Puesta a Punto
Los F1, la lima de tirantes
Llegó la verga, se tenía que decir antes
Solo es sentido común, esto es delirante
No entiendes mis líneas, solo basta con mirarte
No escribo sencillo como todos esos rapers
Deje marca en la calle, pero no hablo de un derrape
Aquí los pases no son pa' que los atrapes
Tu novia se moja, tú es pa' que de esto te empapes
Mueren lo quemados, Valentín dijo de ardor
Abrí puertas a mi manera, esto parecer El Resplandor
Decían que era infravalorado, me ponía de mal humor
Por no dejarlo eres valiente, pero no ven tu valor
Esto pasa por la red, todavía tiembla la canasta
Mañana el número 1, hoy se me da ya la plata
Ninguno entona por un billete, cualquiera te canta
Al no ser libro abierto primero vieron mi pasta
Lógico, jamás dejes que el dinero te cegue
Se lo hicieron a Jesús, obvio que uno de estos me niegue
A veces no quiero la calle, la calle quiere que pegue
Tocan tanto el tambor, parece concierto de reggae
Barras y violencia desde la adolescencia
Hoy lo hago por mi mamá pa' que sean menos sus dolencias
No son calle, se les nota, nunca tuvieron carencia
Cuidan mucho su imagen, pero son pura apariencia
Hasta la verga del sonido que fabrican
Se multiplican, falsos se justifican
Yo me metí a la industria sin venderme, ¿sabes lo que significa?
Hago millones con mi estilo y hoy nadie lo modifica
Pero me querían abajo, ¿por mí quién iba a apostar?
Salía polvo de mis manos como al pegarle al costal
Era valiendo verga, no iba a soltar el pedal
Hasta que choque, fuck that
Tú fórmame a tu clan, yo contra todos
Tengo
Wey, te toca
Vamos, wey
Échale, es con todo, papito
Vámonos recio
¡Venga!
Tune-up
The F1s, the suspender file
The dick arrived, it had to be said before
It's just common sense, this is delirious
You don't understand my lines, just looking at you is enough
I don't write simple like all those rappers
Left a mark on the street, but I'm not talking about a skid
Here the passes are not for you to catch
Your girlfriend gets wet, you're supposed to soak in this
The burned ones die, Valentin said of ardor
I opened doors my way, this seems like The Shining
They said I was underrated, it made me in a bad mood
For not letting it go, you're brave, but they don't see your worth
This goes through the net, the basket still trembles
Tomorrow number 1, today I'm already giving out the money
None sing for a bill, anyone can sing for you
Not being an open book, they first saw my dough
Logical, never let money blind you
They did it to Jesus, obviously one of these will deny me
Sometimes I don't want the street, the street wants me to hit
They play the drum so much, it seems like a reggae concert
Bars and violence since adolescence
Today I do it for my mom so her pains are fewer
They're not street, it shows, they never had lack
They care a lot about their image, but they're all appearance
Fed up with the sound they make
They multiply, the fakes justify themselves
I got into the industry without selling out, do you know what that means?
I make millions with my style and today no one changes it
But they wanted me down, who would bet on me?
Dust came out of my hands like hitting the bag
I was worth shit, I wasn't going to let go of the pedal
Until I crash, fuck that
You form your clan, me against all
I have
Dude, it's your turn
Let's go, dude
Give it your all, man
Let's go hard
Come on!