La Autoridad

Me being you and I shut my mouth
Drop that drama, keep the guns
We're in real life, I don't cling to the fictional
If your pet's death is what will cause my burial
Stay calm, today John Wick dies before the dog
It's not a game (no), how do you appear in a video shooting?
If you don't have street rank
Secret has done more for me than Ark for you, and I'm not getting it tattooed
The bad thing is that you confuse gratitude with sucking
I have no gang, just tell us where and we'll kill each other (say)
Respect for everyone, but I don't suck up to anyone
If you're a real rapper, thank me, worm
The last time rap touched the sovereign was because of me
May God want it and may all the shit I've done not be in vain
I put this on my chest and still they're not satisfied
Do you want to know why his mother's roof is missing?
Because he hasn't recorded with the one who benefits him
I shake your hand when you sing reality (are you going to continue?)
If you rap what you live, put samba on your album
Your falseness was clear in that video fiction
Because, where was John Wick when they stabbed you? (b*tch)
Motherf*cker, and you're nothing? Don't even believe it
I'm not running for mayor and you're going for the village
But Aldo stopped the country and gave respect to who, according to you, freestyles

To the other guy, who taught me Vico C, the same Vico C
From here, from the Dominican Republic, who is also very good
Nino

I just feel sorry for Vico (aha), who called me a couple of months ago
And I promised him you wouldn't scream (my bad)
Me being you and I remove that archangel tattoo
Just like he removed your voices for the favorite albums
Bro, mine is not a myth, just like your vice
If my tour wasn't successful, yours will be a waste
I took rap professionally, paid attention to the details, made sacrifices
So that you benefit tomorrow
Why don't you educate yourself? (yes) shave off that mustache and wig
That's the reason why people don't like you
My oldest fan hasn't had her period
Well, too bad, you still don't have a p*ssy
My notebook is very expensive, pressure if Nino holds the pencil
The anxiety of my response has become your best diet
Without dissing anyone, I earned my respect
You've dissed everyone and no one respects you
If you knew, your voice is what doesn't let you stand out
You sound like a puppet no matter how hard you try
Say my name, say my name, why do you have to name yourself? (why?)
I'm a mute with a Glock, I'll kill you without mentioning you

Who is that?
The one dissing Nino
And what's his name?
The one dissing Nino
Let me search for him on YouTube
The one dissing Nino
Oh, that guy is crazy provoking a killer

Say my name, say my name
Tell me where, tell me where
(You don't sound unless you're latching onto a man)
Undefeated in what if no one answers you?
Say my name, say my name
Tell me where, tell me where
(You don't sound unless you're latching onto a man)
Undefeated in what if no one answers you?

(The authority)
To be honest? I'm responding to you because I want to
Remember that in the DR, sounds are temporary (yes)
Dissing doesn't define if you're a better rapper
A question, who did Cancerbero diss?
Get advice first; sorry if I'm being indiscreet (my bad)
Now, it's no secret that you haven't made it
They don't give me credit (no), and yet, I still deliver
They're aiming to sound off (yes), I return it out of respect
In San Pedro I know ghetto, Vakeró and a couple of others
Who know the weight of what I interpret (it's not just talk)
You lost dignity by warring with that guy
Dissing a merengue singer won't make you a real rapper (pow, pow)
Even if it weighs on you, I'm better than you two hundred times
Because you're not what you really seem
You joined the movement two years and a couple of months ago
With a song criticizing the same circus you now belong to
Sometimes I get full when they try to deceive people
I took off my glasses and I still see you as incoherent
Since the genre is a circus and you want to keep yourself absent
Let's analyze your recent songs
Cash, cash, money, money, with no money in your pocket, what a clown
Any moment now you'll find yourself in trouble
You like the sound so much, you put on a devilish show
With a cut from the promotional video where they throw bottles at you
They never believed in what you were giving
A very nice song that talks about the situation you were going through
You put Foke as a model and on the cover
Because if you do it yourself, it doesn't differ at all
Now you want money and fame, great (yes)
Rochy got locked up in prison, let's dress the same
We latch onto the sound and go viral
Me being El Wa, I'd charge you for that with a conjugal visit
And then, what are you going to talk about? (tell me)
What circus do you want to separate yourself from if you've become the main clown?
Only invest in music when you're going to speak badly of others
For me, your disses are your promotional songs
I went commercial and apparently that move bothered you
Be careful, I don't think that will harm your food
Are you going to dembow when you come back from tour?
I haven't even sung in San Pedro and I already have a couple of missed calls
John Neon, stop it, stop it, and put an end to that crap

He doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on
Stop going out in the street, what you're doing is blocking
He doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on
He doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on
(The one who says he has it doesn't put it on)
He doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on
He doesn't put it on, he doesn't put it on
Stop going out in the street, what you're doing—

Damn, you look really bad, I'll take you down from that cloud
I'm Chelsy's brother and Perver's friend, I don't boast about anything
Tell me you're a singer, that I don't believe (I don't)
So much so that they suck you off because you directed the video
What happened? (hey) and your opinion changed so quickly?
The man who used to take it away is now giving it to him
In Monopoly you said the pencil was bent
But since you're chasing fans, you straightened it out
Don't talk to me about buses or blocks, I beat you by a hundred grand (it's not just talk)
Where are your numbers? Show your YouTube channel
You don't generate streams, you don't get views
In short, your mother's house wasn't bought by you
I don't do chorus like Farru and Chuky is like Fulana
But you diss me and put a Rihanna chorus
If there's jail in San Pedro, why do you want to go down to La Romana?
There it shows that you do everything for fame (frog)
There's no talking here, come on, hit harder in reverse
Hopefully that steering wheel doesn't bend on you
Well, only in diss tracks, I consider it an offense
Standing out by speaking badly of others would be very embarrassing for me
The good thing is that you try hard and your video stands out
The music, the lyrics, and the flow are what you lack
I feel sorry for those who raised you with banners
You shouldn't respond when death marks you

Say my name, say my name
Tell me where, tell me where
(You don't sound unless you're latching onto a man)
Undefeated in what if no one answers you?