RESIDENTE (BZRP Music Sessions #49)

[Chapter 1]

I'm a little restless while I watch over the urban genre
Peeking like a crocodile in the Nile River
Settling a couple of pending accounts before Milo arrives

Sitting on a chair under a parasol in an undershirt
With the dog biting my slippers
Burping tortillas and buttered toast
Aiming at the horizon with a sightless rifle

While I talk to myself like Don Quixote
With beer foam on my mustache
Waiting for these hot dogs to come out of the cabin
Like a sprout, before their boat sinks

But as always, shit comes to the surface
I'm ready to give these blowhards a beating until I run out of ammo
Today I knock down the marketing in one go
Like we knock down the statues of Christopher Columbus

I break this junk
Like a rocker in the 80s breaking his guitar
With Resi, you get dirty
Even my verses became alcoholic
Because there are too many bars

I come from the heat
From Trujillo, the drums sound in the streets, ro-po-pom-pom
There's no discussion, even my brother Don
Knows there's only one King Kong in rap

Sending fire, this is White Lion, no games
Like in the times of Voltio with Tego
You and I are not the same
I don't believe in the stars of digital platforms
Or in your Billboard cream pie
Or in your Instagram stories
Dolce & Gabbana and Cartier
I only believe in my level
And in the lead of my pencil running over the paper

I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun

Because I'm leaving right now
I'll take a couple before I go

[Chapter 2]

Today I'm taking on the fame industry
Until I break the bed springs
When my words spill, I take them without pajamas
Vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword puzzle

In the diss tracks, I'm the terror of the terrors of this era
For these losers, springs are no longer multicolored
Because where I drop a punchline, flowers stop growing

They're fifth-rate artists
Who write less than a pen without ink
When they see me, they fall apart
Pale white like the fake teeth they wear

When the cap with the R approaches
The whole stage starts to smell like a peasant farm
Because these fake rappers turn into chickens
With my rhyme, when I impose discipline, like in China
My retina only sees heads rolling down the hill
The French Revolution with the guillotine
Burning shop windows, I go all out, I go on top
With a bottle, a towel, and gasoline, like in Palestine
I do it easily, like peeling tangerine peels
Comfortable, like a seat when reclined
I'm Correa, Báez, and Lindor, a routine double play
This is not for Instagram, this is resolved in the booth

I kill them tying my right and left hands
Singing children's songs, jumping rope
There's no break for losing
If I put them all in a blender, shit comes out

For two minutes of song, they have twenty writers
Even the managers are songwriters
Five hundred dollars for a ticket, gentlemen
For jumping around like an idiot dressed in colors

Auto-Tune and playback activated
These fools sing even with the microphone turned off
You can't be the leader, champion of champions
If all your fuckin' songs were written for you

A well-made hot dog is delicious
The problem is that these liars didn't cook it
These lazy ones are greedy
They don't even bring the plate to the table and take the waiter's tip

And they're not ashamed, that's what's shameful
Bees make honey, but bears eat them
Respect isn't bought by being talented
One thing is being an artist, another is being famous

Ah, we need to clean up
Too much delusions of grandeur, little skill
This is just the beginning
And I'm still going for my first beer

I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun

Because I'm leaving right now
I'll take a couple before I go

[Interlude - Residente and Gabriel Cabra]

Gabriel, is this okay?
Mmm, it's really shitty, bastard
But if you diss Balvin, I might like it
No, not Balvin, bastard
That guy's a dumbass
Okay, go ahead

[Chapter 3]

I'm going to lower myself to a dumbass
Who sings about SpongeBob and Pokémon
A clone's copy, the Logan Paul of reggaeton
This is lower than ejaculating without an erection

As they say out there
Josecito, you have no street cred, that's why your knuckles are soft
With just one video, I bury this calf
And I make him post pictures with his dog

This coward, young lamb
Is like a vegan breakfast, without eggs
The people fighting, they're being killed
And this guy posts photos of Gandhi praying

Lying asshole, he acts all spiritual
Using mental health to sell a documentary
You're more fake than a hot dog without ketchup or bread
More fake than Luian's abs

This guy is so insecure
He has to announce on Instagram how much money he makes
He doesn't understand life's values
He has to tattoo the word loyalty because he forgets

He's an idiot with dyed hair
Who put black women with dog chains around their necks
A white boy who lost his way
A total diva accepting his Afro-Latino award

One day he said he wanted to make reggaeton, to be honest
When he found out Daddy Yankee was white
The worst part and the most serious
Is that this dumbass is racist and doesn't know it

History will slap you in the face on behalf of all those who, under abuse, picked cotton
And another slap on behalf of all those who have had to fight twice within reggaeton

Myke Towers, Sech, ChocQuibTown, Rafa Pabön
Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcángel, Tego Calderón
There are a bunch that, without thinking, you sweep under the rug
In your rainbow of colors, there's no brown

A sacrilege, this white boy from school
Still doesn't understand the fuckin' privilege
But what do you expect from this failure?
Raised by his dad, a frustrated influencer

In Puerto Rico, to make it in reggaeton
He swallowed more milk than a condom
For every blowjob, he climbed a step
Every day dressed in a different color like a chameleon

What Rubén said, Residente stands by
Even if he changes color, I always know where he's coming from
Chameleons look out for themselves
They become friends even with their enemies
Just with the witness

Business is business, partner
In business, there are no friends
Mine is not business, we're different
For music, I put my heart on the line
My Billboards are held up by the people
Along with my lyrics on every banner to bring down a president

I'm not the most famous in the whole circuit
But I outshine your favorite rapper by twenty
What I said in Calma Pueblo, I repeat
With me, they eat even if they're not hungry

I don't do this to give you advice
Or to take advantage of you even if it's uneven
Today I skin you alive
So those who buy the hot dog shirt feel like real idiots

This is for the kids
For the respect that every writer deserves
The Formula 1s are tourists, they don't race anymore
Because I just broke the track
Ah!

I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun

Because I'm leaving right now
I'll take a couple before I go

Well, I already took them