Pecador

I am the Resident
Of sin, the ultimate exponent, I'm lucky
If they knew what I have in my head
They would give me the death penalty

I'm not a Christmas sweet inside a sock
I'm not Cookies & Cream
I'm the one who comes to your house to pee in your garden
Even if I don't have anyone to battle, I'm always in the ring

I messed up bad
But I always land on my feet
Anyway, everywhere, I'm still marked
Let he who is free of sin cast the first stone

I get heavy when I'm drunk
And they're scared because they know I'm armed
With my fingers on the computer
Friction with the keyboard

I shoot lyrics on the computer
In the notebook or on the napkin
I'm more dangerous than a religious fanatic
With two shotguns

I hear voices every time I turn off the light
When I question what you didn't question
That's why sometimes the verses I write
Make Jesus' nails come out of the cross

I'm Jack in The Shining
The Ripper, the lyrical, a predator
The one who puts them in the dining room, on top of the chopper
And eats them without a fork

I'm the doors in the elevator
When they don't open in the middle of an earthquake
The pain that the doctor couldn't cure
A rapper abuser, like a pastor, preacher
When he abuses a minor

I'm a sinner
Because I only pray when the plane shakes
Because I'm not what people want me to be
Because I don't believe in things until I see them, I go against the tide

And I don't believe in hell or heaven
Or in the tales of the Holy Land
One lives what the body can endure
When I die, I'll be fertilizer for the plants

And the earthworms rise
They eat my body, they choke
And my spirit transplants to your children's room
And at night, next to their teddy bears, it scares them

I'm a sinner
Because I have to calm down with pharmacy pills
Not to kill these shitty youtubers
Who do comedy on Instagram and aren't funny

I'm a sinner
Because my only virtue is that I'm full of flaws
I love offending those who want to project their intellect
With their politically correct dialect

I'm a sinner because I'm not faithful
In my head, I have a brothel
And the sex I have is politically incorrect
Like a low-level motel

Bodies full of honey, with cake cream
I assume my role of spanking them on the buttocks
With the bad mood of a stepfather
Who has to raise a child who isn't his

I'm a sinner
Because I can't stand some trap and reggaeton artists
Who, from the stands, want to eat the world, the Sun, and the Moon
But their lyrics drown in an olive

I have the vaccine
For those who mess up music and make a fortune
I put them to sleep in the cradle, I take away their hunger
When, in their face, I scratch one like Ozuna

I make music, even if it doesn't generate income
Better to be remembered for expressing myself
Throwing punchlines excessively
Because I have more bars than a prison for inmates

I leave them stiff when I throw with more weight
Than a sumo wrestler, obese
Wrapped in a flour taco with cheese
That's why I'm a sinner (because rapping, without kneeling, I confess)

I don't know the ground because I always fly
In an orchestra of violins, I'm the cello
The Resident, always different, no twins, nothing parallel
In this game, I'm the salt that changed the taste of caramel

When my words cover their faces with a handkerchief
I stay awake, throwing punches online, I'm Canelo
With my tools, I dismantle them
Like a hungry thief dismantles a latest model car

To these chicks, from the farm, jealousy sprouts
Because they see me with longing when they look to the sky
And before the duel begins
They already smell dead, like a great-grandfather

This is my square and if you cross it
My tongue, like a snake without arms, suffocates them when it embraces them
Because the Resident goes too far with these kids
Like the ones Michael Jackson raped in his house

Most are rockstars in a childish version
Taken from a youth band
Trying to be hostile for the profile photo
I laugh at them, like Janeiro from Brazil

A fierce gang of voiceless idiots
They're Chinese rice without rice, they're a hello and goodbye
Their careers end quickly, fast
Like premature ejaculation

They fall like dominoes when the vein on my forehead bursts
I fuck them up, terracotta color
These idiots, with their faces tattooed, I easily set them on fire
Just like Cypress lights the weed

I'm a sinner
With many victories and zero defeats
Those who criticize my rap are behind my balls
Because my rhyme, when it walks on water, floats

They follow me, even if I'm broke
Without money for the installment
In Spanish rap, we put on our boots
I'm a sinner because today, hip hop is spelled with a J

(I'm a sinner because today, hip hop is spelled with a J)
(Hip hop is spelled with a J)
(Hip hop is spelled with a J)
(I'm a sinner because today, hip hop is spelled with a J)