R.A.P. R.A.P. If I take a beat of this caliber, you're dead R.A.P. free fall, by the way Expert dogs will give you what you deserve Click, clap, boom, you're *** Born in the clarity of the asphalt like the killer We start from zero, now first in your receiver Forged under the heat of the flex and the focus I think, I write, I spit, I explode Bim, we hang you like Husein A simple pattern and the blink melts in your neck This end of ching ching with my brother Nacho Alicante, Dream Team in the magna office Holden, Texas, Rome, Barcelona Poker room with the rest of the bros We are calm, the work supports us Practicing every rhyme until it gets stuck in your back Like a dagger, my rap is born in the bowels People who say the best live from Spain It doesn't matter what my adidas say My games don't skid against me My respect is for my niggas When I turn my back, I hear When they talk in the park, it sounds When I fart, the boards do When I look at their faces When I go on the web, they spit A lot on the internet, shut up That there will be my time, that there will be my qual That if blah, blah, blah, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing I'm not paying attention to so many fools acting like dicks They try to cut off the trajectory of this brand I doubt you'll offend me, I'll complain to Fienda Don't touch my dick, Z, do you realize? They'd do anything to get me out of the game But, but, but, but, I *** their egos But, but, but, but, I want, I want, I want For my people, I always beg them But, but, but, but, everyone to my left Fire, fire, fire, fire, tightening the rope I don't like what I do, and I fall, I nail it Purists are slaves of quadric quadriculated No more, more past than the ***ing gospel When I take the micro, of course, I'm serious Just to *** you up, I make better rap than your people I'm kidding, you sweat it anyway Together and apart, my contribution is important I speak what you hear on the street, I'm from before Of models on the network, pending with brilliant I'm from cards with coach, I'm from ghetto, blast it When I turn my back, I hear When they talk in parks, it sounds When I fart, the boards do When I look in the face When I enter the web, spit A lot on the internet, shut up That there will be my time, that there will be my qual That if blah, blah, blah, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing When I turn my back, I hear When they talk in parks, it sounds When I fart, the boards do When I look in the face When I enter the web, spit A lot on the internet, shut up That there will be my time, that there will be my qual That if blah, blah, blah, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing