Corrupción En Tu Espejo (feat. Nino Freestyle)

Yo
Wait
Uh
Hey, watch out, watch out
I'm rolling with the prodigy poet from Quisqueya, you see

Talk bad about Yalí, got a couple of flings
Talk about the junkie and he’ll suck your old drink
If you act like a pastor, but you're in the skin
Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?

Says there are more corrupt people than in Alejo's time
But accept how my sketch confronts you
'Cause if you wear new clothes, but hide dirty old
Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?

Talk bad about Cardi B and got a couple of flings
Talk about the junkie and he’ll suck your old drink
If you act like a pastor, but you're in the skin
Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?

Says there are more corrupt people than in Alejo's time
But accept how my sketch confronts you
'Cause if you wear new clothes, but hide dirty old
Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?

You curse the politician who goes too far
Whether it’s for greed or being profane
But when you look with desire at your brother's wife
You realize there’s a tyrant in your spirit

One steals a lot 'cause he’s in the Vatican
The other steals less 'cause his hustle’s more urban
But if both are the ones putting their hands in the till
Now tell me, between those two, is one more villainous?

Dude, if they give you the chance, you won’t leave without cash
They put you as a bartender, you do tricks with the black
Show off if they put you in the mix
They put you in the 7-Eleven and the teriyakis die

Dude, you criticize the gluttons
But if they compete with you, you turn into a backstabber
Talk about the shark and how it chews
With the right hand, you point, and with the left, you slice

You curse the little group from the police branch
Who have no morals and carry badges
But if they gave you the license to shoot me with an AK
For this little rhyme, in the name of the law, you attack me

Pull out and hit me just in case
If I sing about the shit your heart packs
Talk about the abuser and you’re a husband
Who shakes his lady like a maraca

Talk bad about Yalí, got a couple of flings
Talk about the junkie and he’ll suck your old drink
If you act like a pastor, but you're in the skin
Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?

Says there are more corrupt people than in Alejo's time
But accept how my sketch confronts you
'Cause if you wear new clothes, but hide dirty old
Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?

Who doesn’t understand me
Knowing that where they bought, they sell
They act blind
So they don’t show that the truth offends them (they're fake)

When it suits them, they look for who defends them
When it doesn’t suit them, they act like they don’t understand
The lie transcends, corruption isn’t news
But how? If the same news outlet benefits

Fictitious justice, look in the mirror, brother
Realize that doing evil will never yield good results
And there are some who come with their unusual speeches
But what they say, they don’t do, they’re not real

To you who give advice, it’s you we want to copy
But you turn out to be good critics and very bad examples
Here the real deal is that it counts, no distinction accepted
And we don’t talk about corruption being part of that institution

Asking you to do things right, you, being cardboard
Is like suggesting a robot will work with heart
That’s how you are, I, in this circle, don’t include myself
Living off a whisper to feed the pride
You have eyes everywhere if it’s about something foreign

But you turn blind if it’s about something of yours
And with this, I conclude, you fool, stop
The fake is felt and the real is noticed in any crowd (they know)
They’re so afraid of the truth and the prudent
That they become enemies of the mirror in front of them

What R. Kelly did, you called it crime
You labeled him a guy in decline
But if you promote a product with the same indecencies
Between you and R. Kelly, I don’t see much difference

Show of cunani or sale of cunani
It’s the same whether they put it in porn or at the Grammys
Educated folks dress in Armani
But live off the concept of 'go ahead, lick it, mommy'

You healed and pointed
When they caught the fraud in the government, you spilled it
But in your morals, there’s a contrast
'Cause what it says on your tax form isn’t what you spent
If they put you in charge to distribute jobs
And you only give it to your hangout buddies
When the next political scandal blows up

I don’t want to hear you talking about the one who lobbies, you see
That hidden, I don’t see you, but God exists
And one day, the evil you did will be known
And if you went and even the mirror after you fled
Tell me, wasn’t it a corrupt person you saw?

Get yourself a dumb magnifying glass
And look at yourself with it, see you’re not Mother Teresa
A guy who as a kid steals a dime
A guy who as an adult doesn’t miss a million heist

Talk bad about Yalí, got a couple of flings
Talk about the junkie and he’ll suck your old drink
If you act like a pastor, but you're in the skin
Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?

Says there are more corrupt people than in Alejo's time
But accept how my sketch confronts you
'Cause if you wear new clothes, but hide dirty old
Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?

Wait
(Talk about the junkie and he’ll suck your old drink)
I’m with Nino Free-Freestyle
(Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?)
Nino, Vico
(Talk about the junkie and he’ll suck your old drink)
Hey
(Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?)

Yo, hey, Nino in the house
The authority, directly from the Dominican Republic
Watch out, here come the hip-hop hippos
Yeah, Vico C, legend
Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic
(Talk about the junkie and he’ll suck your old drink)
(Tell me, don’t you see the corruption in your mirror?)