El Desafío

(luny!)
(This is another one from us to you!)
(what's going on... the challenge!)
(come on Don!)
(Tego Calderón!)
(Wisin and Yandel!)
(Tempo!)
(Looney Tunes and Noriega!)

Look at them
They're on a trip letting loose
(Looney Tunes!)
What they want is to be seen dancing
They're loose
And I'm loose partying all night
I'm Don Omar
Look at them
They're on a trip letting loose
(Looney Tunes!)
What they want is to be seen dancing
They're loose
And I'm loose partying all night
I'm Don Omar

Man, they have nothing
How pathetic they are
The action is about to start
Feel the tension
The beast lives in you
They're afraid of dying
What's going to happen to you
You won't see it, you'll feel it
They can't sleep if it's not thinking about me
Damn fool, I hate them all
And I swear, they will regret it
For messing with me, not even me
Who has no reverse
At this point, not even trying
To measure strength
Who sells more
Who promotes more
Anyway, I've already gone international
Let them all go to hell
Let them kill themselves
While you settle
I want more and more
Representing rap and reggae
Underground in China
Do you think the Pina crew can do that?
I don't think so, Pili
Watch me and take a seat, react
Realize that this is Tempo's time

Hey...
I think your life stinks
It seems to me that your anger is fake
The suicide has arrived
The one who finishes you off
The one who makes your ass bleed for everyone who shoots at you
I think your life stinks
It seems to me that your anger is fake
The suicide has arrived
The one who finishes you off
The one who makes your ass bleed for everyone who shoots at you

I haven't needed the bling-bling
Much less the show-off
And still, I outshine them
The Abayarde leaves them far behind
Modern swagger, liked even by the old ones
Put in work, this is back and forth
For the liars
I have more special lyrics than Topeka
That have already run through the dry and the mecca
The bike is screwed
The rhythm barbarian has arrived
They can imitate me but it will never be the same
Without favoritism, hitting them hard
If you don't like it, don't eat it
The chaser, I have plenty of oil in my canteen
The Abayarde who doesn't flinch
Dropping it with violent feeling
And a groove that I won't even tell you about
The one everyone has been waiting for
The one who had to arrive
The veteran without going to Vietnam
Your ethics are not my ethics
You follow me?
Hey, crazy, no one writes what I do
Your ethics are childish, cowardly
My friend, I crush you with