Q.E.P.D
Dame una cerveza, mi compa, o un vino tinto
Tu compa vino tonto, le pesa no ser distinto
Que pum, que pam, ¿qué tal papá? Te traje rap estricto
Pa' que no vengas a hablar y criticarme to' los ritmos
Hago de todo, yo no me limito
Me escribo, me grabo, lo suelto en el micro
Y me cago de risa de tol' panorama
Se creen muy bueno' y solo tienen fama
Esa es la diferencia; yo no me hago drama
Y me armo porrito' con todo' mi' pana'
Y disfruto la vida, familia, y rimas
Me cago en la envidia de toda la grada
¡Mal man! Pero tranquilo
Tiré una flecha al aire y casi mato a mi vecino
A un metro y medio de volverme un fugitivo
A veces ser idiota te acerca a ser asesino
Pero por suerte no fue el caso bro
Así me la paso yo
Casi que rebalso el flow
Papi, ¿quién es underground?
Fuck tu vida, fan de rimas
Contaminan el hip hop
Son la ruina, no son niggas
Y no riman ni un renglón
Dones que tengo los saco pa' todas partes
Zona de arte
Se' rapper me dice que le tengo miedo
Yo tengo má' huevo que vo' ignorante
¿Querés darme lecciones de vida?
Dejá la falopa y después hablame
Que esa porquería te quemo el cerebro
Y en serio pendejo sos un salame
A ver, pensémoslo juntos
¿A dónde empezó tol' problema?
Vos me bardeaste porque creíste
Que chamuyaba a tu nena
Ahí no te culpo, tenés tu punto
Pero alguito no me cierra
Y es que vos hiciste lo mismo con un rapero
Pedazo de perra
¿Cuántas canciones me hiciste?
¿En serio soy tan importante?
No puede escribir una letra; que piensa en mi cara
Le gusto bastante
No puede escribir una letra; que piensa en mi cara
Le gusto bastante
Ahora mismo ya estás pensando
Qué responderme, cómo matarme
Te tengo una mala noticia
Yo escuché tu tema y me cagué de risa
Sólo que no dejo que nadie me joda
Por eso te jodo con esta paliza
¿No tené' una hija? Ponete la' pila'
¿Qué pasa? ¿te duele que rime la real?
¿Qué escupa en tu cara las verdades frías
Y exponga tu vida como vos la mía?
(Che) no me caés bien
Tampoco tenés nivel
Tenés problemas con todos
Fijate qué es lo que hacés
Vos presumís de arma y robo
Tremenda estupidéz
Vos presumís de droga y plata
Porque amor no tenés
Mamén, no me caés bien
Tampoco tenés nivel
Tenés problemas con todos
Fijate qué es lo que hacés
Vos presumís de arma y robo
Tremenda estupidéz
Vos presumís de droga y plata
Porque amor no tenés
Yo vine a coserte la boca, ponerte los puntos
Sacar tu careta pa' fuera
¿Me atacás a mi? Me defienden mis letras
Te pegan el doble mejor no te metas
No me respetaste: Cometela entera
Querías ganarme y ganaste un esquema
En el que te demuestro que sos la mentira
Más grande que parió el planeta
Quedate de jeta y hacé las maletas
Aunque ni siquiera, no creo que nadie te quiera
Pero eso es tú culpa, no la de los demás
Si vos no cambiás te consume la pena
Y darte con la droga más dura no cura el problema
Sólo lo exagera
Y no venga' a decirme que sos de la sheka
Que eso lo escuchamos en todos tus temas
Y yo estoy seguro que me va a responder
Porque le duele en el cora y no sabe que mierda hacer
Porque se siente zarpado con frases que le tiré
Porque no dije su nombre y todos saben quien es
Mamén, y yo estoy seguro que me va a responder
Porque le duele en el cora y no sabe que mierda hacer
Porque se siente zarpado con frases que le tiré
Porque no dije su nombre y todos saben quien es
R.I.P.
Give me a beer, my buddy, or a red wine
Your silly buddy came, he regrets not being different
Boom, bang, how's it going, dad? I brought strict rap
So you don't come to talk and criticize all my rhythms
I do everything, I don't limit myself
I write, I record, I release it on the mic
And I laugh at the whole scene
They think they're so good and only have fame
That's the difference; I don't make a fuss
And I roll joints with all my buddies
And I enjoy life, family, and rhymes
I don't give a damn about the envy of the crowd
Bad man! But calm down
I shot an arrow in the air and almost killed my neighbor
A meter and a half away from becoming a fugitive
Sometimes being an idiot gets you close to being a killer
But luckily that wasn't the case bro
That's how I spend my time
I almost overflow the flow
Daddy, who's underground?
Fuck your life, rhyme fan
They contaminate hip hop
They're the ruin, they're not real
And they don't rhyme a single line
I take out the gifts I have everywhere
Art zone
A rapper tells me I'm scared
I have more balls than you, ignorant
Do you want to give me life lessons?
Leave the crap and then talk to me
That crap burns your brain
And seriously, kid, you're a fool
Let's think about it together
Where did all the problem start?
You insulted me because you thought
I was hitting on your girl
I don't blame you there, you have a point
But something doesn't add up for me
And it's that you did the same with a rapper
Piece of bitch
How many songs did you make about me?
Am I really that important?
You can't write a lyric without thinking of my face
You like me a lot
You can't write a lyric without thinking of my face
You like me a lot
Right now you're already thinking
What to answer me, how to kill me
I have bad news for you
I listened to your song and laughed
I just don't let anyone mess with me
That's why I mess with you with this beating
Don't you have a daughter? Get your act together
What's wrong? Does it hurt that I rhyme the truth?
That I spit in your face the cold truths
And expose your life like you do mine?
(Hey) I don't like you
You don't have the level either
You have problems with everyone
Check what you're doing
You boast about guns and theft
Tremendous stupidity
You boast about drugs and money
Because you don't have love
Mamén, I don't like you
You don't have the level either
You have problems with everyone
Check what you're doing
You boast about guns and theft
Tremendous stupidity
You boast about drugs and money
Because you don't have love
I came to sew your mouth, put the points
Take off your mask
If you attack me, my lyrics defend me
They hit you twice, better not mess with me
You didn't respect me: swallow it whole
You wanted to beat me and you won a scheme
In which I show you're the biggest lie
That the planet has ever birthed
Shut up and pack your bags
Although not even, I don't think anyone loves you
But that's your fault, not others'
If you don't change, sorrow consumes you
And hitting yourself with the hardest drug doesn't cure the problem
It only exaggerates it
And don't come and tell me you're from the street
We hear that in all your songs
And I'm sure he'll respond to me
Because it hurts in his heart and he doesn't know what the hell to do
Because he feels overwhelmed with the phrases I threw at him
Because I didn't say his name and everyone knows who he is
Mamén, and I'm sure he'll respond to me
Because it hurts in his heart and he doesn't know what the hell to do
Because he feels overwhelmed with the phrases I threw at him
Because I didn't say his name and everyone knows who he is