EL PADRE DEL RKT (R.I.P - RKT)

Yeah
Hahaha
Your worst nightmare, son of a bitch
Na-na-na-nahuel the coach
The bosses with the bosses
Are we gonna finish this once and for all?
Because everyone’s asking for it, the people are asking
I’m the one to do it, yah
For the times of Román wearing the blue and yellow (ha)
For the times of Pity with crazy ladies, a candle
I’m out here messing with runway models
And today I’m sinking Omar Varela’s little soldiers (rra)
They went viral on TikTok doing trends
I’m with the hitmen in Rosario on a goal trend (pew-pew-pew)
RKT died since I sat Elian with Mirtha Legrand, ha
Say hello to my little friend
In Spanish-speaking countries, it’s impossible to reach my level (yeah)
Lolo has a name like a doll, Yoly Bell (haha)
Washes his hair with Plusbelle and owes his career to a Shell shirt

My ideals are clear, man, there’s no subliminal message
A kilo of diamonds around my neck, I feel like an Eskimo
Let’s see if once and for all I put a period at the end
You were never a thief, let alone an original gangster (haha)
I punish them hard, man, I’m their alcoholic stepdad
Now put on heels and inject that hyaluronic
I don’t turn on autotune, it sounds smooth and harmonic
Tonight I’m sending all the monkeys back to the zoo (rra)
I don’t know why they mess with the jaguar’s zone
I don’t care about your life, I waste time finding out
Next time, try your luck with Adrián Suar
We’ve got bullets to go to war with Tempo and Luar (even in PR)
Untouchable even in Guanatos, with the hill mafia
A gangster is one who doesn’t need to pull a gun
Everything in the same box so I save on the burial
The half-kilo tourbillon is for walking the dog (wow, wow!)
And the ticket popped that you were a fan of Quinto Escalón
How ugly that your people think you’re a rat
At 11, you were bullied, you were never a tough guy
Sincerely: Those of us who sat at the back of the classroom (ha)
You dropped a track and deleted it, couldn’t handle it (of course)
Not even your manager wants you, they sent you to die
Then they cry on stories, the excuse is that you got hacked
If your own fans, baby, were the ones who pissed on you

Expert at breaking kids on a track
You were traumatized in childhood, you told it in the interview
It’s not the same to be a lyricist than to be a stylist for Elian
If she likes being my bitch, from rapper to masochist (hahaha)
I’m making them chicken, my secret, the spices (of course)
A special night where I load the .38 special (pew)
I seal with my pinky, black suit, Venice mafia
I’m not Héctor El Father, I’m not ending up in church (nah)
I don’t need to walk with seventy
A man walks alone and keeps his people happy
To sound familiar, Mickey’s for the .40
You’re hanging on my dick, you already have mouse tools (Mickey Mouse)
If my name everywhere is synonymous with respect
They even ask me for the bazooka, the DTO always tells me
They’re the sons of my sons, I baptize them, they’re my grandkids
You all fought over the milk from the ghetto guy (mamahuevo)
It’s a matter of time to see how they disappear
They go from remix to remix, mamahuevo, everyone’s watching
Are you gonna talk to me about bars? What the hell are you saying?
You should train, the drugs are consuming you

A new artist comes out and they latch on, they’re parasites
They jump on the first kid who grabs a bit of cash
Three thugs sponsor you with a rusty .22
And we’re chasing dreams behind an armored car
And the bosses with the bosses, I was their reference
Half plus one, man, everyone knows it
Anti-DDI, if you drink coffee with the agent (haha)
And I set the mustache trend in 2020
And you thought so much about me, the law of attraction
No one scares me, especially the artillery they bring me
And the one who comes with their bullshit falls at my feet (falls)
After this, you’ll be handing out resumes (falls)
Touring the world and Gusty with Art Attack (Art Attack)
It’s different to scratch than to compose a track
They go hand in hand with women, the ones selling packs
You want me to tell people that the one doing everything is fake?
I have nothing against you, we’re both just lazy
You’re itching because you always wanted tricks from this magician (and yes)
Pride in San Martín, no one could do what I do
You got mad because I denied going to Tropi for a drink (and still today)

And this league from a while back, baby, I killed it
I took it out of the packed stadium, hit a home run without a bat
Without an excuse, always firm at the front of the fight
I’m synonymous with R-A-P, the father of RKT
And this league from a while back, I already killed it
I took it out of the packed stadium, hit a home run without a bat
Without an excuse, always firm at the front of the fight
I’m synonymous with R-A-P, the father of RKT, yeah

Desperate calls offering protection (of course)
A guy nailed your mom in the cabin
I’m still in Zárate and Maipú, fifty grand on my neck
This dude is scared, doesn’t want me to whip him
I don’t criticize physical aspects nor the fat guy for his weight
My family taught me it’s not right to judge for that
You didn’t grow up with guns, let alone kisses
But they would’ve made you a woman if you ended up in jail
The difference is that I don’t suck and no one sucks me
They give themselves away at after-parties for bottles and a few grams
They throw stones and hide their hands, I don’t want complaints
And there are screenshots saying: Zara, I love you
So you supposedly the RKT in person
You found out I was gonna diss you and you’re living in denial
You’re the boss of those who rob wallets in the area
(And you’re touching girls and that card isn’t forgiven)
Since I was a kid, we’ve been throwing at the blues from afar
On a 504, you in driving classes
I showed you a path and all these kids turn on you
I leave you another leg broken so you walk more evenly

I’m the Joker’s smile, the royal flush in poker
Messi’s dribble giving lessons in soccer
We carry the Glock, we don’t leave it in the locker
Stop exploding over two cans of speed to the TikTokers
And when they were building, we threw them off the scaffolding
That’s why they aligned and created their own guild
Even Gardel would’ve gotten mad if he found out
That the best with pencil and paper isn’t nominated for awards
Sometimes we sign contracts without knowing
That’s when they profit from the future of a growing artist
If you’re not careful, they take your fifty percent
They’re products they discard even before the expiration date
Without support from playlists or platforms (no)
No one could match my mind, I rise and always want more (ha)
Everyone on one path, I apart with my performance
For not being a puppet of the industry under rules (rra)
These bastards depend on Martín Disalvo reacting
The king of San Martín shot a bullet and not one survived (pu-pu-pu)
I’m a soldier from Moscow, they’re after Coscu, reaction
Why didn’t all those who dropped sessions blow up? (Why didn’t they blow up?)
And what they write with their hands, they erase with their elbows
Unfortunately, with money, you can buy everything (everything)
From judges to prosecutors, commissioners, and favors
Corruption, solution with money, always the same way

Of ten kilos they seize, two go to the shirt
Of ten girls I know, for me, eight are submissive
Bad weeds never die and the good one left in a hurry
The Joker with a smile, the traitor doesn’t warn you
What’s important is to stay more than to be the moment’s guy (yah)
That’s why I’ll never doubt my talent
Don’t let life pass you by, better die trying
It’s better to say: I did it, than to live in regret
For not having done it, then I go solo and take the hit
I need to have my own roof for my family
If hunger abounds in the street and the kids take advantage
Any situation that presents itself and they’re satisfied
How many mothers go to sleep hungry so their kids can eat?
The sun doesn’t shine for everyone, I wish it were a joke
Sometimes not everything is a crime, how many kids at the traffic light selling tissues?

I was born with a badass gift, R-A-P is my disease
They have problems with drugs and anxiety issues
I didn’t take your woman just because I had pity
These are things a resentful man my age wouldn’t do
They’re hanging on everything that hangs below my belly
I can’t even consider them my enemies (ha)
They follow me, they stop following me, because I don’t follow them (ha)
Your friends’ roaches die to hang out with me (ha)
I feel badass waging war against all these losers
Who know how to sing to wine and wheelies with their bikes (ha)
My flows hit like Floyd, man, they don’t hit like Cotto (ha)
Taking kids to class on Otto’s school bus (rra)
Many years around the world, cars, jewels, and many girls
They hung themselves from the rope alone and that’s a shame
And it’s true that I’m sick, I’m hustling through my veins
Sincerely: Zaramay, the villain of the whole scene, man

Trr! (Hahaha)
The bosses with the bosses, and if they’re such criminals, what the hell are they doing singing?
And if they’re so good, why isn’t the league killing it? (Haha)
In Colombia, Peru, Spain, Mexico, Panama, Chile, Brazil, Paraguay, and Uruguay, man
The bosses with the bosses, a worldwide movement
And if we didn’t go to the USA, it’s because they don’t give us the visa, hahaha
You’re not my sons, you’re my grandkids (hahaha)
If you already know how I get, why the hell do you throw shade at me? (You know)
The hardest pencil in Argentina and everyone knows it (rrr)
The evidence is in plain sight, man
Nahuel the coach on the controls and it’s the legendary duo (the legendary duo)
Those who got them hustling
We opened the doors for them and showed them a path, and they’re this ungrateful? (Hahaha)
They never stood up for themselves, let alone for rhymes
The bosses with the bosses
Wherever, whenever (hahaha)
The grandpa of all of you, man.