Blam Blam (feat. Al2 El Aldeano y Gilberto Santa Rosa)

I'm not a boss because I shoot blam, blam
Don't look at the glory, check the history and you'll go
That wisdom is my lyrics
Ask about me, they'll tell you
I'm not a boss because I shoot blam, blam
Look at it again

I'm not impressed by all that cling, cling
That sounds, your bling, bling
A little movie is not what makes you tough
And alone I'm a dream team
A lot for your ching-ching
Before taking out the pen, make sure you take it out
Handle from the bush for the premature ones
Don't put anything in that they take out the pure
You're too tender to jump my wall
Step away and come back when you're mature

I'm not a boss because I shoot blam, blam
On the battlefield my medals are already there
From eight four to twenty-three what I've given you is bam bam
My saliva burns more than your beretta

I'm not a boss because I shoot blam, blam
OG that roars more than a Taliban
From eighty four to twenty three what I've given you is bam bam
The ball, fire I carry in the drumstick

Once upon a time there was a boy from the slum
Who invented an urban movement
And now as an old man he comes to fight
For everything they took from his hands

I'm not looking for crowns and titles anymore
If I already have my own cubicle
Why would I copy the disciples
Your burst of hoarseness, I kill it with two verses
Your singing is yours, you sing with more throat than testicles

Calderón and his junk go to battle
Let's see who shouts, let's see who stays silent
Let's see who at least reaches me here and measures up
Take out your gunfire and I'll take out the sure mammoth that never fails
Canuto, you always shoot roughly
That's why you don't even qualify to be my substitute, cuto
Wha', wiki-wiki
Since I was a kid I'm a boogeyman, he kills fakes
He kills bars, the sea that dirties the for [?]
Cod, no matter how you come disguised
The pants you put on don't fit you
Because, wha', wiki-wiki, you took them, borrowed
And in the little face the hummingbird can't fit a guaraguao's beak, . wow!
Once upon a time there was a boy from the slum
Who invented an urban movement
And now as an old man he comes to fight
For everything they took from his hands

I'm not a boss because I shoot blam, blam
On the battlefield my medals are already there
From eight four to twenty-three what I've given you is bam bam
My saliva burns more than your beretta

I'm not a boss because I shoot blam, blam
OG that roars more than a Taliban
From eighty four to twenty three what I've given you is bam bam
The ball, fire I carry in the drumstick

Hip-hop culture since time
My pen is bad boy like Biggie
DJ scrapes the hardest plates
That sound wiki-wiki-wiki
I'm Tricky Dicky never Micky
There's no ham
I only hang out with freaks and crazies
[?] Boss
I feel like in a lounge chair
Get me the coconut water
They call me and I sit up
The fire sprouts from my pores
I have a data of the [?]
I came to rap, not to chorus
Poetry is my treasure and my temple
I ignore your comments
People who have their flow like me
Don't need to have so much gold
Like in Puerto Rico [?] Vico
If I reply it's better to wait
A boy from the slum speaking the real
Not what people prefer these days [?]
I'm talking to you about a music
That even if we're not here anymore
It's always alive, it doesn't die
Please never compare their puddles with our seas
It makes more sense for a bird with hair on its wings [?]

I don't shut up, I never fail
My tongue, my law, my [?]
I repeated heavy and detailed
Pick up the mare that's in ruins, I arrive on horseback
I rap until I faint
In the foot I have callus
I advance and [?] vassal
My rhymes come from the sky shining
It seems like some lightning is falling
I've been rapping since [?] Cayman
Releasing lava my mouth is a volcano
Floating like Peter Pan
With a pen since [?]
Music saved my life
I don't have fans, I have a family man
I never had a plan I just rapped
And those who criticized me, where are they?
It's more of the same on the radio
More of the same on TV
How hot the neighborhood is
The eleven-year-olds are already armed
If they come from an immigrant family
But their father walks with a lot of drugs and no papers
But you have to dance, you have to forget everything
My blood, that hurts
Look how I don't make mistakes
I hit the mark and make your skin bristle
I turn off lanterns and lights
I leave it on the table
Here you see me like few
Bringing life to paper

The world, it's true that it's crazy
But I'm crazier than it
I don't lose sleep
For the efforts of not calling me the goat
After all, what the goat says is: bee!
I'm a man of my word
If I shoot softly it bullies
And if I shoot to kill it doesn't talk to me
If you don't respect me I'll give you like the tambourine of the rajatabla
Close that beak what Vico brings are not carols
Ready for the punchlines since the times of Menudo and Los Chicos
Like the cubaniche with my nose and bembiniche I explain it to you
Three field sweeps that El Chavo del Ocho gave to Kiko
Water, two pigeons of Godzilla jumped
Here distributing the fire
We have King Kong in line
We have the verses, we have the syllables
We have the pile' of killa'
We have the equivalent of the wax that sticks to the skin and depilates

Wiki-wiki-wiki
We're here, we're here
We're here, we're here
I'm not a boss because I shoot blam, blam
We're here, we're here
From eight four to twenty-three what I've given you is bam bam
We're here, we're here
I'm not a boss because I shoot blam, blam
Wiki-wiki-wiki
From eight four to twenty-three what I've given you is bam bam
Your burst of hoarseness, I kill it with two verses
We're here, we're here
Your singing is yours, you sing with more throat than testicles