Bizarrap, Residente - Residente: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 49
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- Bizarrap, Residente
- Residente: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 49
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Residente: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 49
Estoy un poco intranquilo mientras el género urbano vigilo
Asomando la mirada como un cocodrilo en el río Nilo
Ajustando un par de cuenta' pendientes antes de que llegue Milo
Sentado en una silla bajo una sombrilla en camisilla
Con el perro mordiéndome la zapatilla
Eructando tortilla y las tostadas con mantequilla
Apuntando al horizonte con un rifle sin mirilla
Mientras hablo solo como Don Quijote
Con espuma de cerveza en el bigote
Esperando a que estos hot dogs salgan del camarote
Como un brote, antes de que se les hunda el bote
Pero como siempre, la mierda sale a flote
Estoy preparao pa darle a estos soplapotes
Hasta que el cartucho se me agote
Hoy les tumbo el marketing de un tirón
Como tumbamo' las estatua' de Cristóbal Colón
Yo rompo esta chatarra
Como rockero en los 80 rompiendo su guitarra
Con el Resi tú te embarra'
Hasta mis versos se volvieron alcoholico'
Porque hay demasiadas barras
Yo vengo del calentón
Desde Trujillo suenan los tambore' en la calle, ro-po-pom-pom
No hay discusión, hasta mi hermano Don
Sabe que en el rap hay un solo King Kong
Mandando fuego, esto es White Lion, no hay juego
Como en los tiempos de Voltio con Tego
Tú y yo no somos iguales
Yo no creo en las estrellas de las plataforma' digitale'
Ni en tus Billboards de cremita de pastel
Ni en tus historias de Instagram, Dolce & Gabbana y Cartier
Solo creo en mi nivel
Y en el carbón de mi lápi' corriendo por encima del papel
Esto lo hago pa divertirme
Pa divertirme, pa divertirme
Esto lo hago pa divertirme
Pa divertirme, pa divertirme
♪
Como ya mismo me voy
Me vo'a llevar un par antes de irme
♪
Hoy me cojo a la industria de la fama
Hasta romperle los resortes a la cama
Cuando mi palabreo se derrama, me los cojo sin pijama
Vertical y horizontal, como en un crucigrama
En la' tiraera' soy el terror de los terrores de esta era
Para estos perdedore' las primavera' ya no son multicolore'
Porque donde tiro un punchline, dejan de crecer las flore'
Son artistas de quinta
Que escriben menos que un bolígrafo sin tinta
Cuando me ven, se descomponen
Color blanco pálido, como los diente' de embuste que se ponen
Cuando la gorra con la R se avecina
En la tarima entera empieza a oler a granja campesina
Porque estos raperos de mentira se vuelven gallinas con mi rima
Cuando impongo disciplina como en China
Mi retina solo ve cabezas rodando por la colina
La revolución francesa con la guillotina
Quemando vitrinas, voy a toa', voy pa encima
Con una botella, una toalla y gasolina, como en Palestina
Lo hago fácil, como pelar cáscara de mandarina
Cómodo, como un asiento cuando se reclina
Soy Correa, Báez y Lindor, doble play de rutina
Esto no es por Instagram, esto se resuelve en la cabina
Los mato amarrándome la derecha y la izquierda
Cantando canciones infantiles saltando la cuerda
No hay break de que pierda
Si los meto a tos en una licuadora, sale una batida de mierda
Pa dos minutos de canción tienen 20 escritores
Hasta los manejadores son compositores
500 dólares por un boleto, señores
Por brincar como un pendejo vestido de colores
El autotune y el playback activao
Estos bobos cantan hasta con el micrófono apagao
No se puede ser el líder, campeón de campeones
Si te escribieron todas tus fucking canciones
Un hot dog bien hecho es delicioso
El problema es que no lo cocinaron estos mentirosos
Estos vagos son golosos
No te llevan ni el plato a la mesa y se llevan la propina del mozo
Y no les da vergüenza, eso es lo vergonzoso
Las abejas hacen miel, pero se las come el oso
No se compra el respeto por ser talentoso
Una cosa es ser artista, otra cosa es ser famoso
Ah, hay que hacer una limpieza
Mucho delirio de grandeza, poca destreza
Esto solo empieza
Y yo todavía voy por primera cerveza
Esto lo hago pa divertirme
Pa divertirme, pa divertirme
Esto lo hago pa divertirme
Pa divertirme, pa divertirme
♪
Como ya mismo me voy
Me vo'a llevar un par antes de irme
Gabriel, ¿ta bien así?
Mmm, en verda' está bien mierda, cabrón
Pero si le tiras a Balvin puede ser que me guste
No, a Balvin no, cabrón
Es un bobolón ese cabrón
Bueno, dale
Voy a rebajarme con un bobolón
Que le canta a SpongeBob y a Pokémon
La copia de un clon, el Logan Paul del reggaetón
Esto es más bajo que eyacular sin erección
Como le dicen por ahí
"Josesito, no tienes calle, por eso tienes los nudillos blanditos"
Con solo un video entierro a este becerro
Y lo pongo a subir fotos con su perro
Este cobarde corderito mancebo es como un desayuno vegano
Sin huevo
El pueblo luchando, los están matando
Y el tipo sube fotos de Ghandi rezando
Pendejo mentiroso, se hace el espiritual
Usando la salu' mental pa vender un documental
Tú eres más falso que un hot dog sin ketchup ni pan
Más falso que los abdominales de Luian
Es tan inseguro el pana
Que tiene que estar anunciando por Instagram cuanta lana gana
No entiende lo' valore' de la vida
Se tiene que tatuar la palabra "lealtad" porque se le olvida
Es un imbécil con tinte de cabello
Que puso a mujeres negra' con cadena' de perro en el cuello
Un blanquito que perdió el camino
Todo un divino aceptando su premio de afrolatino
Un día dijo que quiso hacer reggaetón siendo franco
Al descubrir que Daddy Yankee era blanco
Mi llave, lo peor de todo y lo más grave
Es que este pendejo es racista y no lo sabe
La historia te va a dar un bofetón en nombre
De tos los que bajo abuso recogieron algodón
Y otro bofetón en nombre de tos los que han tenido
Que batallar doble dentro del reggaetón
Myke Towers, Sech, ChocQuibTown, Rafa Pabön
Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcángel, Tego Calderón
Son un montón que sin pensar metes debajo del cajón
En tu arcoíri' de colore' no existe el color marrón
Un sacrilegio, este blanquito de colegio
Todavía no entiende el fucking privilegio
¿Pero qué esperan de este fracasado?
Criao por su papá, un influencer frustrado
En Puerto Rico pa que se la dieran en el reggaetón
Tragó más leche que un condón
Por cada mamada, subió un escalón
Cada día disfrazao de un color distinto, como un camaleón
Lo que dijo Rubén, el Residente lo sostiene
"Aunque cambie de color, yo siempre sé por dónde viene"
Los camaleone' velan por su propio ombligo
Se hacen pana' hasta de sus enemigos
Nada más con el testigo
Los negocios son negocios, socio
En lo' negocio' no hay amigo'
Lo mío no es negocio, somo' diferente'
Por la música yo pongo el corazón al frente
Mis Billboard los sostiene la gente
Junto a mis letras en cada pancarta pa bajar un presidente
No soy el más famoso de todo el circuito
Pero parto en veinte a tu rapero favorito
Lo que dije en "Calma Pueblo" lo repito
Conmigo comen aunque no tengan apetito
Esto no lo hago pa darte consejo
Ni pa abusar de ti aunque sea disparejo
Hoy te despellejo
Pa que los que se compren la camisa del hot dog
Se sientan bien pendejos
Esto es por los pibes
Por el respeto que merece todo aquel que escribe
Los Fórmula 1 están de turista', ya no corren
Porque acabo de romper la pista, ah
Esto lo hago pa divertirme
Pa divertirme, pa divertirme
Esto lo hago pa divertirme
Pa divertirme, pa divertirme
Esto lo hago pa divertirme
Pa divertirme, pa divertirme
Como ya mismo me voy
Me vo'a llevar un par antes de irme
Bueno, ya me los llevé
Por el momento, a nadie le gusta este artículo
Residente: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 49
I am a little uneasy while I watch over the urban genre
Peering like a crocodile in the Nile River
Settling a couple of outstanding accounts before Milo arrives
Sitting in a chair under an umbrella in a tank top
With the dog biting my shoe
Burping tortillas and buttered toast
Aiming at the horizon with a scopeless rifle
While I talk to myself like Don Quixote
With beer foam on my mustache
Waiting for these hot dogs to come out of the cabin
Like a sprout, before their boat sinks
But as always, the crap comes to the surface
I'm ready to take on these blabbermouths
Until my cartridge runs out
Today, I'll knock down their marketing with one go
Just like we knocked down Christopher Columbus statues
I break this junk
Like a rock star in the 80s breaking his guitar
With El Resi, you get into trouble
Even my verses have become alcoholic
Because there are too many bars
I come from the heat
From Trujillo, the drums sound in the street, ro-po-pom-pom
No discussion, even my brother Don
Knows that in rap, there's only one King Kong
Sending fire, this is White Lion, no games
Like in the times of Voltio with Tego
You and I are not the same
I don't believe in the stars of digital platforms
Nor in your Billboard achievements with cake cream
Or in your Instagram stories with Dolce & Gabbana and Cartier
I only believe in my level
And in the carbon of my pencil running over the paper
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
♪
Because I'm leaving soon
I'll take a couple before I go
♪
Today, I'll take on the fame industry
Until I break the springs of the bed
When my talking spills, I take them without pajamas
Vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword puzzle
In the beef, I'm the terror of the era's terrors
For these losers, the springs are no longer multicolored
Because wherever I throw a punchline, the flowers stop growing
They are fifth-rate artists
Who write less than a pen without ink
When they see me, they fall apart
Pale white, like the lies they tell
When the cap with the R is approaching
The entire stage begins to smell like a rural farm
Because these fake rappers become chickens with my rhyme
When I impose discipline like in China
My retina only sees heads rolling down the hill
The French Revolution with the guillotine
Burning shop windows, I go all out, going up
With a bottle, a towel, and gasoline, like in Palestine
I do this easily, like peeling a mandarin
Comfortable, like a seat when it reclines
I'm Correa, Báez, and Lindor, a double play routine
This is not for Instagram, this is resolved in the booth
I kill them tying my right and left
Singing children's songs while jumping rope
There's no break for me to lose
If I put them all in a blender, shit comes out
For two minutes of a song, they have 20 writers
Even the managers are composers
$500 for a ticket, gentlemen
To jump around like a fool dressed in colors
Autotune and playback activated
These fools sing even with the microphone off
You can't be the leader, champion of champions
If all your fucking songs were written for you
A well-made hot dog is delicious
The problem is these liars didn't cook it
These lazy ones are greedy
They don't even bring the plate to the table and take the waiter's tip
And they're not ashamed, that's what's shameful
Bees make honey, but the bear eats them
Respect can't be bought by being talented
One thing is being an artist, another is being famous
Ah, we need to clean up
Too much grand delusion, little skill
This is just the beginning
And I'm still going for my first beer
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
♪
Because I'm leaving soon
I'll take a couple before I go
Gabriel, is it okay like this?
Mmm, it's really shitty, man
But if you diss Balvin, I might like it
No, not Balvin, man
That guy is a clown
Well, okay
I'll stoop down to a clown
Who sings about SpongeBob and Pokémon
A copy of a clone, the Logan Paul of reggaeton
This is lower than ejaculating without an erection
As they say around here
"Josesito, you have no street smarts, that's why your knuckles are soft"
With just one video, I bury this calf
And make him post pictures with his dog
This cowardly young lamb is like a vegan breakfast
Without eggs
The people struggling, they're killing them
And this guy posts pictures of Gandhi praying
Lying asshole, pretending to be spiritual
Using mental health to sell a documentary
You're more fake than a hot dog without ketchup or bread
More fake than Luian's abs
This guy is so insecure
That he has to announce on Instagram how much money he's making
He doesn't understand the values of life
He has to tattoo the word "loyalty" because he forgets it
He's a moron with dyed hair
Putting black women with dog chains around their necks
A white guy who lost his way
A complete diva accepting his award for being Afro-Latino
One day, he said he wanted to make reggaeton, being frank
When he found out that Daddy Yankee was white
My friend, the worst of all, and the most serious
Is that this asshole is racist and doesn't even know it
History will slap him
In the name of all those who, under abuse, picked cotton
And another slap in the name of all those who have had
To struggle twice within reggaeton
Myke Towers, Sech, ChocQuibTown, Rafa Pabön
Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcángel, Tego Calderón
There are a lot that, without thinking, you put in the drawer
In your rainbow of colors, there's no brown
A sacrilege, this white guy from school
Still doesn't understand the fucking privilege
But what do you expect from this failure?
Raised by his dad, a frustrated influencer
In Puerto Rico, so that they would accept him in reggaeton
He swallowed more milk than a condom
For every blowjob, he climbed a step
Every day, disguised in a different color, like a chameleon
As they say out there
"Josesito, you have no street smarts, that's why your knuckles are soft"
With just one video, I bury this calf
And make him post pictures with his dog
This cowardly young lamb is like a vegan breakfast
Without eggs
The people struggling, they're killing them
And this guy posts pictures of Gandhi praying
Lying asshole, pretending to be spiritual
Using mental health to sell a documentary
You're more fake than a hot dog without ketchup or bread
More fake than Luian's abs
This guy is so insecure
That he has to announce on Instagram how much money he's making
He doesn't understand the values of life
He has to tattoo the word "loyalty" because he forgets it
He's a moron with dyed hair
Putting black women with dog chains around their necks
A white guy who lost his way
A complete diva accepting his award for being Afro-Latino
One day, he said he wanted to make reggaeton, being frank
When he found out that Daddy Yankee was white
My friend, the worst of all, and the most serious
Is that this asshole is racist and doesn't even know it
History will slap him
In the name of all those who, under abuse, picked cotton
And another slap in the name of all those who have had
To struggle twice within reggaeton
Myke Towers, Sech, ChocQuibTown, Rafa Pabön
Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcángel, Tego Calderón
There are a lot that, without thinking, you put in the drawer
In your rainbow of colors, there's no brown
A sacrilege, this white guy from school
Still doesn't understand the fucking privilege
But what do you expect from this failure?
Raised by his dad, a frustrated influencer
In Puerto Rico, so that they would accept him in reggaeton
He swallowed more milk than a condom
For every blowjob, he climbed a step
Every day, disguised in a different color, like a chameleon
The Formula 1s are on vacation, they no longer run
Because I just broke the track, ah
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
As I'm leaving soon
I'll take a couple before I go
Well, I already took them
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