Adentro [English translation]

I know my rhymes sometimes cause disgust

When my neurons get running

To the point I even scare myself

My answers can be so aggressive

To the point that the lyrics run me off

Because they're scared I wrote them.

I don't have rifles to kill you

Just enough with the dancefloor.

I convert lyrics into ideas like an illusionist

In one line I kill you, break you, hurt you

And in the next I revive you when I mention you.

This is part of my art

That everybody knows

That these rhymes are for you without having to mention you

I don't do it to avoid the conflict

I do it so I don't make you famous

In countries where nobody knows you.

After seeing how wars and guerrillas work

Do you think I'm going to be scared of your gang?

Shoot whenever you want to little thug rapper,

Here it's not the biggest thug that wins,

The winner is the wittiest.

In you're mind you're a "narco"

Wanted by the police

And your pistols are like the unicorns -

Fantasties.

There's no problem having

imaginary enemies

But there is when the little kids

Think you're a hitman

You haven't lived three shits of difficulty in your life

You've never lacked for education

You've never lacked for food

If the people in Congo

Had had your opportunities

They'd be graduating from the best universities.

If I take you on a tour to Central Africa

After seeing the war you'd come out singing Christian lyrics

There your little rapper clothes,

Baseball hat, and your thug chain

Will melt away in the sun

Or I'll take you Syria

So you can feel the bombings

And you see how they leave little kids without arms

What are you gonna do when your son

Is hit at a club

Gracelessly with an AK

They blow up his head

Or they erase the face of your brother

In a violent way

Or that they clean your sweetheart

With a snub-nose and a .40

You're an idiot, asshole, rapping

About blowing out brains

In a country where they'll

Kill you for a penny

I'm not a saint when I rap

Much less a gentleman

In one moment of rhyming

I hang 10 marines

But in this case it's different inciting disorder

Because when tyranny is law

Revolution is order.

Inside, Inside

Well inside, I leave it inside you.

You wanna put me down? Here's a few puzzles for you:

I'm scared of cockroaches

And lizards

They haven't played me for years

On the fucking radio in Puerto Rico

I've release five albums

And I'm still not rich.

Some call me a communist

One hundred percent radical (demagog)

The ultra right hates me

The ultra left too

My sexual performance

Is on the ground

After laughing at bald people

I'm losing my hair

I called the the governor a son of a bitch

And even though he deserved it

Inside I regretted it

And I didn't say it until right now.

Before understanding inequality

between people

I bought a used Maserati

That doesn't work now.

My credit is fucked

They won't even sell me a coffee

So to make another monthly payment

I prefer going on foot.

I'm like the boxers

I mismanage my money

I invest everything in my career

Because art comes first.

I'm the slowest of my family

I'm not brilliant.

I fight for education

And I was never a good student

I've got a phobia of airplanes

I like politics

Even though I say I don't care about them,

My critics hurt me.

My best friend

Was killed in a barracks

I've got a lot to write

And not much paper

My honesty is transparent

You can see inside me

With just looking at my face

You can try to knock me

And make an effort

Even though to keep being honest

I'm the best at that.

Inside, Inside

Well inside, I leave it inside you.

• Artist:Calle 13
• Album:MultiViral