative, perspective
If something doesn't motivate us, we raise the middle finger up
I'm talking about my team, those guys who leave you speechless
Legends who launch each writing into infinity
Others acting crazy and me keeping quiet
Closer to Kase than Jay-Z, I don't know if I explain
I have my clan following a plan to earn their bread
I have my fans seeking peace, they will find it in me
So many chatterers with no other aim than fame
I slice the lazy one like a croissant when I see him
Their music is childish, useless; mine is tactile
There won't be a white flag on this mast
I know the rapper with a Nazi and hostile attitude is fragile
I mix my mind with TNT, something as agile as this comes out
Like dolphins, their ends don't define me
Don't time if you don't live it, don't opine
Don't underestimate this name
Nach's sublime rhyme, it's something huge, tell me
How many fools I've struck down with their Melodyne?
I let them rhyme, I see them swell and burst
There are many targets for my arrow
They think about their piggy bank and not the fight
They go without a torch, without a fuse
They're thrown out soon, because they've quickly gone out of date
I'm a man of my word, don't talk to me about numbers
Their songs dry, my phrasings wet
Sincere, without buts, without truces
Without mincing words that lick you
My shit is as serious as a spill
They see that I electrocute them and enjoy it
There's no substitute if I spit eight minutes of pure raw rap
I'm not bothered if I'm not on the radio, I'm on the streets
My men have balls, my women have ovaries
But there are termites that imitate, it irritates me
They seek visits and money
They shout and shout, they get excited
Then they wither away just like that
My music is dynamite
It decapitates them, takes away their ego
Then it's normal for them to resign
I arrive, I hurt them, I'm pure poison
When I speed up, I sneak into their game, I crush them
I'm like ice
I freeze their jealousy, their faith in money, I knock them down
I chain them, I throw my unrestrained thunder at them
I dream and rumble, that's how resounding I am
I only want true warriors saving my world

A lot of jungle, little tiger
A lot of gunpowder, little caliber
Son of a bitch, aim at me
You can't handle Nach and Residente
A lot of jungle, little tiger
A lot of gunpowder, little caliber
Son of a bitch, aim at me
You can't handle Nach and Residente

I, I, I have no school
Without the wind blowing, I learned to sail sailboats
My rhyme on top of a cumbia impacts anyway
I don't follow any school because I'm self-taught
I never followed the rules with generic rap tracks
With a Peruvian cajón, I wrote Latin America
My rap doesn't follow any sergeant's orders
Son of a bitch, I created my own movement
That narrates and without claws tears you apart
I didn't grow up listening to 2Pac, I grew up with Violeta Parra
And when I spell, I educate them without a blackboard
With just two bars, I rock them without a guitar
I don't believe in rap gods, much less in kings
I am fucking gravity defying the laws
I am the order, but when it gets messed up
All my lines are curved, I always break the rules
Lying under the shade of a palm tree, relaxed
Competing against myself because I have no one by my side
I like to abuse the posh rappers
I leave the R imprinted on their asses before finishing this beer
I easily torture them
I just take away their Instagram and they become insecure again
I don't think your trend will last
The fifteen-year-olds who follow you today
Won't follow you when they mature
A lot of selfies and little content
They take longer in the dressing room than doing a sound check
Their concerts are all the same
Few rhymes, few band members
Many fireworks
They don't escape me when I write
They're easy to identify because they dress in flashy colors
I've never seen the faces of these little rappers
I always see them from behind
When I put them on all fours and lift their skirts
And I fuck them in both holes
Without support, I crush them, in a local style
I turn them into chicken broth
The police are looking for me for sexual harassment and perversion
Because like Kase.O, I'm a verse rapist
And I slam it, because I kick with both legs
In freestyling, from the free throw line I dunk it
And without delay, when I get angry, with my words
I put Arabs and Hebrews to speak Arabic
Sometimes I rap so fast that I don't see the alphabet
I slap the thugs, like a jobless grandmother's novel
My tongue performs acrobatics never seen before
It's a juggler, a true artist
And like Michael Jackson, I Moonwalk on the track
No one can resist Residente
When he brings the heat down, I literally put them on their knees
Like the believers in the Middle East
Kneel and pray
I'm a Taliban, rhyming short head with my skill
I take out their heart with my mouth and put it on the table
On top of bread and hamburger with mayonnaise
Japanese sauce and a little strawberry juice
I have them for breakfast, my tongue never stumbles
When it expresses itself, it pierces them naturally
My alphabet soup begins
Open the dam
The missing piece in the puzzle has arrived

A lot of jungle, little tiger
A lot of gunpowder, little caliber
Son of a bitch, aim at me
You can't handle Nach and Residente
A lot of jungle, little tiger
A lot of gunpowder, little caliber
Son of a bitch, aim at me
You can't handle Nach and Residente

With Nach and Residente
Trooko
With Nach and Residente