La Cátedra

Trooko
Son, here is 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 they are not jokes
For shooting at something that no longer exists
I am what you still did not understand
Without a magic wand or hocus-pocus, 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 jota
A reggaeton player who doesn't know where the horizon is
And who thinks there are rhinos on Everest?

You are such an animal that you still haven't realized
That six times eight are the beats in a musical measure
You don't know what left or right is
And who thinks that in Latin America there are only Indians with arrows
You are tiny like a gland
Fucking you is lower than fucking a star on a showbiz show
I keep wasting my time speaking clearly
Fucking a reggaeton player who has two buttocks 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 illusions
It makes me tender how in your social networks you put your email for hiring
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 17 in Mexico, national auditorium
And you are making discotheques that make you sad
Where women get in for free and give you beer for free
You have four fans, I have thousands
Ask Baby Rasta who saw me play in Chile

And we toast with zacapa after the concert
And even though he joined you, if he wants to drink rum, I'll invite him.
I turn you into a molecule when I plant myself as a caterpillar
With my esdrújulas rhymes you get lost with a compass
Consonantly and chronically
So that the phonemes after stressed vowels coincide
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 to your brain of short understanding
Something simple, I am fast and you are 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
Fire flame and alcohol
I am your headache without paracetamol
I am the one who revived you again
The one who taught you to write
I am your mother and father without having to give birth to you
I am the one who will make you go into religion
I am what passed over you in the form of a truck

The hurricane that the meteorologist could not predict
I'm everything the psychologist is going to bill you for
What you don't see coming
I am the knockout that I gave you
I'm everyone in Puerto Rico making fun of you
And the one who makes them walk straight in line
I'm Muhammad Ali breaking your face 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
That 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
That today we bury you again without a priest and without shepherds
Never before seen in battle
The first rapper who cries because he says I crossed the line
As a child I was diagnosed with autism
And while I nod I write rhymes that break it into any type of rhythm
And he threw me up to a blind blind person
Who raps more than you with much more intelligent 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 to pay for a Nissan
First pay the one hundred thousand dollars you owe Ángel Pagán
If I were on your shipwreck
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 the lie, 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 from Chapo and another from Pablo Escobar
I am not a communist, socialist or capitalist.
I believe in inventing something new, better say that I am an idealist
I believe equality of infinite opportunities
I believe that education, health and food should be free

I think he works harder than the other and 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 game of ass that I gave to you and those who made you the chorus
I believe in Rafael Hernández who made those who believe in statehood sing
Precious the children of freedom call you
Every day you learn
Even Marc Anthony sings it and not even he understands 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
It is one thing to know and another thing 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 can be comfortable
All the poor have to be uncomfortable
And you didn't even realize what they stole from us
For the capitalism that you defend with the gold chains that they lent you
Without knowing you support the dictatorships that disappeared people
Just to think differently

You can use our sister island as a reference
And the murderer Rafael Trujillo in Dominican
You can use Pinochet and Videla as an example.
Go to Buenos Aires and talk in Plaza de Mayo with the grandmothers
I believe in Serrat, Silvio Rodríguez, Violeta Parra
Rubén Blades, León Gieco, Víctor Jara and their 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

El Resi rhymes with A today your dad will eat you
And your slit will leave it more open than the Panama Canal.
Your bad handwriting will end up hidden under mom's couch
I make reggaeton artists like you sing little songs from Maná
They're not real, but I didn't finish the Resident now rhymes with E
You and your committee of thugs, baby chimpanzees, make me coffee at the same time.
I have pureed them since I started, I never stopped the vowels, I kicked them.
When I rap without using my feet because rapping I'm like Maradona with Pelé
And here I came back I never left I kept rhyming with the I
I broke you, you are still like a mannequin, your vowels and I already ate them

I am an MC verse surgeon who operates without a scalpel
I distributed your piece of boar body while having a daiquiri
No, no, no, the Resi did not finish, continue with the O
He fucked you, he nailed you, he fucked you, he hooked you, in effect dominoes
El Resi knocked him out, killed him, resurrected him and buried him again
I have them in their minds saying: 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 who went out to war and never came back like Mambrú
In the list of the best rhyming you are not part of the menu
The Resident gave you classes ending with the U

With this shot I send you to retirement
I take your breath away with a single sigh
I crush you and throw you, I don't turn or turn
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 of educating illiterate people.
Here I bring the alphabet in the shape of a machine gun
Decapitating words like the Zetas
I give them like a tambourine

I eat them like they were chops
With a full belly up to the tits
Because my notebook will never be on a diet
When the Resident presses, they pack all the suitcases
And they end up pedaling even if they don't have a bicycle
You played roulette and ended up in the gutter
And because I am abusing you, PETA is now looking for me.
I am a murderous whirlwind on the way, not even the fortune tellers see me.
And I strike them down when I rhyme
I cook them over low heat with cucumber, cumin, bacon
And blood from his intestines and it never ends
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 toll
Without landing in my carriage they fly looking at the landscape
When you skate without skates the message on this skating rink
In the middle of a violent storm the rap environment heats up
With one thousand five hundred and ninety words and I'm heading to one thousand seven hundred
I've already lost count and my belly is still hungry
In Spanish rap, the Resident represents
I'm spicy without pepper refreshing like mint
I have the Royal Academy as a servant

This Hispanic rapper has more tools than a mechanic
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 it floats
Through the sea of your broken neurons like a seagull
The one who explodes your face with a blow that springs 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, bright as a diamond
I feed them even if the restaurant is closed
Fighting without gloves against my own trajectory
The MC's don't see me coming even if they eat carrots
I am the master of notorious oratory and I put to glory
And the victory to have sex to make history
This song is cool alone
And it also flies consoles

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

Who wears glittery shoes and sequined clothes
I have to stop myself from losing control
Eating so much junk rapper already raised my cholesterol
Now, now, now, now, now, I'm going to stop
Nineteen hundred words, this is a new record my people
Hey, the only ones who can throw me and nail me really hard
They are my brother Gabriel and my wife
If he writes a couple of rhymes he hits me
But no one else
I want to apologize to the people at my label.

This Anir, forgive me for making this song
I know they told me not to throw anything away.
To Afo, truly sorry
Pepo, my bad
I know that 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 fans who don't know how to write
Hey, my bad Elías, I know you told me not to lower myself
But it is very easy

Forgive me Polo, also sorry
You bastards can't with me at heart, get away
Second round or second round
Bastard, I nailed you from the beginning
The thing is that I had a day off and I got into this, calm down
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 at home
See you in December bastards
Hey
Trooko