Residente en Madrid

Well, I'm santaflow from magnos
In more studies taste, slow cooking, goes
Tell the kid that this is not a simple beat
It is instrumental with nuance

But remember, bald, that this letter is for you (I'm going)
I am calm but very bloody, with bad intentions
With sharp fangs like a smilodon
I'm like the karma you deserve to collect, motherfucker

You can ignore it but it stings like a scorpion
Today under your umbrella in a shirt
Rhymes like a little boy, talent shines by its absence
You sound forced like your asshole because of my lock

My dogs are disciplined, they find the drug, they don't bite the flip flop (good)
Your phrasing is very simple, rap in underwear
Too much rifle and you lack balls to pull the trigger
I drink artisanal products without staining my mustaches

"Bigotillos" you would say, you're an idiot when you write (ah)
Fucking McDonald's burger
Many consume you but they know that you are shit, assume
You will be able to calm the gluttony of those who are undemanding

Pure marketing but lacking nutrients (ham)
And you talk about other people's marketing
Damn sponsorship kid, what are you going to tell us?
That you have thrown down statues of the discoverer of America?

I doubt it, eat this Iberian sausage more
I can sing like a nineties rocker
And it's not just hyperbole, wait for the chorus to come
I produce and mix, you need babysitters

But you talk about those who write the lyrics, fool
Criticism what you do is your duty
You imitate Leticia Sabater with beef in amateur videos (watch)
I'm going straight, of course I want to have visitors, eh

More than pleasure to be able to submit you, well
From the 20-30 agenda you are a repetition parrot
A biased person, I swim against the current like a salmon
Your metrics and skills are, frankly

Like the courage to face me (look), non-existent
You do simple tempos that's why you don't run over yourself
When you don't know how to finish a sentence you throw onomatopoeia
I come to do you after-after, from behind

Even if you think you are a giant monkey narrating your epics
And because you're on TV you think you're authentic.
Grotesque, you are another synthetic product
Yes generic, identical to many previous ones

Fashionable and demodé like the Soviet theme
I do this to show off
For getting on the wave and surfing it firmly
You and I are not the same

I'm going to face you with a mask and I'm going to take it off.
I do this to show off
For getting on the donkey and kicking it firmly
I am santaflow; resident in Madrid, Spain

And you are repellent the nonsense
Are you crazy about the fame industry?
You don't have it long enough to make a lock
You think you are the neck blower and you bite the pillow

You depend on the media of the aforementioned industry (ouch)
But you seem to believe yourself
That you are not the puppet of the world's hegemonic story
Sure of you like a torrent, sure that in your mind

You look like a real guy
The king of long stretches and no chapters
Ask around who it is, don't be ridiculous
Sign up for the magnos school

And I'll show you what a really cool beef is (go)
When I see the cap of the r arrive
I know it's the cap of someone who is bald and wants to hide it (eh)
You don't have a single follicle in the frontal and parietal areas (whatever)

There is no choice but to have to shave you
Or get a graft in Türkiye, go and get a fix
But be careful, don't try to go for a walk
Three minutes would last, they could hurt you

It's not your strawberry, capitalist, residential neighborhood (uuh)
Rhyme, rhyme and platform, it's older than my grandmother
That we do it at fourteen years old, it is natural
At your age, you are the laugh of any professional

I submit to you without mercy as a mature person to Venezuela
I make you shit like Castro to Cuba, with its dictatorship
The one you don't condemn because you're tall garbage
I shit in that position, there is a lack of culture, reading

Plenty of opening in your ass, they nailed it very raw
Listening to you is torture, sure incoherence
You no longer have any sanity left, puppet with a dark agenda
The purest demagoguery, talking about poor endeavors

From your multi-million mansion, your face is so hard
You are more false than Judas, I come to take off your mask
To put you in waist, bitter as the shell
From an unripe fruit, I extinguish you like a lamp

While the tubas I play sound, no one will protect you
Whoever listens to me will compare, and you will come out badly
It is my complex structure and your childish couplet
You will feel like a victimized collectivist

But in your case I understand that it is justified
I do this to show off
For getting on the wave and surfing it firmly
You and I are not the same

I'm going to face you with a mask and I'm going to take it off (it's going)
I do this to show off
For getting on the donkey and kicking it firmly
I am santaflow; resident in Madrid, Spain

and you are repellent
This is a game and at the same time it is personal (eh)
It turns me on to crack someone who tries to abuse (you'll see)
To the hypocrite who is a social warrior

I send a special shipment, this facial coming
I don't defend anyone, I don't care if you don't like me
But you know that feces always tend to float
And you are even in the soup, this is the crucial moment

To give you what you deserve without hesitation
Fake like a centralized bitcoin
Like dolce&gabbana sunglasses from the flea market (ah)
Like Sánchez blaming Putin for his legacy (puff)

Like the supposed hardness of your knuckles
You don't like that tough thing, you're just a facade
You see the street from your private, guarded villa
I am someone normal and I don't need more

To see what you are, look I don't believe anything (later)
You wouldn't last me 10 seconds in a ring
It would be like facing Gogeta against Krillin
Knees, legs, fists, elbows, army everything

Your face would be like the panties of a feminist who has her period (how?)
Dirty like your populist message
The Venezuelan and Spanish people do not have amnesia
You suck off tyrants and communist bastards

Everyone can see your photos with Chávez and Pablo Iglesias (ueh)
Go anti-capitalist in LA among luxuries
It's being confused like Joe Biden giving a speech.
How to destroy an expensive car and then tell

That the message is that it can help people without resources
Your fans will realize that you are an impostor
The shame of the young artists of Trujillo
That you deceive with lies like López Obrador

Your fame looks ridiculous and big on you, just like Pedro Castillo's hat.
You go with trends like a hashtag
You are a henchman of the global manipulative progressive press
Having balls would be telling the truth even if it is unpopular

How is the blm a criminal organization?
And how dare you talk about skill with that vulgar tempo
Look at my speed, you can drown if you try to copy me
So be still and quiet before me, sucking your thumb

Because there are not enough balls to answer if the one in front of you is going to burst you (yao')
I do this to show off
For getting on the wave and surfing it firmly
You and I are not the same

I'm going to face you with a mask and I'm going to take it off.
I do this to show off
For getting on the donkey and kicking it firmly
I am Santaflow; resident in Madrid, Spain

And you are suddenly the bullshit
In interviews when you speak the bread rises
It's surreal and makes me wonder if you are so
Unsure you need to sell that paper

Or so stupid and arrogant that your idiots think you are
You envy American artists and call them gringos
But you're in their system and you live in their land, bingo
I would like to get a sole for yelawolf's flow

And in Europe a fart from Don Aitor's ass beats you (ah)
And the big question is if you are so stupid and they manage you (what?)
Or so hypocritical that you don't have an iota left (me)
Regarding morals, do you lie to the mirror or to your pencils?

Well, it is not intelligence that your eyes reflect.
Everything is so contradictory that I swear it costs
Seeing people so innocent that they are willing to believe you
They just have to observe you, compare what you preach

With your life, and how stupid it is when you justify yourself
But enough philosophizing, I came to destroy you
To prove, this almost anonymous outcast can sink you
Your status, capacity does not mean

Look at President Biden, who doesn't know how to speak or tie his shoelaces.
When you hear me you will think you are on another level
Why talking about humility and being humble are two issues
Different and you are deified, for no other reason

Than having media licking your tiny balls
You have no principles nor dignity
You need to show your authenticity all the time
Like a hair grower seller, what a paradox

Like an iPhone with a hammer and sickle in a red case
Liar, you are not the people and you know it
Disgusting, you help the elites steal from them
You are complicit in this unequal system.

And that embarrasses you or is it that you hide badly?
Or you know you're a fraud and money gives you peace
Your conscience yes, but respect cannot buy
You repeat that you are a capable rapper

But you are such a mediocre pop artist that you don't even know how to sing (ah)
I do this to show off
For getting on the wave and surfing it firmly
You and I are not the same

I'm going to face you with a mask and I'm going to take it off (yaoh)
I do this to show off
For getting on the donkey and kicking it firmly
I am Santaflow; resident in Madrid, Spain (eh)
And you are suddenly the bullshit (good)