Talento de Un Barrio Fino

You Can't to be ready for this one man
Diesel!!
You Know Me Man!
It's Daddy!
With The "T" with the "E" with the "M" with the "P" with the "O"

Categorized Lover of Danger
For Being the Actor
The main protagonist
And the Main Author Of
The True Massacre of MC's
The Spokesperson of the feelings of the puppets
Of This Nation
And by popular request
To present talent of a fine neighborhood
With Yankee I combine and many are offended
Who are confused because how was this event achieved
To see the king of Reggaeton in a duo with Tempo
But it's not the time, to break your mind
Time to grow and be recognized worldwide
That the talent of the neighborhood is based on fine people
Although drugs are their beans without abuse they plot
They don't shoot with children, they don't jump the line
When there are words they don't break like in families
That are loyal, reliable and don't show themselves
My heartfelt respects to Caguas and Guaynabo
I know I know, I know that Yankee also
Learns to recognize that humility can be
The best weapon so that the problem doesn't come close to you
And tomorrow you can have a new dawn

Give Me Wings. Today my hope is gone
Give Me Wings. To face this situation
Give Me Wings. To believe in my nation, yes sir because my heart is cold

Give Me Wings. I feel that evil has defeated me
Give Me Wings. The good I had is lost
Give Me Wings. To believe in my nation, yes sir because my heart is already cold

I am a five-star general
I have command and control
We are clear that in the world I have caused a revolution that
Has awakened thousands under the Sun
A born leader who rose from below
Those of the sixties and seventies were the ones who brought drugs
They introduced it, made and unmade it
In the eighties came the Crack invasion
There was no dembow but the tra tra tra was already sounding
In the nineties they blocked the housing projects
The drug spread in the four cardinal points
Producing alarming wars and anyone was a gangster
This is the product of the times before
It doesn't matter where you're from or where you are
The big shot was killed hanging out in a motel
Admit it this is over don't look for reasons
Being a kid going to school with a gun
Pointing at the wolves with a foolish face
And the foolish shot snoring like a wolf
Even if you are humble be malicious
Like the snake shooting at the bear
Raymond Ayala and David Sanchez
Owners of the road
Scientists of street science
Survivors of the hottest shootouts
But there is one waiting for justice from the outside

Give Me Wings. Today my hope is gone
Give Me Wings. To face this situation
Give Me Wings. To believe in my nation, yes sir because my heart is cold

Give Me Wings. I feel that evil has defeated me
Give Me Wings. The good I had is lost
Give Me Wings. To believe in my nation, yes sir because my heart is already cold

Now I want to return
To talk to abusers
Who gain consciousness by shooting with women
Now there are also women who lend themselves to iron people
They will give you like a man
But specifically I base it on the innocent ones
Who lose their lives in the negligent neighborhood
What need do you have, seeing an enemy
And shooting blind bullets, that's not from a fine neighborhood
Raymond Ayala and David Sanchez, they guide you with class
With a base. If you want to learn how it's done
Obey. Because the key is humility
Do you know why, man, because humility prevails

Have you ever stopped to analyze
Who or where I would be
If my career hadn't taken a little break
That October 17, 2002 hehe
When will they understand that I am the only reality
Turned into a song
It's Me with the Big Boss Daddy!
Without a secret they say
I'm The Best
Hehe have a good night