La praxis

I ain't a rap kid, I'm the owner's son
I don't smoke weed, I don't pawn my clothes
I don't copy Spaniards or Puerto Ricans
I've stopped sleeping, dad, to chase my dream

Too much robbery in ghettos and residential areas
Too much white powder up your nostrils
You go too much to parties, clubs, cops
So your kid walks barefoot, without food or diapers

But nah'
I come from a third world country
Here everyone wants to show off like a nudist beach
Hey, kid, you could be a magazine model
I'd rather say 'present' when they call roll

God has me standing firm like an oak
No money will make me bow my knees to Baal
Those waiting for me to bend
Will feel like it's December 'cause I'm here to double up

Double the rhyme, double the anointing I possess
Double the flow, double portion of Elisha
Rap atheists, I don't believe these NSYNCs
'Cause what they talk about in their songs is not what I see

They talk about shootouts, but I don't see bodies
They talk about millions, but I don't see them in banks
In their hitman song, they kill people for fun
And in the streets, I see them calm, there's a dim light

Stop lying, this is about flowing
Not just the knife, words kill too
You won't fool me with that tin flow
If you run the streets I ran, your soles wear out

It's true that youth is on a bad path
But you're pushing it with a dirty message
Not me, not my generation as long as I live
As long as the eternal tells me what to write

He's the King, I don't need a blind, Orlando by Swing
They're just Halloween masks
They talked and talked, then can't handle the swing
Why throw stones at the sky when your roof is made of zinc
I come endlessly, like endless, no end or lie...

(Hey, you hit the seculars hard)
(Oh yeah, let's go with my people)
Now I address Christian rappers
I hope my brothers don't take it the wrong way
It's not about new or old
Nor about who's better, it's about glorifying the Creator
And if you broke the beat, you did it for His glory
But you believed you were the star of the movie
Then you went to the movies and never saw yourself on the marquee

I killed the rapper inside me
Because it's not me living now, it's Christ in me
A diss track that I can't find the science in
We play for the same team, let's drop the competition
Stop the negligence of begging for collaborations, do your due diligence

Because they didn't believe, they mocked me, literally
And 'Rico de Cuna' went viral in 2016
Look, don't count on me 'cause I can let you down
Count on the one who sees you, whom no one can see
Jehovah goes, backing my verses
The great I am, the great architect of the universe
Like quesadilla, still immersed mayday
Darkness seeking reinforcement
I'm also part of the resistance
August 9th, at Luna Park, Argentina
The family, the owner's son
Is ready