Un Juidero de Pinga (part. El Legend Soou)

There are some folks here, John Neon, who

Call themselves rappers
But they gotta prove it at the show first
I repeat: I’d die for my crown
I’m here to stay, I’m no foreigner

With an extreme vibe, ready for trouble
Since you’ve got me on the megaphone
Because I’m not a slave to the system
(To anyone, right to their face) I say
Screw you, listen to my track

An old man advised me not to curse
But in his youth, he did some wicked things
So I’m gonna make his daughter open up
Fall in love and give me love when she sees the Chupacabra

Like the women, you all hate my sarcasm
I know that when you hear my voice, it gives you an orgasm
The pencil didn’t want to be rich, now, which one’s in charge?
(Chemical, my ultra mega friend) I don’t play around!

Hey!, ultra, mega universal
Never saw several lay Moon, that were alive, it’s God’s doing
Hello, here I am. Let’s see, princesses
Let’s hit the hip-hop, I’m here for the thunder, I don’t represent pop

You all look like a hundred, like those pop drinks
My gun is a hundred, it also wants to make a hit
Crazy, crazy, stop, stop!, hey, do you want to kill?

The bat, why don’t these rats mean anything? (I)
I lost it and hit like ten times
After my board hit the thousand and started to shoot

You all are what?, because you’re watching grams
Smoke cigarettes and if a fight breaks out, we’re out
I think Nostradamus predicted this
This kid is tough, let’s do what we can!

Maniac and we’re out looking for the stash
I respect you, a moña that doesn’t deliver, I’ll break the neck
(Soou, this is a real piece of work, I don’t want to do it
But we get grounded if we sleep on the heist)

Maniac and we’re out looking for the stash
I respect you, a moña that doesn’t deliver, I’ll break the neck
(Soou, this is a real piece of work, I don’t want to do it
But we get grounded if we sleep on the heist)

Today we’re out looking for a bag full of cash
On a 50cc bike armed with a couple of machetes
We’ve got the weed drying on the line
Here we’re anti-polygamy, twenty-four seven

I’m gonna make them respect me, by any means necessary
In the concrete jungle, I’m a Bengal tiger
I look like the reincarnation of Christopher Wallace
Many want to compare, but none can match

If they take flight, I’ll cut their wings
I was born because my mom didn’t have money for an abortion
More than half of my family doesn’t care about me
That’s why when I kill the chick, I don’t behave

I report back making a ton of bad moves
If I’m a criminal, especially when I’m high
I’ve never left the streets
I’m still active, distributing saranana wholesale and retail

Light up the Bayer grown in the mountains
I feel like Vaquilla when he was locked up in Ocaña
And we’re out looking for cash with sleep in our eyes
I’m living my American dream from Spain

I don’t know why they’re surprised when I drop a new track
I’m always under the radar and mocking the system
If John Neon produces it, hey!, it sounds dope
It’s just that on the rap level, I’m a damn problem

Am I clear?, I jump in the booth crazy and high
We’ve got the contacts in Cali at the level of Perico
Here we’re poor, but we live like the rich

And they’re frogs that don’t even reach kitten level
(And they’re frogs that don’t even reach kitten level)

Hey, get over there
The strong people
Ultra, mega universal
El Legend Soou

Tell them they don’t even reach kitten level
We did this from Spain with Los Joselitos
Always active distributing saranana
I’m the real deal

John Neon, El Legend of my personal crew
Jason El Mono, Pla', La Sustancia
Three Seven Studio
El Legend Soou, you just don’t get it

They don’t even reach kitten level, I
Tell me, Jincho
This is a psychopath from one A

Ultra, mega universal
That’s how we roll
Jason El Mono, Pla', La Sustancia
Tell me that Ultra, mega
Tell them there’s no way