Wilmer Roberts (King Kong Music Sessions #53)

How are you, king kong? We know you well, no need to introduce you
John wick, it's a pleasure to talk to you a second time
I don't know if you remember me, I'm the one who used to imitate you
Showing how easy it is for me to do your crap art
And today I came back because I saw a lack of respect on your part
And you haven't done anything for the culture other than take advantage of it
Today you met defeat just before retiring
So get used to it, you'll take a couple more before you go
Let me tell you something before you leave us
That I can handle you and Xander Zaya
And they had eight years for their crap battle, but it exploded
Just when the war between that piece of shit and me started
And if you ask me, they both lost
Well, one told me very little, and man, yours bored me
Fighting over who was poorer, someone who never lacked
Shoes, education, clothes, roof, and not even a fuckin' hotdog
Wasa wasa rolled in Snoop Dogg's papers
You're not underground, and bro you know who I am
You really like English, surprise, I know you speak it very well
So, I know you've translated a couple of verses from Eminem or Nas
Your pen was a disguise that is falling
Revealing what you're doing
Which is making artists disappear whenever they disappear
And now you want to knock out teeth because they're falling out
How much we need Ñengo and Kendo, this is shit nowadays
If Coscu hadn't started the war, it would never have started
If there's something we've learned from your career, me and Elía
It's that even respect is bought today, but not bravery
And I came with mine, don't underestimate me
If you want, take some time to analyze me
And don't come telling me you're too high, or I'll make you land
You only beat Tempo, and I did that too
If what the crazy guy says is a lie, you do the math
If you've been smart in choosing who you face
Here the trick doesn't work, your magic doesn't sell here
And it's not that you rap a lot, it's that all your tracks have been very slow
You don't represent us now, nor when you started
You call yourself a rapper, but you never learned to rap
If you're king kong it must be because you never improved
And anyone who doesn't evolve is forced to be a primate
Take a bat, that pen is a pole, I break its ass with a couple of punchlines
For a couple of cold ones like the pole and you threw only one
My lyrics know how to place and use racism only for
The day it's discovered that being racist isn't being alone, gyal
You don't know what to talk about and now you shield yourself with my people
The foam doesn't see the chocolate underneath the container
You love the brown color so much, all your wives have been transparent
There's nothing more racist than paying so much attention to it
Not even more indulgent than offending someone with a vice
Criticizing racism or reggaeton to gain sponsorship
Pretending that it affects you how they make profit
Big talker, raise that Columbus statue in your building
You offend your beginnings every time you express yourself
Two years of your song and I finally understand your sadness
Apart from the fact that you can't scratch your head anymore
That pen has been consumed and no one consumes that beer

And I don't care where they are
Much less who they think they are, it's better that they behave well with me
I think maybe they don't understand
I don't care to make friends, if we were, I'd call you Stan (oh-eh-eh)
Another one who wanted to be Eminem
Those times are gone and they won't come back as long as they're with
The new order (who?), the new order (who?)
Who? Motherfucker, you know me!

That's me, the one who's had everyone on edge since he came out
The script is not a reality for your industry of lies
For the idols on my arm and the stories on my face
The other one who's going to break you without knowing the word