El Bueno Malo Y El Feo
Oye,El turno es del feo asi que tirate, tapate
En vez de uno son tres de la paste los mariè,
Como el te tira como las ve, de la escuela de vico y el edd
A ti se te tranco el bolo con el cocolo
(¿Como?)
Tus sueño de grandeza los esmorona negrolo
Y eso que estan culpandonos
Ajorandonos, hablando bazofia marginandonos
En ves de ser, Tego el que te canta
Podria ser, Tego el que te asalta, saco e'trampa
Lucho pa' que mi hija nunca pase hambre
Por esa tienen que matarme
Y no te crea que es de boca, pa' fuera cantoe'collera
Me pongo necio en la ruñidera,
Yo no tengo culpa de tu fracaso,payaso
Dejame por loco y no hagas caso
Oye lo que te conviene, llora, llora nene
Gente como tu sin control me tiene
Tu no pagas mis deudas, ni me das plata
Y es que de verdad no amenaza, guasa guasa
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a sus lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a sus lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)
Siente mi viaje
Directo del clandestinaje
Con un flow salvaje
No hay personaje que se preste pal sabotaje
No hay quien pueda con el cangrinaje
Hablan de mas, y no dan pa' na
Se les acabo el aceite a sus lamparas
Muchos philly, muchas armas, mucho bling-bling
Y ala hora de la verdad, salen huyendo como Hussein
Esos mecanismo ya yo los conosco
Llevan mil años tratando de tumbarme el quiosco
No se comparan con la letra mia,
Porque viven en la isla pero de la fantasia
Pana mio, no te duermas con el trio
Pa' nosotros esto es pan comio,
Va muy ligero ni sueñes con ser primero
Donde manda capitan no manda marinero
Esto es conjunto pa' la historia
De Puerto Rico pal mundo es victoria
Haciendo cosas diferentes,
Porque yo no estoy pegao yo le gusto a la gente
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a su lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a su lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)
Aqui llego el mas que tiene muela
Mas clasico que doña fela
El arquitecto de la vieja escuela
Y se cancelan los planes de los que me celan
Ahora vamos a ver, si el gas pela
Porque el pueblo mio come mucho mas que pacman
Tengo mucho mas trucos que el cinturon de batman
Tus palabras contra la mia se te gastan
Con lo tuyo se aburren, con lo mio se arrastran
Aqui esta el bueno, el malo y el feo
Tirando tras nosotros cascaritas de guineo
Pa'l que nos persiga se resbale, Fua
Pa'l que habla del tecato y se le bira la quijà
Gobierno, escucha bien mi queja,que tengo liricas
Que pueden destrosar hasta el chicho de la oreja
De mi abusastes tras las rejas, pero ahora estoy afuera
(¿Que,Que?)
Y mi defecto no me acompleja,So-salpica, brinca cuica,
Que lo que tengo el pica pica tu no me ganas ni en canica
Y mira aquien se lo explica, mastica
Llegaron los que aplastan al que critica
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a su lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a su lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
Listen, it's the ugly's turn so throw yourself, cover yourself
Instead of one, there are three from the paste, the mariè
Like he throws you like he sees them, from the school of vico and edd
You got stuck with the cocolo
(How?)
Your dreams of greatness crumble them, black one
And they are blaming us
Pressuring us, talking nonsense, marginalizing us
Instead of being, Tego the one who sings to you
Could be, Tego the one who assaults you, pulls out tricks
I fight so that my daughter never goes hungry
For that they have to kill me
And don't think it's just talk, singing out loud
I get stubborn in the brawl
I'm not to blame for your failure, clown
Let me be crazy and don't pay attention
Listen to what's good for you, cry, cry baby
People like you out of control have me
You don't pay my debts, nor give me money
And it's true, no threat, joking joking
I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamps)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)
I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamps)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)
Feel my journey
Straight from the underground
With a wild flow
No character lends itself to sabotage
No one can handle the gangsterism
They talk too much, and don't amount to anything
They ran out of oil in their lamps
Many philly, many weapons, much bling-bling
And when it comes to the truth, they run away like Hussein
I already know these mechanisms
They've been trying to knock down my kiosk for a thousand years
They don't compare to my lyrics
Because they live on the island of fantasy
My friend, don't sleep with the trio
For us, this is easy
It goes very fast, don't even dream of being first
Where the captain rules, the sailor doesn't rule
This is a joint effort for history
From Puerto Rico to the world, it's victory
Doing different things
Because I'm not stuck, people like me
I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamp)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)
I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamp)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)
Here comes the one with the gift of gab
More classic than Doña Fela
The architect of the old school
And the plans of those who envy me are canceled
Now let's see if the gas peels
Because my people eat much more than pacman
I have many more tricks than Batman's belt
Your words against mine wear you out
They get bored with yours, they crawl with mine
Here is the good, the bad, and the ugly
Throwing banana peels behind us
For those who chase us to slip, Fua
For those who talk about the junkie and their jaw turns
Government, listen well to my complaint, I have lyrics
That can destroy even the earlobe
You abused me behind bars, but now I'm out
(What, what?)
And my flaw doesn't bother me, splashes, jumps, squeaks
What I have is the itch, you can't beat me even in marbles
And look who explains it, chew
The ones who crush those who criticize
I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamp)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)
I don't know why they want to throw here
(They ran out of oil, in their lamp)
They can't handle their tricky lyrics
(Who said there was nothing left)
Escrita por: Tego Calderón, Vico C, Eddie Dee