La Cátedra

Trooko
Son, here goes my review
With the first one I hit you so hard that on your second attempt I made you talk about politics
After this, they put me in the asylum and it's not a joke
For shooting at something that no longer exists
I am what you still don't understand
Without a magic wand or abracadabra, just with words you disappeared
It's not that I'm smart, it's that you're an idiot
That's why those who follow you write people with a J
A reggaeton singer who doesn't know where the horizon is
And who thinks there are rhinos on Everest?

You are so animal that you still haven't realized
Six by eight are the beats in a musical measure
You don't know what is left or right
And who thinks that in Latin America there are only Indians with arrows?
You are tiny like a gland
Throwing yourself at you is lower than throwing yourself at a showgirl on a showbiz show
I keep wasting my time talking to her straight
Throwing at a reggaeton singer who has two butts on his face
The only achievement of your life that bore fruit
It was three million memes making fun of you in less than a minute

A man full of dreams
It makes me happy how you put your email for hiring on your social networks
Eleven years in prison creating expectations everywhere
And the empty coliseum with the tickets given away
I am making stadiums at an international level
On June 17th in Mexico, National Auditorium
And you're making discotheques that make you sad
Where women get in for free and they give you free beer
You have four fans, I have thousands
Ask Baby Rasta who saw me play in Chile

And we toasted with zacapa after the little concert
And even if I have chorused you, if you want to have some rum, I will invite you
I turn you into a molecule when I plant myself as a caterpillar
With my proparoxytones you get lost with a compass
Consonantly and chronically
So that the phonemes after stressed vowels match
You being better than me is just a platonic idea
I make you cry without singing the blues and without playing the harmonica
I translate it to your short-sighted brain
Something simple, I'm fast and you're slow (Switch it)
This isn't even a fight
I'm like your grandmother, hitting you with the belt

In this genre I am the fucking rock-n-roll
Shine without Sun, without ArmorAll, without being patent leather
I the light of the lantern
Flame of fire and alcohol
I am your headache without paracetamol
I'm the one who revived you again
The one who taught you to write
I am your mom and your dad without having to give birth to you
I'm the one who will make you get into religion
I am what ran over you in the form of a truck

The hurricane that the meteorologist could not predict
I am everything that the psychologist is going to bill you for
What you don't see coming
I'm the knockout I gave you
I'm everyone in Puerto Rico making fun of you
And the one who makes them walk straight in a row
I'm Muhammad Ali kicking your butt in Manila
I took you out of the grave, I took you out of the pantheon
Look for the shovel, the earth and the rum
Bring the colorful flowers
Today we bury you again without a priest and without shepherds

I took you out of the grave, I took you out of the pantheon
Look for the shovel, the earth and the rum
Bring the colorful flowers
Today we bury you again without a priest and without shepherds
Never before seen in a battle
The first rapper who cries because I supposedly crossed the line
As a child I was diagnosed with autism
And while I nod I write rhymes that break it in any kind of rhythm
And he threw me to a blind person
Who raps more than you with much smarter rhymes

And if I was wrong about the stereotypes
Now I am with the Special Olympics committee working as a team
But what are you doing, mate?
If you are such a millionaire, I invite you to donate your money
But you don't even have enough to pay for a Nissan
First pay him the hundred thousand dollars you owe Angel Pagan
If I were on your ship I would sink
They tell me that at the bar you can't even pay for your own drinks
And there is nothing wrong with not having money
But you say you sell steaks and what you bring is canned meat

The fantasy of showing off the millions you are missing
It's the reason why kids with guns assault you
You promote lies, I promote pure reality
In an unequal world where there are children eating garbage
But what else can you expect from a guy like you?
Wearing a shirt of El Chapo and another of Pablo Escobar
I am not a communist, socialist or capitalist
I believe in inventing something new, better say I'm an idealist
I believe in infinite equality of opportunity
I think education, health and food should be free

I think that he who works harder than the other deserves to earn more
But I also believe in sharing what I have with others
But you don't share, the only thing you share is my treasure
The ass-kicking I gave you and those who made up your chorus
I believe in Rafael Hernández who made those who believe in statehood sing
The children of liberty call you precious
Every day you learn
Even Marc Anthony sings it and he doesn't even understand it
I have taken photos with important people
Even if they don't think like me, they are still interesting

My brother, you have to learn to differentiate
One thing is to know and another thing is to support
I believe in rapping with a critical eye
I believe in the people above any politician
But you believe in pyramids so that the rich are comfortable
All the poor have to be uncomfortable
And you didn't even notice what they stole from us
For the capitalism that you defend with the gold chains that were lent to you
Without knowing it, you support dictatorships that made people disappear
Just for thinking differently

You can use our sister island as a reference
And to the murderer Rafael Trujillo in the Dominican Republic
You can use Pinochet and Videla as an example
Go to Buenos Aires and talk to the grandmothers in Plaza de Mayo
I believe in Serrat, Silvio Rodriguez, Violeta Parra
Ruben Blades, Leon Gieco, Victor Jara and his guitar
And as Ali says first from the open sky
Those who die for life cannot be called dead
History class is over, I'm going to my final verses
We start in kindergarten with vowels

Resi rhymes with A today your dad will eat you
And the crack will leave you more open than the Panama Canal
Your naughty handwriting will end up hidden under mom's couch
I make reggaeton singers like you sing little songs by Maná
They are not real, but I did not finish the Resident now it rhymes with the E
You and your committee of thugs drink chimpanzees at the same time you make me coffee
I've been mashing them since I started, I never stopped, I kicked the vowels
When I rap without using my feet because when I rap I'm like Maradona with Pelé
And here I came back I never left I kept rhyming with the I
I broke your vowels, you're still like a mannequin, and I ate them

I am a MC surgeon of the verse who operates without a scalpel
I handed out your piece of boar body while drinking a daiquiri
No, no, no, the Resi did not finish, it continues with the O
He caught you, he nailed you, he fucked you, he screwed you, he dominated in effect
The Resi knocked him out, killed him, resurrected him and buried him again
I have them in their minds saying: Let it be the mother who gave birth to them!
I know who I am, I'm the one who took you out of the igloo, but tell me who you are
You are the frontú that went out to fight and never came back like Mambrú
On the list of the best rhyming you are not part of the menu
The Resident gave you classes finishing with the U

With this I throw you out and I'll send you into retirement
I take your breath away with a single sigh
I crush you and throw you, I don't turn or spin
Your rhymes are blood and I am a vampire
I am a poet from another planet
And my style has no labels
My complete letter has a specific goal: to educate illiterate people
Here I bring the alphabet in the form of a machine gun
Decapitating words like the Zetas
I give them like a tambourine

I eat them like they were chops
With a belly full to the breasts
Because my notebook will never be on a diet
When the Resident presses, everyone packs their bags
And they end up pedaling even if they don't have a bicycle
You played the roulette and ended up in the gutter
And for abusing you, animal, now PETA is looking for me
I am a killer whirlwind on the way, not even the fortune tellers see me
And I kill them when I rhyme
I cook them over low heat with cucumber, cumin, bacon
And blood from his intestines and never ending
Because my verses are reproduced like the Chinese

With the courage of the wild octane that I brought in my language
I take them on my trip without a ticket and without paying a toll
Without landing in my carriage they fly looking at the landscape
When without skates the message skates on this skating rink
In the midst of a violent storm, the rap scene heats up
With fifteen hundred and ninety words and I'm heading to seventeen hundred
I've already lost count and my belly is still hungry
In Spanish rap, Residente represents
I am spicy without pepper refreshing like mint
I have the Royal Academy as a servant

More tools than a mechanic, this Hispanic rapper
Leaves British MCs in a state of panic
Like Harry Shotta, without boot, without door and without hood
Take note my rhymes never run out because they float
Through the sea of your neurons broken like a seagull
The one that explodes your face with a blow that springs forth in your defeat
Idiots like you, I have it as a pet
I make them pay the fee
The bankrupt dictionary
And they don't hurt me because everything they throw at me bounces like a ball

I am the singer who loves consonant rhymes
The commander has arrived, sit down my students
Like Willie Mays, giant, shining like a diamond
I feed them even if the restaurant is closed
Fighting barehanded against my own trajectory
MC's don't see me coming even if they eat carrots
I am the teacher of notorious oratory and I put glory
And the victory to have sex to make history
This song is cool on its own
And it also blows up consoles

If you want more on the stove I have another pot
When they see me surfing above the waves
They end up crazy trying to bite their own tail
With my square head entry closed unprepared
And every rhyme thrown is an exploding grenade
I had the alphabet and all its letters kidnapped
Working for me as employees
After slapping you with kicks, frying you like a pie
Now I'm retreating and you're still nothing
Here the novel against the merengue dancer ended

Who wears glitter shoes and sequined clothes
I have to stop if not I'm going to lose control
Eating so much junk food has already raised my cholesterol
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm going to stop
Nineteen hundred words, this is a new record my people
Hey, the only ones who can shoot me and nail me really hard
They are my brother Gabriel and my wife
If he writes a couple of rhymes he'll nail me
But no one else
I want to apologize to the people at my record label

This Anir, forgive me for having made this song
I know they told me not to throw anything away
To Afo, I'm truly sorry
Pepo, my bad
I know we are on tour with a lot of things, my bad
But this amuses me
I think I'm going to open a rehabilitation university
For reggaeton singers who don't know how to write
Hey, and my bad Elias, I know that you told me not to lower myself
But it is very easy

Forgive me Polo, I'm sorry too
You bastards can't stand me, get out of the way
Second round or second round
Damn, I nailed you from the start
What happens is that I had a day off and I got into this, calmly
Trujillo high in the house
Carraízo in the house
The Pearl in the House
The Morales neighborhood in the house
The frying pan in the house
Puerto Rico in the house
I'll see you in December, motherfuckers
Hey
Trooko