Y Boquete Pa' Tu Techo

And Hole for Your Roof

First of all, I clarify
I was asked to speak, to give my opinion
And with everything that's going on, of course
I understand it's worth it, even more
I know it's needed

Here there are no intentions to hurt any individual
What I want is to get to the bottom of the most serious issue:
Disunity, insensitivity
Prejudice, contempt

The 'you move so I can move' mentality
That projects the spirit of selfishness we've developed
This is a shout to the entire nation
because loving the homeland

is much more than exalting the flag
Loving the homeland is loving the people, get in there!
Mera, you who listened to me without bones
They want more tantrums and I aim more for the brain

Accuse me, I'm going hard for the chest
I confront you and a hole for your roof
Mera, you who listened to me without bones
They want more tantrums and I aim more for the brain

Accuse me, I'm going hard for the chest
I confront you and a hole for your roof
I, who have seen a lot of death
I don't give weight to what Oscar Lopez says if he doesn't fight like Christ

Who revolutionized the planet without shedding blood
Impacting those who have never even seen him
I, who compose on a grand scale
I don't give weight to what reggaeton says

If what it says is 'grab and lick'
I have two daughters who really like to dance
But one thing is dancing and another is getting involved
They asked me: Vico, tell me what you think
About this controversy that has reached even China?

That Residente and Tempo, that if Tempo and Residente
And in my mind what's most important is the people
I'm not on one side or the other
Because to defend one, I have to attack the other guy

And with so much attacking, what I see here in my land
Is that the people want peace, but what they ask for the most is war
They applaud blood and then blame
The police superintendent for not fulfilling
They set up lead without anyone interrupting

They put things of a hitman, creating minds of Umpa Lumpa
Give me weight, why do I need more of that?
With so many kids out there blowing brains
With so many girls who feel no shame
about appearing fighting on Facebook
And no one gets arrested

And before you criticize, don't forget
that this arrow doesn't come from just any Indian
It comes from the chief

More lungs than the Nairi and more triceps, more biceps
And the chorus Matacleca, how does it go!
Mera, you who listened to me without bones
They want more tantrums and I aim more for the brain

Accuse me, I'm going hard for the chest
I confront you and a hole for your roof
Look, you who listened to me without bones
They want more tantrums and I aim more for the brain

Accuse me, I'm going hard for the chest
I confront you and a hole for your roof
Young rapper, listen well, this is very true
If you don't throw, the talent doesn't die, you don't go blind

I remember the times of Falo against Alberto
And that same year I released 'The One Who Had Died'
And that look, look, oh, drove them crazy
Because while they were killing each other, I guided them a bit

Some were throwing, others were sexualizing
While I was rapping as always, lyrics flying high
But my rhymes are not just for rappers
There are many who bring the rebellious spirit

Like the media that are accomplices
From Cobo, it's been more than thirty years of gossip
Ah, that's not reality
That kind of stimulus doesn't increase criminality

Controversy and entertainment are not synonymous
Bring me a concept that teaches me to love my neighbor
Bring a concept that doesn't spread more crap
That things are not right and people don't even respect anymore

But what a shame that war is commercial
And where are the chencho
They all throw at each other and with sandals
Mera, you who listened to me without bones
They want more tantrums and I aim more for the brain

Accuse me, I'm going hard for the chest
I confront you and a hole for your roof
Mera, you who listened to me without bones
They want more tantrums and I aim more for the brain

Accuse me, I'm going hard for the chest
I confront you and a hole for your roof
Hey, (excuse me)
Listen carefully so you go far
The bravest is the one who doesn't shy away from the mirror
And a hole for your roof
Lyrical catimba, lethal and direct
So you go to bed and dream with this
And a hole for your roof