Rap and hip hop added Music Sessions #49 to their repertoire, a musical work featuring Residente and Bizarrap. With a dedication addressed to J Balbin, this song has powerful and catchy lyrics that are divided into three parts and last almost nine minutes.
In that sense, the Puerto Rican rapper, who delighted us with “Dare-te-te”, “Around the world”, among other hits, sang verses like “You are more fake than a hot dog without ketchup or bread” , “I’m going to lower myself with a bobolón that sings to SpongeBob and Pokémon”.
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Therefore, if you want to know in detail the controversial lyrics of Music Sessions #49which has been adding more than 21 million visits to the platform Youtubekeep reading this note.
Chapter 1 – In a place of the stain
I’m a little uneasy while the urban genre I keep an eye on
Peeking out like a crocodile in the Nile River
Adjusting a couple of pending accounts before Milo arrives
Sitting on a chair under an umbrella in camisilla
With the dog biting my shoe
Belching tortilla’ and toast’ with butter
Aiming at the horizon with a rifle without a sight
While I speak only like Don Quixote
With beer foam on the mustache
Waiting for these hotdogs to come out the cabin
Like an outbreak, before’ the boat sinks
But as always, shit comes out
I’m ready to give these blowers until the cartridge runs out
Today I knock down marketing with a jerk
How we knocked down ‘the statues’ of Christopher Columbus
I break this junk
Like a rocker in the 80s smashing his guitar
With the Resi you get dirty
Even my verses ‘became alcoholic’ because there is too much bar
I come from the heat
From Trujillo the drums sound in the street, ro-po-pom-pom
No discussion, even my brother Don
He knows that in rap there is only one King Kong
Sending fire, this is White Lion, there is no game
As in the ‘time’ of Voltio with Tego
You and I are not ‘equal’
I do not believe that the ‘star’ of the ‘digital’ platform
Not even in your’ Billboards of cake cream
Not even in your stories’ of Instagram, Dolce & Gabbana and Cartier
I only believe in my level
And in the carbon of my pencil running over the paper
I do this for fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this for fun
To have fun, to have fun
Like I’m leaving right now
I’m going to take a couple before I leave
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Chapter 2 – My weapons are my lyrics
Today I fuck the fame industry
Until breaking the springs’ to the bed
When my words spill, I take them without pajamas
Vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword
In the ‘tiraera’ I am the terror of the terrors’ of this era
For this ‘loser’ the ‘spring’ are no longer multicolored’
Because where I throw a punchline the flowers stop growing
They are fifth class artists
That write less than a pen without ink
When they see me they break down
Pale white color like the teeth’ of lies that are put
When the cap with the R is coming
The entire stage begins to smell like a peasant farm
Because this ‘rapper’ of lies turn into chicken’
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 showcase’ I’m going to toa’, I’m going on top
With a bottle, a towel and gasoline, like in Palestine
I make it easy, like peeling a tangerine peel
Comfortable, like a seat when reclining
I’m Correa, Báez and Lindor, routine double play
This is not on Instagram, this is resolved in the cabin
I kill them by tying my right and left
Singing nursery rhymes skipping rope
There is no break to lose
If I put them all in a blender, a shitty shake comes out
For two minutes of song they have twenty writers
Even the ‘managers’ are composers’
Five hundred ‘dollars’ for a ticket, sir’
For jumping like an asshole dressed in color
Autotune and active playback
These fools sing even with the microphone turned off
You can’t be the champion champion of champion’
If they wrote all your f*ckin’ songs for you
A well-done hot dog is delicious.
The problem is ‘that they did not cook this’ liar’
This ‘lazy’ are greedy’
They don’t even bring the plate to the table and they take the tip from the waiter
And they’re not ashamed, that’s what’s embarrassing
Bees make honey, but the bear eats it
You don’t buy respect for being talented
It is one thing to be an artist, another thing is to be famous
Oh, you have to do some cleaning
Lots of delusions of grandeur, little skill
this only begins
And I still go for the first beer
I do this for fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this for fun
To have fun, to have fun
Like I’m leaving right now
I was going to take a couple before leaving
Gabriel, is it okay like this?
Mmm, it’s really good shit, bastard
But if he shoots at Balvin, it could be that I like him
No, not Balvin, bastard
E’ a bobolón that bastard
well give it
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Episode 3 – The Knight of Mirrors
I’m going to lower myself with a bobolón
Who sings to SpongeBob and Pokémon
The copy of a clone, the Logan Paul of reggaeton
This is lower than ejaculating without an erection
as they say out there
“Josesito, he doesn’t have a street, that’s why he has soft knuckles”
With just a video I bury this calf
And I put him to upload a photo ‘with his dog
This cowardly young lamb is like a vegan breakfast: without eggs
The people fighting, they are killing it
And the guy uploads a photo of Ghandi praying
Liar asshole, he plays the spiritual
Using mental health to sell a documentary
You are more fake than a hot dog without ketchup or bread
Faker than Luian’s abs
corduroy is so insecure
That he has to be announcing on Instagram how much wool he earns
Does not understand the values of life
You have to tattoo the word loyalty because you forget
He’s a moron with hair dye
Who put black women with dog chains around their necks
A white boy who lost his way
A divine accepting his Afro-Latino award
One day he said he wanted to do reggaeton being frank
When discovering that Daddy Yankee was white
My key, the worst of all and the most serious
It’s just that this asshole is racist and he doesn’t know it
History is going to slap you in the name of all those who picked cotton under abuse
And another slap in the name of everyone who has had to battle twice within reggaeton
Myke Towers, Sech, ChocQuibTown, Rafa Pabön
Don Omar, Ozuna, Archangel, Tego Calderon
They are a lot that without thinking put under the drawer
In your rainbow’ of colors there is no brown
A sacrilege, this white boy from school still doesn’t understand the f*ckin’ privilege
But what do they expect from this failure?
Cria’o by his father, a frustrated influencer
In Puerto Rico so that they would give it to 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
What Rubén said, the Resident supports it
Although it changes color, I always know where it comes from
Chameleons watch over their own navel
They become corduroy ‘even of their’ enemy
Nothing else with the witness
The business’ is business, partner, in the’ business’ there is no friend’
Mine is not ‘business, we are’ different’
For the music I put my heart in front
My billboards are held by people
Along with my letters on each banner to lower a president
I’m not the most famous of the whole circuit
But I split your favorite rapper in twenty
What I said in “Calma Pueblo” I repeat
With me they eat even if they have no appetite
I’m not doing this to give you advice
Not even to abuse you even if it’s uneven
Today I skin you
So that those who buy the hot dog shirt feel good asshole
This is for the kids
For the respect that everyone who writes deserves
The Formula 1 are tourist, they no longer run
‘Cause I just broke the track, ah
I do this for fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this for fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this for fun
To have fun, to have fun
Like I’m leaving right now
I’m going to take a couple before I leave
Well, I’ve already taken it.