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Tonight I had a somewhat strange dream
I dreamed that Bad Bunny was composer of the year
Calm down, darling, it hasn't been a dream
What the hell? I ask, furrowing my brow

It's normal, people's minds are messed up
For those hicks, anything is intellectual
The average sheep is guided by what's commercial
In the end... Thinking here is a crazy act

But this is nothing new, of course
It seems that doing bad is okay
And that doing the opposite is wrong
One day the police arrest me

For being zero correct and messing up their plan
I bet those losers can't stand me
Don't kiss up to me, I don't play basketball
Many pseudo-artists want to take my place

And they're not even good enough to be my backup
What's this? What an abuse, it had no lyrics and Solitario put them
Content too high for the intruder
Who comes in and understands nothing, as if I were speaking Russian

Welcome all sore obtuse
My lyrics can be remedies for them even
Listen to Exhibition and Perception, and make use of them
And get out of that mental mediocrity that was imposed on you

The industry manipulates you like a puppet
Your brain is emptier than a room with an echo
True artists are found in the nooks and crannies
Because besides, there's art in my notebook even

In the fringes, do you understand me?
Sharpen your ears, shut up, and don't be afraid
Because after this song you'll be richer
Not in coins, but in something stronger, I'll show you

It's called expanding the mind, and it's not small at all
Number one in this, of course, what were you expecting?
If by my side there are idiots who even drool
And wait a moment, buddy, the dirtiness doesn't end here

Because as dumb is the fool as the fool who praises him
Dabadaba du, what a kung fu blow, you can't fuck me up
Not even if you try to voodoo me
I stay in the shadow of truth
Not like you, better go to La Resistencia or Vodafone yu

The truth hurts, my verse crushes them
They would kill their mother to be on TV
Don't expect me to veil your political correctness
And if you followed my career you'll understand that I don't give a damn

I said I would be a legend and no one believed me
But two years later everyone wants to be like me
It seems like your mouth shut, what a surprise!
I have works with a million and I'm still not dead

Pay attention to the expert's vision
When I kick the bucket they'll be eating my balls
More than awake, and I won't even be able to cum, what a misfortune!
Sometimes this future is as tough as it is uncertain

They call anyone geniuses, what audacity
If they say Rosalía's lyrics are good
You have to have big balls, and a lot of courage
Or a brain the size of a watermelon seed

Oh my god! Wait a moment for me to laugh
And interrupt the speech with my laughter
(Ha, ha, ha)

Well, enough, I couldn't find a more convincing argument
Come, one by one or twenty by twenty
I keep kicking your ass no matter how much I reinvent myself
With the flow I crush them

And with intelligent lyrics just the same
No one can handle this madman
The first one in the forehead
And there's no second because it's more than enough

I could take out all the rappers in the existing scene
But I would feel very lonely suddenly
I have a microchip integrated in my brain
It's a detector for bitches with music videos

And it keeps beeping and doesn't stop, beep beep
That caste of filmmakers wants me R.I.P.
You lack the balls that I have in excess
Then they see that everyone respects me and they're amazed

I am truly real, not like those whores
Who don't deserve even half of what they earn
And here I am, a bum, you see
True geniuses never make it to the end of the month, everyone says
You don't deserve it, that's right
But I opened a Patreon and two or three supported me