Llego El Chynin

Here comes Chynin...
People, here comes Chynin...
Here comes Chynin...
People, here comes Chynin...

I showed up late 'cause my ride had a flat
But I’m here now, what a bummer...
Look, let 'em know the new kid's in town
With the label that's gonna take the crowd down
I’m gonna act like a real jerk if my track blows up
Gonna remix Christina Aguilera...
So they believe me; look, you bastards...
What the hell are these guts, chicken or guinea?
Pass me the hot tar or throw the whole pan
Either way, the narrator's got rhymes for every day
No flies here 'cause I’m the Real Killa'
Get your act together, there are high hopes
This mulatto wasn’t raised on handouts
Chill out, don’t drink the "culcul" beer
Chynito, you motherfucker, squeezing the mandarins

(Here comes Chynin...) If you were a fish, you’d be Mandibulín
(Here comes Chynin...) And if you were a dog, you’d be Tribilín
(Here comes Chynin...) Hey, you can’t afford the lobsters
I eat "corned beef"... (Here comes Chynin!)
Who else? With the Jiguirri! (Here comes Chynin!)
That’s right, that’s right... (People, here comes Chynin!)
Here comes Chynin, motherfucker... (Here comes Chynin!)
You knew this was coming... (People, here comes Chynin!)
And this is all for you...

Watch out, I’ve got my eye on you
Don’t take chances, motherfucker
'Cause from plate to mouth, the soup can spill
You’re as wild as they come on the rocks
You’re gonna have to get used to this face
I’ll burn you like I did at DuPont
Grandpa Pino used to say "You punk!"
"_____________, shameless one!"
'Cause the flow of this little guy was insane
I’d take you out without mercy or compassion
This is for Carolina, Loíza, Río Grande, and the Bronx
Thanks to Calderón for getting me out of the jam
You know it, we’re in danger of extinction
And I’m the one who breaks you like the villain from Turón
Look, I’ve got you running with the basin
You’re like Kobe Bryant, scoring a lot but never winning
No surprise, too much Julio Zabala
It’s gonna get ugly when Chyno drops

(Here comes Chynin...) If you were a fish, you’d be Mandibulín
(Here comes Chynin...) And if you were a dog, you’d be Tribilín
(Here comes Chynin...) Hey, you can’t afford the lobsters
I eat "corned beef"... (Here comes Chynin!)
Who else? With the Jiguirri! (Here comes Chynin!)
That’s right, that’s right... (People, here comes Chynin!)
Here comes Chynin, motherfucker... (Here comes Chynin!)
You knew this was coming... (People, here comes Chynin!)
And this is all for you...

I drop ready rhymes for the stage
Giant legs that stomp on the weak
So the masochists don’t insist
Your breeze doesn’t compare to my storm
Bring 50 and together you still don’t represent
Don’t you remember the kid from the hood
Who lit up the parties and ____________ came out
Humble, but in this profession, a bully
Like a miserable bastard who stabs you with a fork
The example of what they call flow
Yours is practiced, that’s why you forgot
People say the future is Chyno
Submarine style, I’m here to bring the noise
I like "real hip-hop", you don’t
You always add that stupid commercial touch
Get fresh with this expert...
In this industry, there’s a lot of beats and little talent

(Here comes Chynin...) If you were a fish, you’d be Mandibulín
(Here comes Chynin...) And if you were a dog, you’d be Tribilín
(Here comes Chynin...) Hey, you can’t afford the lobsters
I eat "corned beef"... (Here comes Chynin!)
Who else? With the Jiguirri! (Here comes Chynin!)
That’s right, that’s right... (People, here comes Chynin!)
Here comes Chynin, motherfucker... (Here comes Chynin!)
You knew this was coming... (People, here comes Chynin!)
And this is all for you...