Mis Disculpas [English translation]

[Verse 1]

Before starting I will give you a few valid points

Rapping against you is like abusing from an invalid

Rapping against you is like leaving an old man breathless

It's like playing look look against Jose Feliciano

You're not real, like a face surgery (you're not real)

Like Sofia Vergara's boobs

You want to know what's real?

Real is that we are getting nailed in the island with fiscal control

Real are the students, the teachers, profesors

The boricuas who work for 4.20 an hour

Real are you daughters, who grew up without you

And even though you are dumb, they keep loving you

Real are the workers mixing gupsum

Real is your mother holding on while you were in prison

Who had to use the soup money

So you could have soap, food, cigarettes and clothes

And look how you repay her, playing hitman

In her name I'll hit you with the whole alphabet

Your plum sized brain

Is the reason why the government needs to stop closing schools

And you owe me one, have you forgotten?

In Querido FBI I critizised the feds who locked you up

Crying for eleven years and with a hurt ass

My brother Oscar Lopez Rivera did 35

For defending your flag in all corners

And you were in prison for selling heroin

What fucking ideal?

Eleven years in which you didn't know the meaning of being early for work

And now you're bored, getting old

Getting rusted in your house, fighting the mirror

Talking alone with the flies, passing the time

Without doing anything, playing with thread balls like cats

And I'm wasting my time

Rapping against a rapper who doesn't know what six by eight is and who is called Tempo

You are fake gold in a pawn shop

You are an Instagram nivel, while I'm on tour

Your crappy rap wrestling

I take it down with a glass of milk and ginger cookies

I go eating little rappers with an empty stomach

I already had you for lunch and it's not even noon

I resucitate Ghandi when I rhyme and I make him do yoga

A Jedi Master, I kill your wihtout a sword like Yoda

And I'm the epicenter of all earthquakes

Because after four years you still have it inside of you

I don't want to be rude with every word I spit

What you need is to get a good group hug

And sorry for the monologue

But I wanted you to see a shining star without calling the astrologers

[Hook]

The madman arrived, like Don Quijote de la Mancha

There's no revenge here, hey

El Residente murdering them on their own playing field

The madman arrived, like Don Quijote de la Mancha

There's no revenge here, hey

El Residente murdering them on their own playing field

[Verse 2]

To all cheap pop reguetón DJ's, take notes

I was raised in Calle 13, I was always a humble guy

By Lake Carraizo, there on the town called Trujillo

From the 13th like Alex Trujillo, but with different paths

With Chezina and Franco el Gorila as neighbours

Writing everyday with no one to back me up

As a kid, a fan of Vico C, MC Cega and Tego Calde

I went to La Perla to rap, under the alley

Carli discovered me, next to Elias de León

And together with White Lion we murdered without taking out a gun

Without a DJ but with a band, we exploded the consoles

With strong lyrics, not being played on the radio

Without bribing the radio stations, always filling the stadiums

They closed the doors for me and let me down

And in the end I was what you failed to be

You've got the YouTube hits that you bought in secret

My brother, we've got the respect

Ask Paul McCartney, who always fills the stadiums

And has 300,000 views in his last video

So take off the crown

Social Networks don's determine the caliber of a person

You claim I made reggaetón?

Then also claim I was tango, bossa nova, cumbia, batucada, mambo

Fusion is the concept

With Calle 13 I gave them half of it and with Residente I?ll give them the rest

It's not about the genre but about the artist

Give a Dembow to Rubén Blades so you see how he breaks the track

I'm an athlete of rapping, I practice every day

With a single rhyme I make you cry and then laugh

Reggaetón talks about unity and when I won all the prizes,

They were the first to rise from their chairs

What did you want me to do? To turn the other cheek?

If you fuck with me you'll get the yellow fever

Punchline combination topping it off on your chin

With me, nightmare end up with shaky knees

What you did was mess up rap in Español

You throw shit upon yourselves, an own goal

The bravest, but the truth is you don't have the balls to go protest for university

Some people call me a hypocrite

How come I´m an independalist who lives in independant countries

I had to leave even if I didn't want to

In order to play in the big leagues I have to play outside

And like Corretjer says

Without a doubt I'm Puerto Rican since I was in a crib, even if I had been born on the moon

And whenever I go to Puerto Rico, I protest and manifest

Because I pay taxes even if I don't live there

To me this is serious, not just to pass the time

I'll rap even if the theatre is empty

Consonant rhymes are the only thing I idolize

And now I say goodbye in a three by four beat

I'm the brakeless train, handing out good venom

Every time I sound like thunder with obscene verses, I fill their minds

The plain alien terrain, I open your head with a barin

Do you understand, do you get it, do you get the vibe, cachai? like a Chilean

I'm at the top, so they pee on themselves, lime green color

When I spit rhymes on any pallet

I don't care about the weather, and to whoever supresses me

And whoever clicks the button, I'll spit some self-esteem on him

I break him to pieces, kill him without bullets

A knee to the testicles, I dispose of them with words

I end all retardment of moralist clowns

More squared than a Picasso

I make a bow with your brain, make way for the bomb

If your heart can't take it, run and get a pacemaker

Listen how I spell out everything I see with my words

With every rap like Galilei, I even make atheists believe again

I beat the little rappers, I hit them

I kick their butts, I make them fart

Look how I stroll through the track, Residente the vocalist

My tongue is ready, it's going 100 mph on the highway

I got the the baladeer rappers and elitist hip-hoppers

Nodding like autistic children

A documentalist of life

I'm a chronicler, screenwriter, an anarchist

Proposing another point of view, a specialist

WhenI get mad I'm so fast that they can't see me, like Speedy Gonzales

My vocals hit harder that state guards

My rhymes have got drown syndrome, they're abnomal

Leaving the MC's in a comma, like vegetables, yo (yo)

[Outro]

• Artist:Residente