Hidden Enemies (feat. Wisin, Myke Towers, Arcangel, Cosculluela, and Juanka)

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Tell me, Químico
The Legends

I have no enemies, they are all hidden (they are hidden)
Now that I'm shining, I don't blame them (I don't blame them)
I keep it real, no nonsense
With elegance, but always streetwise (the light-eyed black man)

Between you and me there's no resemblance (hey, daddy, light this up)
So keep your distance (so keep your distance)
If we put my name on the scale
You have no break, your movie is fake
Where we catch you, we spray you

So much boasting
They talk about the streets, but none of them steps up (none steps up)
We're cold, always chillin'
And there's no worry
Benjamins, asses, and Richard Milles are in excess
You guys are fake

That's why I don't understand all the boasting
They talk about the streets, but none of them steps up (uh-uh)
We're cold, always chillin'
And there's no worry (no)
Benjamins, asses, and Richard Milles are in excess (let's go)
You guys are fake (Austin, La Marizon)

Once again Arcángel, father of a generation
So much so that I serve as inspiration to my enemies (you know)
The best artist in this, song by song
But it's obvious, they're not ready for this conversation

Give me a break, you want to see how I detail it for you?
I rap, sing, produce, write, and underline it for you
I better keep quiet, I'm the solution and I'm the flaw (it's me)
What your woman listens to in the morning and it's not the rooster

Every time I arrive, I cause a stir
Just a passenger, sit down, the pilot has arrived (pilot)
They keep talking about themselves
The next day, they suck dick and then come and post a photo (say cheese)

And I don't believe in bravery (no)
If it comes from a note, I call it cowardice (coward)
They tell me that in your company (yes)
There are a couple of underwater, cooperating with the police (shit)

(Tell me, Tito Gárgola)

Trick, trick or treat, what you do is Halloween
Mine is the Hollow-point, boy, it's a gangsta' team
I'm rich and cool, no school, no rule
Maybach and with a hundred jobs in the trunk

Coming out of rehab, ten years are ten rings
Unbreakable, bastards, it's ten fixed seasons (yes)
Snow White asks in Alaska for my zip code
NASA studied the flow, and they say: Coscu, that's the real GOAT

Homeboy, this is mafia like Goodfellas (say hello)
You're fucking with the best, if they talk about Cosculluela
Protected by God (amen), you don't talk about Glock
Recording with 69 after he snitched on all the Bloods

Jokers, where's all that joking?
The code is the same in PR or out there
Saramambiches, if you're watching from the bleachers (come down for the round)
You know the island is on switch

So much boasting
They talk about the streets, but none of them steps up (none steps up)
We're cold, always chillin'
And there's no worry
Benjamins, asses, and Richard Milles are in excess
You guys are fake

That's why I don't understand all the boasting
They talk about the streets, but none of them steps up (uh-uh)
We're cold, always chillin'
And there's no worry
Benjamins, asses, and Richard Milles are in excess (let's go)
You guys are fake (papá W)

You're looking for a shutdown
I've thrown them in every round
Current two twenty, you're feeling the ground
You pretend to be street and always ask for help
You're not a thug, no
You're just a boy scout (light it up)

And he was caught in the Range Rover, we set you up with drones
We already know your deal, none of you have balls
I'm very tough rapping, fools
Don't look for the crazies to get activated
And for us to crash the planes (we know your deal)

Boasting about silver and power
Look, liar, you have to mess with me
You lack the level to reach where I am (you lack a lot)
Everyone trembles when the bad boys arrive
Get another sack, to get nasty
Fronting as a boss, and you're a big snitch
Mine get on and go and change your plan
Taking off the mask of the Instagram thugs

(Young Kings, nigga)

To hidden enemies, I always let them see me
They know I'll never let myself be screwed
I keep acquiring more power
They say: That's Mike Towers, he's always on his own
Whoever wants to grind, let me know

I have more Benjamin Franklins than I need, we're climbing in the rankings
The donkeys crossing the Atlantic Ocean
They boast from a distance, they give the panky upfront
I'm a musical legend, like Maelo and Frankie

You and I are not the same, little brother, don't compare yourself
I may captivate all kinds of audiences
There are people who step up, I also have pales
If I go, it's most likely I won't wear a mask

And I'm clear, wherever I go
Blessed without collars or amulets
All the ladies want the dark one
You fall if I press the red button
When you talk to me, do it with respect

So much boasting
They talk about the streets, but none of them steps up (none steps up)
We're cold, always chillin'
And there's no worry
Benjamins, asses, and Richard Milles are in excess
You guys are fake

That's why I don't understand all the boasting
They talk about the streets, but none of them steps up (uh-uh)
We're cold, always chillin'
And there's no worry
Benjamins, asses, and Richard Milles are in excess
You guys are fake (tell them, Juanka)

I'm the war machine
The rifle with the most bullets in the clips
Like old Jordan with the six rings
I don't lower an inch
Keep your distance, don't cross the perimeter
You're being measured by the nine millimeter
Amen

I'm here standing and alive, like Tempo at his peak
A thug life without me is like New York without the Knicks
I never go plain
The moños are the color of Lil Wayne's dreads

I'm a star, like the Gold Star logo
And they sent me to space to play with the Monstars
Ask for backup, the hardest verse by verse has arrived
I don't bend and before I go out with death I talk

All the sticks are made of carbon fiber
We distribute and your head has pressure like an Econo special
Wholesale and retail, they want to live Money Heist
And can't stand the glass house, bastard

Stop that there, stop that there
Give me a break, give me a break
The light-eyed black man

The most transcendent artist and who boasts to me (who boasts to me)
Becomes a classic where El Oso steps up
There are levels here, I've already broken the Guinness records
Because I've done everything you can imagine
More than a hundred million reasons to boast (to boast)
For 150 weeks Odyssey on the charts (you already know)
We started from the bottom, this is normal (this is normal)
I bought a plane because I wanted to fly

I'm above you all and it wasn't on purpose
This is 100x35, here anyone dies
Where the sticks scream, better avoid it
That you get caught and sing Franco De Vita

Here the hardest one is me, the toughest one is me
What you guys are doing, I'm the one who invented it (you already know)
Tell him, Hyde, how does the saying go?
It's not the same to talk about Osama, you're Taliban

You guys boast so much, yeah, yeah
The light-eyed black man (you already know)
Ozuna (papá W)
Tell me, Wisin (the light-eyed black man)
Tell me, Austin (Austin, La Marash)
El Princi, tell me, Cos (El Princi)
Juanka, El Problematik (Juanka)
Easy Money, baby (tell me, black), Myke
Tell me, Gotay, tell me, Hyde (tell me, Yazid)
Hyde, Químico, Los Legendarios (La Base)
Genio (El Mueka)

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