El Bueno Malo Y El Feo

Listen, it's the ugly's turn so throw yourself, cover yourself
Instead of one, there are three from the paste, the mariè
Like he throws you like he sees them, from the school of vico and edd
You got stuck with the cocolo
(How?)
Your dreams of greatness crumble them, black one
And they are blaming us
Pressuring us, talking nonsense, marginalizing us
Instead of being, Tego the one who sings to you
Could be, Tego the one who assaults you, pulls out tricks
I fight so that my daughter never goes hungry
For that they have to kill me
And don't think it's just talk, singing out loud
I get stubborn in the brawl
I'm not to blame for your failure, clown
Let me be crazy and don't pay attention
Listen to what's good for you, cry, cry baby
People like you out of control have me
You don't pay my debts, nor give me money
And it's true, no threat, joking joking

I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamps)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)
I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamps)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)

Feel my journey
Straight from the underground
With a wild flow
No character lends itself to sabotage
No one can handle the gangsterism
They talk too much, and don't amount to anything
They ran out of oil in their lamps
Many philly, many weapons, much bling-bling
And when it comes to the truth, they run away like Hussein
I already know these mechanisms
They've been trying to knock down my kiosk for a thousand years
They don't compare to my lyrics
Because they live on the island of fantasy
My friend, don't sleep with the trio
For us, this is easy
It goes very fast, don't even dream of being first
Where the captain rules, the sailor doesn't rule
This is a joint effort for history
From Puerto Rico to the world, it's victory
Doing different things
Because I'm not stuck, people like me

I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamp)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)
I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamp)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)

Here comes the one with the gift of gab
More classic than Doña Fela
The architect of the old school
And the plans of those who envy me are canceled
Now let's see if the gas peels
Because my people eat much more than pacman
I have many more tricks than Batman's belt
Your words against mine wear you out
They get bored with yours, they crawl with mine
Here is the good, the bad, and the ugly
Throwing banana peels behind us
For those who chase us to slip, Fua
For those who talk about the junkie and their jaw turns
Government, listen well to my complaint, I have lyrics
That can destroy even the earlobe
You abused me behind bars, but now I'm out
(What, what?)
And my flaw doesn't bother me, splashes, jumps, squeaks
What I have is the itch, you can't beat me even in marbles
And look who explains it, chew
The ones who crush those who criticize

I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamp)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)
I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamp)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)