Listo Para Morir

I started at 13, there was no fame, it was for pleasure
Before my first drink, before touching a bust
Before all that shit of yours they call rap
Before Santa RM and this shit to endure
What do you want to tell me that I don't know?
I left my skin in lyrics like a leper
Behind all that shit of yours they call rap
There was a little boy who liked to rhyme
No one taught him to rap, I was self-taught, damn
There were no rules or prejudices, everyone took their own path
I was always the bad guy of the group, the one left behind
And in the end, how many today pay bills with rapping?
I was born in Nogales, but Obregón was my cradle
Those freestyle afternoons with Eptos back in Jacuana
Opening the show for 10 people looking for a name
Today more than 100 would like to open the show for this man
I'm not the best rapper in my country
Not even in my state and if I'm honest with you
I'm not the best MC in my city, but I'm not worried
The only one who surpasses me is Omega and he's in my group

Punchline, I'm ready to die
And if the people demand it, let them crucify me, yes
But if under this cross, they won't touch my wound
I don't forgive the one who does it, they'll pay me back

Punchline, I'm ready to die
And if the people demand it, let them crucify me, yes
But if under this cross, they won't touch my wound
I don't forgive the one who does it, they'll pay me back

I'm bipolar, I always suffer from that shit
Sometimes I do it well, other times I go too far
I have fans who support me to the point it seems like a joke
I would win doing trap
And they would love me like Maradona's hand
Critique and don't write, what are you afraid of?
You couldn't make good rap and ended up making memes
Don't bullshit, to all the professional critics
I challenge you to rap and teach us how to rhyme
Tell me what's right, what's wrong, who judges me
It's like the dog wants to rule the jungle
My boom-bap knocks you down, this flow resounds
They say I was dead, but I came back from the afterlife
When they thought I couldn't give more
They didn't even imagine I had these weapons
Today they ask for peace, they want me to stay calm
I'm not a boomerang but I came back like karma

Punchline, I'm ready to die
And if the people demand it, let them crucify me, yes
But if under this cross, they won't touch my wound
I don't forgive the one who does it, they'll pay me back

Punchline, I'm ready to die
And if the people demand it, let them crucify me, yes
But if under this cross, they won't touch my wound
I don't forgive the one who does it, they'll pay me back

They want to kill me, what are they waiting for? Shoot
I write luxury, my verses are McLaren
I'm ready to die like Christopher Wallace
But my adamantium verses don't die with those bullets
Load well and aim, you only have one shot
I'm not worried about fake 2Pacs, if I die I don't expire
I grew up among bees and learned from their behavior
I work tirelessly making honey that never expires
Hey mama! They thought it was just drama
Check for monsters under the bed
If you're going to talk, make sure your actions back up your words
Hey mama! I just wrote, I didn't ask for this fame
Half the scene wants to kill me
I'm ready to die
You're ready to feel the flames

Punchline, I'm ready to die
And if the people demand it, let them crucify me, yes
But if under this cross, they won't touch my wound
I don't forgive the one who does it, they'll pay me back

Punchline, I'm ready to die
And if the people demand it, let them crucify me, yes
But if under this cross, they won't touch my wound
I don't forgive the one who does it, they'll pay me back