Otros Tiempos (Intro)

Mera, give me a break, give me a break, Rasta is calling me
Hello?
Tell me, bro, what are you doing?
Where are you hiding?

Crazy, here in the studio calm, finishing the album
Hard, and who are you with there?
I went with the guys, you know, with the usual ones
With the usual ones, what the hell? Are you going to keep hanging out with that crew?

How many times have I told you that you're going to work in the studio?
You're a singer (Damn)
You're not from the street anymore
Damn, bastard, are you going to start again?

Start what, bastard? (Damn)
I've lived all that, I've been through that
I know
This is not a damn joke

Yes, I know
You come from where I come from, where the war never stops (Damn)
Where betrayals continue
Where there's no order, where someone says a word and they respect it

Uh-huh
You know where we come from, right?
Yes, I know
From Las Monja'

One question, Nori: how many friends do you have left? Because I have none left
All mine are dead, is that what you want for yourself?
To go more than five years and when you sit down, you have no one by your side?
Not even to remember the old times, or when you walked in the neighborhood laughing with them

Or playing hide and seek, playing ball, basketball, right?
Because I can't do that with anyone
Mine can be in heaven as in hell
Do you want that same life? Do you want to continue in that?

Because by the grace of God I'm alive
But I don't know if tomorrow you'll be as lucky
Lucky? Bastard, that's not luck, bastard, that's playing alive
And playing alive is

Having two combs tied with tape in case someone turns around
If the AK shouts, bastard, even the devil will shut up
There are a hundred and something in the face or kidnapped we're going to chop
So the bastard doesn't have a burial, or a mass or a funeral

These are other times, Rasta, things are different
We go out with twenty cars, eighty demons for the track
The street calls me, no need to insist
I don't know about yours, but my .40 invites you

I'm with the usual ones as always
In the same neighborhood, on the same corner, nothing is different
Rasta, we both go forward
Don't mess with me, everyone here kills people

Here are guns with balls, rifles with balls, bullets with balls
Bastard, you know what I'm talking about
I kneel every day, I pray to God in the process, but
All my rifles inside have the devil

He who is afraid to die, is afraid to kill
He who wants to know everything, wants to tell everything
That's why, before asking, we're going to apply it
Like the late Coco sticking it to the glass, brr

I don't go with insecticides
I said it once, I shit on the mother of whoever turns around
From the pigs, from the guards, from envy
Let everyone's mother cry, bastards, except mine

Hahaha, let yours not cry?
Your mom already had to cry once
Or did you forget when they killed your brother? Huh?
Did you forget what you felt?
Did you forget, bastard?

Tell me! Or do I have to remind you that when people die they can't turn back?
This is not a PlayStation game
Here those who die don't turn back
Life is one, the street is not a joke

He who dies, doesn't turn back, and he who turns back, dies
I know what it's like to cry for losing the one you love the most
To never trust anyone who says they love you
If death is in a hurry, I'm going to make it wait

He who fell, well, he fell, there's nothing else to say
Let him rest in peace, he knows we're going to avenge him
I know where I'm going and I'm clear where I came from
I swear to God that none of this will stay like this

I know you have your reasons, Rasta, and I respect them
And I thank God because he kept you safe
But in these times the world is full of snakes
And we're going to break the mother of anyone who disrespects us

Mera, Rasta, bastard, really
I love you with balls and all, but I'm not going to say anything else
You talk to these people
Mera, take, take, take, Rasta is there

Mera, Rasta, they say Nori is the kid
This is loyalty, this is not new
And they know it has always been
Times change, but the story remains the same

There are those who live to narrate and we keep creating movies
Hey, this is from 65 to Las Monja', daddy, they know
Rasta, daddy, calm down, the kid is with us
And whoever comes with a jump we're going to split them in half

They know that we lift them off the ground when they get out of line, hahaha
The BM, daddy, Caimito
Mera, Nori, they know this is not crazy
That here the sticks sound toco-toco

Sincerely, those from Santurce
Tell me, Noriel
Your brother R7 speaks to you from here in Venezuela
I speak to you from prison

From Venezuela to Puerto Rico
You don't rule anything else in Puerto Rico, daddy, you rule in Venezuela
In prison and on the street
For you we kill and eat the dead, you know

Mera, Rasta, the usual one speaks to you
Daddy, you know that things are not as they used to be, now it's respect for respect
Let the kid break, he knows we're connected in all countries and we're not going to let it fall
We're going up, DR and PR, one family

Mera, indicate, Noriel
You know this family is not new, it's always been
And whoever breaks the word, will suffer the consequences
From 65

Those who erase faces and names since the times of Marc El Mostro
The warriors of MH
Sincerely, Dinero, the one who makes them fly straight in a stepball, son of a bitch
Nah, nah, bro, take it easy, Nori

I know who's going to get on and who's not
And I'll be in the front row, prra!
Hahaha, su!
Boy, Rasta, stay calm, hehe
We finished the album, he
Now let these sons of bitches grab this

No-No-Noriel