Blam Blam (feat. Aldeano)

I'm not impressed by all that cling, cling
That sounds, your bling, bling
A little movie is not what makes you tough
And I alone am a dream team
A lot for your ching-ching
Before taking out the pen, take out an insurance

Stick from the bush for the premature
Don't put anything in that they take out the pure
You are too tender to jump my wall
Step away and come back when you are ripe

Whay!

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 pam pam
My saliva burns more than your beretta

Whah!

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 pam pam
The pibota, I carry fire 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 snatched 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 with two verses
Your singing is yours, you sing with more throat than testicles

Say it al2!

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 shrapnel and I'll take out the foolproof thing

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, the shit killer
The bar killer, the one who smears the parasucos

Bacalao, no matter how you come disguised
The pants you wear don't fit you
Because wha', wiki-wiki, you took them borrowed
And in your face the hummingbird doesn'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 snatched from his hands

Whay!

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 pam pam
My saliva burns more than your beretta

Whah!

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 pam pam
The pibota, I carry fire in the drumstick

Hip-hop culture since time
My pen is bad boy like biggie
DJ scrapes the hardest plates
Let them hear wiki-wiki-wiki
I'm tricky dicky never micky

There's no ham here
I only hang out with freaks and Glocks
They take this pattern I feel like in a deck chair
Get me the coconut water

They call me and I sit up
The fire sprouts from my pores
Unhinged from the team
I came to rap, not to do chorus

Poetry is my treasure and my temple
Their comments I ignore
People who have their flow like me
Don't need to have so much chorus

Like in Puerto Rico boast of being vico
I'll abisco you bizco close your mouth
It's better to wait
A slum kid speaking the real
Not what people in these times other times prefer

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 its puddles with our seas
It makes more sense for a bird with hair on its wings asere

I don't shut up, I never fail
My tongue, my law, my language
I repeated heavy and detailed
Pick up the mare that is in ruins, I arrive on horseback

I rap until I faint
In the foot I have callus
I advance and overwhelm them
My rhymes come from the sky shining
It seems like some lightning bolts are falling

I come rapping from the Cayman Islands
Releasing lava my mouth is a volcano
Floating like Peter Pan
With a pen from Barbara Ann

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 and it smells

If they are from an immigrant family
But their father walks with a lot of drugs and without papers
But you have to dance, you have to forget everything
My blood, that hurts

Look how I'm never wrong
I hit the mark and make your skin bristle
I turn off lanterns and lights
I don't leave a trace on the table

Here you see me like few
Taking life to paper
The world is really crazy
But I'm crazier than him

I don't lose sleep
For the efforts of not calling me the goat
After all, what the goat says is: bee!
I am 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 mouth what the vico brings are not carols
Ready for the punchlines since the times of Menudo and the boys
Like the cubaniche with my nose and bembiniche I explain it to you
Three field sweeps of which El Chavo del Ocho gave to Kiko

Water, two pigeons of godzilla were thrown
Here distributing the fire
We have king kong in line
We have the verses, we have the syllables
We have the stacks it's killa'
We have the equivalent of the wax that sticks to the skin and depilates

Whaaayy!

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 pam pam
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 pam pam
Your burst of hoarseness I kill with two verses
We're here, we're here
Your singing is yours, you sing with more throat than testicles