My school has soul and boards It goes with old sweatshirts With dirty nikes and a long beard It doesn't need effects to adorn what it speaks Raps whatever it sees, it shoots you in two words I started rapping simple with a sample and a template The hobby of a teenager lasts forever A pro since he was 15 and he doesn't give up, he understands That he sells his songs, but he doesn't sell himself Insolent chronicler who uses saliva bullets My school was never a trend, but it's still alive We have initiative, perspective If something doesn't motivate us, we raise our middle finger up I'm talking about my team, those guys who take off the lipo Myths that launch every written word to infinity Others acting crazy, I'm closing the peak Closer to Casey than to Jay-Z, I don't know if I can explain I have my clan following a plan to earn bread I have my fans looking for peace, they will find it in me So much talk, so without more effort than the famous EO I chop the olgazan like a croissant, when I see it, it's easy His music is childish, useless, mine is tactile There will be no white flag on this mast I know that the Nazi attitude and hostile rapper is fragile I mix my mind with TNT, something so agile comes out Like dolphins, their ends don't define me, don't be afraid If you don't live it, don't pine, don't underestimate this name Sublime tears, something huge, tell me How clumsy I was with his melody I let them rhyme, I see that they swell and puncture They are many targets for my arrow They think about their fight and not about the fight They go without a torch, without a torch They kick them out soon because soon they have gone out of date I'm a man of the word, don't talk to me about numbers His songs are dry, my phrases are wet Without feathers, without hair, without truce, without hair The tongue that licks you, my *** is as serious as a spill See that he is electrocuted and I enjoy it, there are no substitutes And I spit eight minutes of absolute raw rap I don't get drunk if I don't sound on radios, I sound in neighborhoods My men lay eggs, my females lay ovaries But there are termites that imitate me, irritate me, they look for visitors And scream, scream and scream, they get excited Then they leave without more, my music is dynamite Those of capital remove their ego, then it is normal that they imitate I give them iron, I am pure poison, when I accelerate I get stuck in their game I sink them, I am like ice, I freeze their jealousy, they suffer the money I knock them down, I throw chains at them, my thunder without brakes I sound the retumbo, so deep I only want true warriors saving my world A lot of jungle, little tiger A lot of gunpowder, little caliber ***, throw me to me You are not Connach and resident A lot of jungle, little tiger A lot of gunpowder, little caliber ***, throw me to me You are not Connach and resident I, I, I don't have a school Without the wind blowing, I learned to sail sailing ships My rhyme on top of a cumbia, however it impacts I don't go to any school because I am self-taught I never followed the rules with generic rap tracks With a Peruvian drawer I wrote Latin America My rap doesn't follow orders of any sergeant, *** I believe in my own movement that narrates And without claws they tear you apart I didn't grow up listening to Tupac I grew up with Violeta Parra And when I delete, I educate them without a blackboard With only two bars, I rock them without a guitar I don't believe in rap gods, much less in kings I am the *** gravity, defying the laws I am the order, but when it gets out of order All my lines are curves, I always break the rules Lying under the shade of a relaxed palm Competing against myself because I have no one by my side I like to abuse the rap rappers I leave the R on their buttcheeks before I get off this beer I easily torture them, I just take their Instagram And they become insecure again I don't think your fashion will last The quinceañeras that follow you today They will no longer follow you when they mature A lot of selfies and little content They take longer in the dressing room than doing sound tests Their concerts are all the same Few rhymes, few bands A lot of fireworks, they don't escape me when I write They are easy to identify because they dress in striking colors I have never seen these little rappers' faces I always see them from behind when I put them in four and raise their skirts And I *** them through the two holes Without support, I roll them up in the creole style I turn them into chicken broth The police look for me for sexual harassment and perverse Because like KCO, I am a rap rapper And I beat them because with both legs I kick In the freestyle, from the free shot, I dunk them And without circling, when I get mad with my word I start speaking in Arabic, even to the Hebrews Sometimes I get in as fast as the alphabet I don't see those of the Malianteo, I abuse them Like a grandmother's novel without a job My tongue is thrown acrobatics never seen before He is a juggler, he is an artist And like Michael Jackson, he does the moonwalking on the track No one can resist the resident When the heat goes down, I put them on their knees, literally Like the believers in the Middle East Knees and prayers, I am a taliban Rhyming short-headed with my dexterity I write the heart with my mouth and I put it on the table On top of hamburger bread with mayonnaise, Japanese sauce And a little strawberry juice, I eat them for breakfast My tongue never stumbles When it is expressed, it goes through them naturally My soup of letters begins, there will be the *** That I arrive, the piece that is missing in the puzzle A lot of jungle, little tiger A lot of gunpowder, little calibre ***, throw me to me You are not Conach and resident A lot of jungle, little tiger A lot of gunpowder, little calibre ***, throw me to me You are not Conach and resident Conach and resident Truco Conach and resident