In honor of the truth ...
Although the truth hurts ...
Ecko ...
In honor of the truth here I'm going to ride
The sky with the hand can not cover it
Take care, that this is not accidental
And now the opponent who is going to take me
In honor of the truth here I'm going to ride
The sky with the hand can not cover it
Take care, that this is not accidental
And now the opponent who is going to take me
And you told me that it was no longer
That you thought that he did not come
And then, here is mine
And do not talk about nonsense
I will guide those who thought that the kiosk was falling
Your opinions are manipulated by news
That's why when they see me they look at me with malice
Watching me in the eyes they stay stuck '
Let's see if I have them off 'or means colorao'
To 'point me out when on stage
Without finding out if conjunctivitis is what I have over
And I can not afford to make myself skinny
Because they accuse me of tecato if I'm not barraco
They think I can not sing to them with intellect
Because I've been in jail and I'm not perfect
And now they throw me with a cannon
But the one who is free from sin that buzzes me the first rock
The fact of my problem is public
It does not mean that failing is the only one
If the difference between you and me
Is that my things are irrigated by the Comay and yours not
Brega with that, I get out of the bones pal seso
Put it in the center that I'm going to give you for cheese
And I confess that with my lyrics to the most beautiful is stiff
In honor of the truth here I'm going to ride
The sky with the hand can not cover it
Take care, that this is not accidental
And now the opponent who is going to take me
In honor of the truth here I'm going to ride
The sky with the hand can not cover it
Take care, that this is not accidental
And now the opponent who is going to take me
With the government I agree
In the mission against music that kills my generation
But a lot of attention, pai, pay attention
That the negative is not recorded only in reggaeton
I remember when Patrol 15 sang to us
'Either you kill him, or I kill him.'
And if a rapper sings of triggering
They give us a hammer, and they close the doors with latches
Simple, do not attack bonitillos
Although Ricky Martin comes out in an orgy with a corillo
Justify the poison in a pocket
Like Xuxa wearing pal dad and singing pal kid
Even if you have a doctor's degree
If you are full of hate you are still a destroyer
A nice picture does not make you better
And the Budweiser although sponsors sports is still alcohol
And to my label to forgive me
But I think you should not boycott my expressions
I know there are good relations with the seasons
But sometimes you have to put on your pants
And the truths splatter them in the face
And to those who look at me, measure them with the same
I have a God who always prepares me
When they put the spoon inside my cauldron
In honor of the truth here I'm going to ride
The sky with the hand can not cover it
Take care, that this is not accidental
And now the opponent who is going to take me
In honor of the truth here I'm going to ride
The sky with the hand can not cover it
Take care, that this is not accidental
And now the opponent who is going to take me
Ah?
Ah?
Ah?
2004, Daddy!
And the truths splatter them in the face!
(Be careful!)
Respect, respect!
But whoever is free from sin buzzes me the first rock!
(Be careful!)
And now what are they going to do?
That with my lyrics to the most beautiful is stiff!
(And now the opponent who is going to take me, ah?)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)