Mis Disculpas (Tiraera Pa' Tempo)

Before I start, I'm going to give you a couple of valid points
Throwing at you is like abusing a disabled person
Throwing at you is like suffocating an elderly person
It's like playing 'I spy' against José Feliciano

You're not real, like a surgery on the face (you're not real)
Like Sofia Vergara's breasts
Do you want to know what's real?
Real is that on the island they're screwing us with a fiscal control board

Real are the students, the teachers, professors
The Puerto Ricans working for four twenty an hour
Real are your daughters, who grew up without you
And even though you're dumb, they still love you

Real are the workers mixing plaster
Real is your mom enduring while you were in prison
Who had to use the soup money
So you could buy soap, food, cigarettes, and clothes

And look how you repay her, acting like a hitman
In her name, I'm going to hit you with the whole alphabet
Your brain the size of a plum
Is the reason why the government has to stop closing schools

And you owe me one, have you forgotten already?
In 'Dear FBI' I dissed the feds who arrested you
Crying for eleven years and with your butt clenched
My brother Oscar López Rivera did thirty-five
For defending your flag on every corner
And you were in prison, but for selling heroin

What ideal the hell?
Eleven years, not knowing what it's like to arrive early to work
And now you're bored, getting old
Growing mold in your house, fighting with the mirror
Talking to flies, passing the time
Doing nothing, playing with balls of yarn like cats

And I'm wasting time
Dissing a rapper who doesn't know what six times eight is and is called Tempo
In a pawn shop, you're fake gold
You're the Instagram soap opera, while I'm on tour

Your wrestling rap crap
I listen to it with a glass of milk and ginger cookies
I'm eating little rappers on an empty stomach
I already had you for lunch and it's not even noon yet

Rhyming, I resurrect Gandhi and make him do yoga
I kill a Jedi without a sword like Yoda
And of all the earthquakes, I'm the epicenter
Because after four years, you still have it inside

I don't want to be harsh with every word I spit
What you need is a good group hug
And sorry for the monologue
But I wanted you to see a star shine without having to call the astrologers

The crazy one arrived like Don Quixote from La Mancha
There's no rematch here, hey
Residente killing them on their own court

The crazy one arrived like Don Quixote from La Mancha
There's no rematch here, hey
Residente killing them on their own court

The cheap reggaeton pop DJs, take note
I grew up on Calle 13, I've always been a simple guy
By Lake Carraizo, there in the town of Trujillo
From the 13 like Alex Trujillo with different paths
With Chezina and Franco 'El Gorila' as neighbors

Writing every day without anyone backing me up
As a kid, a fan of Vico C, MC Ceja, and Tego Calderón
I went to La Perla to rap, down in the alley
Carli discovered me, along with Elías de León

And with White Lion, we killed them without pulling a gun
No DJ, but with a band, we rocked the consoles
With strong lyrics without playing on the radio
Without payola, always filling stadiums

They closed the doors on me and left me hanging
And in the end, I became what you couldn't be
You have the YouTube hits you secretly bought
My brother, we have the respect

Ask Paul McCartney who fills coliseums
And has three hundred thousand views on his latest video
So take off the crown
Social media doesn't determine a person's caliber

You say I was reggaeton?
Say I was also tango, bossa nova, cumbia, batucada, mambo
Fusion is the concept
With Calle 13, I pushed them halfway and now with Residente, I push the rest
It's not the musical genre but the artist
Throw a dembow at Rubén Blades to see how he handles the beat

Rapping, I'm an athlete, I practice every day
With a rhyme, I make you cry and then laugh
Reggaeton speaks of unity and when I won the awards
They were the first to stand up from their seats

What did you want me to do? Turn the other cheek?
If they mess with me, they get yellow fever
Combination of punchlines ending on your chin
With me, nightmares make your knees tremble

What they did was mess up Spanish rap
You throw shit on yourselves, an own goal
The bravest, but the reality is you don't have the balls
To go out and protest alongside the university

Hypocrites, some people say
But if I'm an independentista living in independent countries
I had to leave even if I didn't want to
To play in the big leagues, I have to play abroad

And as Corretjer says
Without a doubt, from birth, I'm Puerto Rican even if I was born on the moon
And when I arrive in Puerto Rico, I protest and demonstrate
Because even without living there, I'm still paying taxes

For me, this is serious, not just to pass the time
I rap even if the theater is empty
Consonant rhymes are the only thing I idolize
And now I say goodbye in three-four time signatures

I'm a train without brakes spreading good venom
Every time I sound like thunder with obscene verses, I fill their minds
In foreign territory, I premiere your head with a drill
Understand, catch it, get the vibe, got it? Like a Chilean

I'm at the top, that's why they pee themselves, lime green
When I drop rhymes on any stage
I don't care about the weather and to those who repress me
And press the button, I spit on their self-esteem

I tear them apart, kill them without shooting them
To the balls, a knee strike, with words I pierce them
I break all the delay of a moralistic clown
More square than a Picasso

With your brain, I make a loop, make way for the bomb
If your heart can't handle it, run and put on a pacemaker
Listen to how I spell out with my words everything I see
With each rap, like Galileo, I make even atheists believe

I box the little rappers, hit them
Kick them in the ass, make them fart
Watch me stroll on the stage, Residente the vocalist
My tongue is ready, going a hundred miles on the highway

To the ballad-like little rappers, elitist hip-hoppers
I have them nodding like autistic children
Documentarian of life; I'm a chronicler, a scriptwriter, an anarchist
Proposing another point of view, a specialist

When I get angry, I'm so fast they lose sight of me, Speedy González
My vowels hit harder than state guards
My rhymes are Down syndrome, they're abnormal
Leaving the MCs in a coma like vegetables, me (me)

To the kids who stay studying in school
Because if not, they end up like these idiots who can't do anything

Because they're idiots
Because they dropped out of school
Study, don't give up, keep studying
So you can spit real lyrics
And to those in the reggaeton genre
You know I always have your back
There's nothing more to say
That Tego Calderón, my inspiration. De La Ghetto, Arcángel
We came up together from down there, you know what we went through
Yomo, my brother, I haven't seen you in a while
But you know I always have your back

And to the best improviser in Latin America
Wiso G, no one can beat him
Hey Nelson, take note

Jeff, you murdered the beat
Trooko, learn from this guy
Who really knows how to make beats
Ivy, I love you, you know we'll see each other
And we'll toast with a juice
You know, I carry you in my heart, let's go