La Purga
(Esto no es una prueba, este es un sistema de emisión de emergencia anunciando el inicio de la purga anual, autorizado por-)
(El uso de armas de clase cuatro y de nivel inferior está permitido durante la purga)
(Después de sonar la sirena, cualquier delito, incluyendo el asesinato, será legal)
(La policía, los bomberos y los servicios de urgencias no estarán disponibles hasta mañana por la mañana a las siete en punto, cuando concluya la purga)
(Benditos sean nuestros padres fundadores y Estados Unidos, una nación renacida)
(Que Dios les acompañe a todos)
(Mera, indica, Luar, te habla Pausa)
(TM el de la 65, y en Vista Hermosa borramo' cara')
(Tú sabe' quiéne' son lo diablo')
(Mera, Luar, te habla el incorregible mayor, papi)
(Quédate tranquilo en la música, que en la calle controlamo' nosotro')
(No es lo mismo en el pasado que el presente)
(Y en el presente es con nosotro' que tienen que hablar)
(L, yo te lo he dicho, tú fuiste el que decidiste ser artista)
(Sigue matándolo' con música)
(Que a la que pisen la brea, se van a encontrar con nosotro' en la pista)
(Atentamente La Presión, el de Caimito')
El papel aguanta to' lo que le escriba'
Quiere' pegarte, pa' electrocutarte, soy el agua viva
Una carrera muerta, ¿qué quiere', que te reviva?
Tú 'tás bota'o del género, flow Kanye con la Adida'
¿Quién quiere grabar con Tempo? Salga alguien, por favor
Hazme un favor, y quítate las Fendi, piratea' to' el mall
¿Pa' qué me tira'? 'Tas afixia'o, soy tu último respiro
Aprieta, o vas de boca pa'l retiro
Irónico, hablas de traición
Puerco, presta atención, si en tu mesa ere' Juda'
Ya que anda' mencionando muerto', pue' menciona al Buddha
Lo apuñalaste en su espalda, ¿qué tu habla' de casa salda?
Si tu mai' vive en el caserío y no has podi'o sacarla
Ponce es Ponce, y desde que salió Tempo sigue en el parking
Aquí hay nivele', no compare' a Vico con Yankee
Hablaste de mi mai', ponte ready si doy contigo
Acuérdate que tus do' hija' tienen fantasía' conmigo
El Music Hall vacío, no vende' taquilla', vende el alma
Ah, verdad, que ya te la arrancó el de Palma' (prrr, Drácula Boy)
Ando con Phoenix, ando con Pupo, ando con Palma
Y se lo está' mamando a Austin, y nunca has pisa'o La Calma
Tempo, esto son otro' tiempo', tú no está' a tiempo de estar como ante'
Y no hay quien la defuse cuando plante
Dime, ¿quién tú va' a explotar?
No llame' al Oriental, que yo no voy a arreglar
Esto no es Ponce, esto es la Metro, en la Baldo' te voy a arrastrar
Yo soy un yate, tú ere' un bote, el dato ya está a flote
En el indictment saliste de tirador, no de bichote
¡Qué impresión! Guerras con el Diablo son mi depresión
Pero no he llora'o tanto como tú en prisión
(Oye, mera, cabrón, atiéndeme)
(Deja de estar comprometiendo a las persona' pa' que te evite' los regaño')
(Que ya me enteré, que te llamó el pana tuyo, La H, el que tú menciona')
(¿Qué pasó, te quería' vivir la de Hollywood y te bajaron la película?)
(Yo soy la película)
Si me tira', apunta al blanco, y no esté' fabricando
Ahora está' mamándoselo al de los ojo' blanco'
Frena, cómprate una lanco
Se riegan las voce', tú ni lo conoce'
Por eso es que te llamó de preso
Pa' orientarte, pa' ponerte al tanto
Soy el favorito, el flaco blanquito, el que lo' raja
Y tú deja el complejo y quítate la faja
Cabrón, yo soy eterno, como el fuego del infierno
Santa Cos me dijo que te esconda', ya estamo' en invierno
Yo los tacho (de una), están mordío' los muchacho'
Porque hablaste de él, y ante' de muerto no apoyaste a Pacho
Busca pauta, a tus hermano' muerto' ni los pauta'
Alguien dígale que está en mi selva, a este león de jaula
Más viral que tu disco están mis recorte'
Y si tu opinión no aporta pa' bien, cabrón, pue' ni la aporte'
Tú quería' encaminarme, y ni tú mismo tiene' norte
No me importa tu opinión, yo no te vi dentro de la corte
No compre' consciencia, a mí tú no me engaña'
No te ponga' los jackets medium, que los daña'
Tú ere' medio raro, tanto así, que ni me extraña
El único que hace video pa' las tiraera' e invierte en las campaña'
¿Cúanto es que van a meter? (¿Cúanto es que invirtieron?)
Quince mil, na' má', eso gasto yo en hotel
El mundo tiene que saber cuando Kamil te botó del estudio
MC te iba a partir la ceja y te fuiste a correr (dime, Swag)
Tengo la salsa como Goya, tus fane' en presión dentro de mi olla
Que me mame el bicho Tempo, y to' los viejo' que lo apoyan
Jodi'o hater, le cierro la tumba, soy el Undertaker
Te enterró Tre' Letra', inicial de los Lakers
To' el que esté en mí la'o contrario
Es irte en contra 'el diccionario
Despué' de esta, apaga los like de la foto' y comentario'
Yo posteo foto' de mis flyer, cáele al escenario
Ah, verdad, que no cargas cojone', tú tiene' ovario'
Él es fanático mío, se le nota
Porque me insulta en una barra y me complementa en la otra
Que te dio, bota pa'l carajo el que te la escribió
Si él te dijo que tú podía' conmigo, entonce' te mintió
Estoy en mi rally-
(It's from a Federal Prison)
(You will not be charged for this call)
(This call is from: Arthur Rodríguez)
(Dímelo, David Sánchez Badillo, es Dizmali, baby, desde la federal)
(Mera, cuádrame lo que me debe', brega, ya que me estás pautando, baby)
(Tú pasaste por esto, que no se te olvide como, como es que funciona esto acá dentro)
(Mmm-hmm, hmm, eah, diablo, cabrón)
Estoy en mi rally, por si se te olvida, efecto de tus pali'
'Tás en deuda, paga los cuarenta mil peso' de Drizmali
No empiece' con la llori, ni a tirarme en los storie'
No grabaría' con Tekashi, pero firma' con el Bori
Canto de chota, no diga' que está' pela'o, si se te nota
No es la RAM, es la mai' de tus hija', que tengo de capota
Está' sin info, viejo, quédate jugando bingo
Ya no es 19, ahora ando en .40, como Kendo y Sinfo
Tú te enfría', 'tás atrá', busca un negocio, ponte al día
Esto es White Lion, no creo en leone' que no sean de Elías
Ando arisco, que está' subiendo al ring con el invicto
No me tire' a mí y a YOVNGCHIMI pa' jumpear tu disco (deja eso, loco, ¿qué?)
Está' en mi cancha, no pida' revancha, que viene la abalancha
No graban contigo, si to' el mundo sabe que el nombre de ello' se les mancha
Mencionarme fue la tentación, ¿qué pasó, no siente' la presión?
'Tás como tu mujer, reguinda' de este bicho, rogándome a ver si te doy atención
Toma tu minuto de fama, mi lápiz es el terror como Osama
Baby, Letra los arrastra, y si le sacan cojone' los castra
Cabrón, to' el mundo que te tira, ya es algo automático, otro que te aplasta
Y no quiero arreglo contigo ni aquel, hipócrita, hablando de má' como Rasta
Yo sí que camino en el fuego, cabrón, ¿tú te cree' que esto es juego?
¿No te cansa' de tirarle a los nuevo'? Si te creces te aplasto de nuevo
¿Pa' qué tú canta'? Mamón, tú siempre te atraganta'
Porque tiene' el bicho de Hanzel meti'o completo dentro de la garganta
A un hombre nunca le he llora'o, otro cuento tuyo, fabrica'o
Tú has cogí'o bofeta', y a mi nunca me han toca'o
Y pa' to' el que de mi ha comenta'o, tú no me causa' ira
To' el mundo pregunta por qué L no tira
Nadie sabe que va a pasar mañana, salió, pero siempre te tuve en la mira
Pillamo' en la tabla tu güira, que se muera quien en contra conspira
Ese flow to' mohoso se expira
Pa' un asilo Tempo se retira
Cabrón, no me tire', que tengo un teléfono nuevo
Que dice que estoy number one en el mundo
Yo no tengo tiempo pa' chata', yo sigo de gira
Tre' Letra', La L
Jeje
Letra's Entertainment, cabrón
Oye, tú está' guerreando con el má' duro, hijueputa
No esté midiendo fuerza si no tiene' mollero, ¿oíste?
Dime, Custom
Andamo' customizando un par de cabrone' hoy
Dime, Swag
Arkey-O
Dexian en los controle'
Dime, Jota
Dime, Edup
Educando la competencia
Yo soy el mejor de esta generación, y ya lo tengo demostra'o
Nadie puede decir lo contrario, nadie
Tre' Letra'
¿Qué?
The Purge
(This is not a test, this is an emergency broadcast system announcing the start of the annual purge, authorized by-)
(The use of class four and lower level weapons is allowed during the purge)
(After the siren sounds, any crime, including murder, will be legal)
(Police, fire and emergency services will not be available until tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, when the purge is completed)
(Blessed be our founding fathers and America, a nation reborn)
(May God be with you all)
(Mera, indicates, Luar, speaks to you Pause)
(TM on 65, and in Vista Hermosa we erase 'face')
(You know who the devil is)
(Mera, Luar, this is the incorrigible major speaking to you, daddy)
(Stay calm in the music, we control the street)
(The past is not the same as the present)
(And in the present it is with us that they have to talk)
(L, I told you, you were the one who decided to be an artist)
(Keep killing it with music)
(Whoever steps on the tar, they will meet us on the track)
(Sincerely The Pressure, Caimito's)
The paper holds up to everything I write to it
He wants to hit you, to electrocute you, I am the living water
A dead career, what do you want, to revive you?
You're booted from the genre, flow Kanye with Adidas
Who wants to record with Tempo? Someone come out please
Do me a favor, take off your Fendi, hack the mall
Why are you throwing me? 'You suffocate'o, I am your last breath
Press down, or you'll go on your way to retirement
Ironic, you talk about betrayal
Pig, pay attention, if at your table you are 'Juda'
Since you're mentioning the dead, you can mention the Buddha.
You stabbed him in his back, what are you talking about at home?
If your mai' lives in the hamlet and you haven't been able to get her out
Ponce is Ponce, and since Tempo came out it's still in the parking lot
Here there is level, do not compare Vico with Yankee
You talked about my mai', get ready if I find you
Remember that your two daughters have a fantasy with me
The empty Music Hall does not sell the box office, it sells the soul
Oh, right, the one from Palma already took it from you' (prrr, Dracula Boy)
I'm with Phoenix, I'm with Pupo, I'm with Palma
And he's sucking Austin, and you've never stepped foot in La Calma
Tempo, this is another time, you are not in time to be as before
And there is no one who will stop her when she plants
Tell me, who are you going to explode?
Don't call the Oriental, I'm not going to fix it
This is not Ponce, this is the Metro, in the Baldo' I'm going to drag you
I am a yacht, you are a boat, the fact is already afloat
In the indictment you came out as a shooter, not as a bug
What an impression! Wars with the Devil are my depression
But I haven't cried as much as you in prison
(Hey, mere, bastard, attend to me)
(Stop compromising people so I can avoid scolding them)
(I already found out that your friend called you, La H, the one you mention')
(What happened, you wanted to experience Hollywood and they downloaded the movie?)
(I am the movie)
If he shoots me, aim at the target, and he's not making
Now he's sucking the one with the white eyes
Brake, buy a lanco
The voices spread, you don't even know him
That's why he called you prisoner
To guide you, to keep you up to date
I'm the favorite, the skinny white guy, the one who cracks it
And you leave the complex and take off your girdle
Bastard, I am eternal, like the fire of hell
Santa Cos told me to hide you, we are already in winter
I cross them out (in one), they are biting the boys'
Because you talked about him, and before he died you didn't support Pacho
Look for a guideline, your dead brothers don't even guide them
Someone tell him that he is in my jungle, to this cage lion
More viral than your album are my clippings'
And if your opinion doesn't contribute to the good, bastard, then don't even contribute it.
You wanted to direct me, and not even you yourself have a direction
I don't care about your opinion, I didn't see you inside the court
Don't buy conscience, you don't deceive me
Don't wear the medium jackets, it damages them
You are kind of strange, so much so that it doesn't even surprise me
The only one who makes videos for the shootings and invests in the campaigns
How much are they going to put in? (How much did they invest?)
Fifteen thousand, nothing more, that's what I spend on the hotel
The world needs to know when Kamil kicked you out of the studio.
MC was going to split your eyebrow and you went running (tell me, Swag)
I have the sauce like Goya, your fane' under pressure inside my pot
Let the Tempo bug suck me, and all the old people who support it
Damn hater, I close the grave, I'm the Undertaker
Tre' Letra', Lakers' initial, buried you
Anyone who is in me is the opposite
It's going against the dictionary
After this, turn off the likes of the photo and comments
I post photos of my flyers, come on stage
Oh, right, you don't have balls, you have an ovary
He is a fan of mine, you can tell
Because he insults me in one bar and complements me in the other
What did he give you, fuck off whoever wrote it to you
If he told you that you could handle me, then he lied to you
I'm on my rally-
(It's from a Federal Prison)
(You will not be charged for this call)
(This call is from: Arthur Rodríguez)
(Tell me, David Sánchez Badillo, it's Dizmali, baby, from the federal)
(Mera, pay me what you owe me, work hard, since you're telling me, baby)
(You went through this, don't forget how, how does this work in here)
(Mmm-hmm, hmm, eah, devil, bastard)
I'm at my rally, in case you forget, effect of your pali'
'You are in debt, pay the forty thousand pesos' by Drizmali
Don't start crying, or get involved in the stories
He wouldn't record with Tekashi, but he signs with Bori
Chota song, don't say you're bald, if you can tell
It's not the RAM, it's your daughter's mai', which I have as a hood
You're out of info, old man, stay playing bingo
It's no longer 19, now I'm at .40, like Kendo and Sinfo
You get cold', 'you get behind', look for a business, catch up
This is White Lion, I don't believe in lions that are not from Elías
I'm surly, he's getting into the ring with the undefeated
Don't throw me and YOVNGCHIMI to jump your record (leave that, crazy, what?)
It's in my court, don't ask for revenge, the avalanche is coming
They don't record with you, if everyone knows that the name of it will be stained
Mentioning me was the temptation, what happened, don't you feel the pressure?
'Just like your wife, reguinda' from this creature, begging me to see if I'll pay attention to you
Take your minute of fame, my pencil is terror like Osama
Baby, Letra drags them, and if they give him the cojone' he castrates them
Bastard, all the world that pulls you is already something automatic, another that crushes you
And I don't want to settle with you or that one, hypocrite, talking about more like Rasta
I really walk in fire, bastard, do you believe that this is a game?
Don't you get tired of throwing at the new ones? If you grow I will crush you again
Why do you sing? Mammon, you always choke
Because he has Hanzel's bug completely stuck inside his throat
I have never cried to a man, another story of yours, fabricated
You have caught a slap, and I have never been touched
And for anyone who has commented on me, you do not cause me anger
Everyone asks why L doesn't shoot
Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow, it came out, but I always had you in my sights
Let's catch your güira on the table, let anyone who conspires against die
That musty flow expires
For an asylum Tempo retires
Bastard, don't throw me away, I have a new phone
That says I'm number one in the world
I don't have time for 'chata', I'm still on tour
Tre' Letra', The L
He he
Letra's Entertainment, bastard
Hey, you're at war with the toughest, son of a bitch
Don't be measuring strength if you don't have a brain, you hear?
Tell me, Custom
We're customizing a pair of bastards today
Tell me, Swag
Arkey-O
Dexian in the controls
Tell me, Jota
Tell me, Edup
Educating the competition
I am the best of this generation, and I have already proven it
Nobody can say otherwise, nobody
Tre' Letra'
That?