I know that my rhymes sometimes cause upset,
When my neurons run
Even I get scared
My responses can be so aggressive,
That even the letters run away from me
Because they are afraid that I will write them
I don't have rifles to kill you
Just the clue is enough
I turn letters into ideas like an illusionist
In one line I will kill you, I will kill you I fracture, I injure you
And in the next one I resurrect you when I mention you
That is part of my art
Let everyone know,
That these rhymes are for you without having to mention you
And I don't do it to avoid friction
I do it so as not to make you famous
In countries where nobody knows you
After seeing how wars move and the guerrillas
Do you think I'm going to be afraid of your gang?
Shoot whenever you want, little thuggish rapper,
Here the most thug doesn't win
The most clever one wins
In your head you are a drug trafficker
Wanted by the police
And your guns are like unicorns
Fantasy
There is no problem if you have imaginary enemies
But yes in which the little kids believe that you are a hitman
You have not experienced 3 hells of difficulty in your life,
You do not lack school
You do not lack food
If people of the Congo
You would have had your opportunities,
They would have graduated from the best universities
If I take you on an excursion to the African central,
After seeing the war you go out singing Christian lyrics
There your rapper's clothes,
Your baseball cap and your thug's chain
They melt in the sun
Or I'll take you to Syria
So you can feel the bombings
And see how they left the kids without arms
What are you going to do when your son is caught at the disco
And without delicacy with an AK they explode his head
Or that they erase your brother's face in a violent way
Or that they clean your mai' with the short and the forty
You are a gross bastard rapping about how to blow brains
In a country where They kill you for stealing a peso
I'm not a saint at rapping,
Much less a gentleman
At some point rhyming
Hang ten sailors
But in that case it's different to incite to disorder
Because when tyranny is law, revolution is order
[Chorus:]
Inside, Inside,
Well inside I left it inside [x4]
Do you want to shoot? Here I leave you a couple of riddles,
I'm afraid of cockroaches and lizards
I haven't heard them on the fucking radio in Puerto Rico for years,
I've already released five albums and I'm still not rich
Some call me a Communist, a one hundred percent demagogue
The ultra right hates me, the ultra left too
My sexual performance is on the floor
After making fun of bald people I'm losing my hair
I called the governor a son of a bitch and even though he deserved it
Inwardly I regretted it and I didn't say it until today
Before understand the inequalities of people,
I bought a used Maseratti that now doesn't work
My credit is screwed, they don't even sell me a coffee,
That's why to pay another monthly payment I prefer to go to foot
I'm like boxers, I manage money poorly
I invest everything in my career because art comes first
I'm the slowest in my family, I'm not brilliant
I fight for education and I was never a good student
I have a phobia of airplanes,
I like politics
Even though I say I don't care about them, criticism hurts me
My best friend was killed in a barracks,
I have a lot to write and little paper
My honesty is transparent,
You can see me inside just by looking at me from the front I try,
Although to remain honest, I am the best at this
[Chorus:]
In, In,
Well inside I left it inside [x7]

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