David

We promised not to cry
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (maybe it's the last time we see each other)
Yeah-yeah

Here comes the legend killer, David against Goliath throwing stones
I don’t hide, I mark my flame and go for the triple
Real like Madrid, I don’t mess with snitches
A.K.A. 9C Clubs, it’s all cliché (please, don’t cry anymore)

I got an angel up there watching over me
I gotta reach heaven like I promised
I don’t want anything, just wanna be close to you
I wouldn’t trade you for twenty Rolexes and ten APs

How do you have that flow? Easy
My motor skills are slow, but my brain is quick
For all those, for the tickets and the [?]
You ain't never seen another rapper like this

I’m fed up with all the archetypes
There’s always a rat playing on your own team
Listen, they call you crazy because they want you to fit
Into their artificial world of trips and people in suits

Sometimes I sit back, smoke a Philly and contemplate
That in front of me are some deadbeats
Don’t compare to my gang flow
Twenty years in this game and I want the credit (please, don’t cry anymore)

Expensive glasses, but no one sees
Number one in who knows where on YouTube, but there’s no level
I saw something of yours, but I forgot
You lack spirit, while mine is on another level (maybe it's the last time we see each other)

Full ice, New York when it snows
Mom said I’m the best, no one denies it
If I go to your city and do a show, everyone shows up
One of the few left, a true rapper forever, the proof, oh

I’m a virus, I feel like a virus
Same flow, new version, I gave it a twist
I’m a virus, I feel like a virus
Same flow, new version, I gave it a twist

Pick up the glass, you shitty rappers, your martyrdom has begun
Here comes your annoyance, killing the beat, like a Syrian rifle
Better in audio and also in video
And how can’t they, they suck it up online, envy is a cancer with no chemo (maybe it's the last time we see each other)

I’m clear and precise, if I shoot I don’t miss, I detail without buts, I’m inspired and I don’t shut up
I’m light in darkness, my voice doesn’t break, my chest is Kevlar, my fist is a lightning bolt
I rap like a May downpour, I rhyme whenever I go out and practice
If I don’t have knowledge I stay quiet, if I can’t do it, I find a way (please, don’t cry anymore)

Kid, do me a favor, and open the window, I’m hot
Because when I rhyme what’s on my papyrus, the mic’s steaming, fuck it
I’m walking through Madrid, smoking pure hashish
I got a Gucci sweater like Chris, and your style is from Acris, pussy

Playing at home I’m the undisputed champion
Uncarved diamond, the most feared MC
The midfield of the dribbles, impossible
Maybe I’m not number one, but in this game I’m essential, okay?

FUENMA
Please, don’t cry anymore