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KARBeats
Where'd you come from? For all those who don’t know
I’m from Puerto Rico, you know? From everywhere they want me, I’m
I don’t feel like I’m from any one place in–, in sp–, in particular
I’m proud to be from this island
What matters is that the people are with you, you heard?

But that’s the best reward
I mean, it’s not the money, or the exposure, or the fame, that’s part of the game
It’s the thing
You know, I like it, you feel me? The people are giving it to me, man
You know, and it feels good, and it’s been a tough road

But without that audience, you’re nothing
And I appreciate it, I love them, I really do, you know?
It’s a–, it’s something that–
It’s a gratitude I feel immense for, for the people of Puerto Rico, for you all, for everyone because I’ve busted my ass to get here
I feel badass, I feel badass, I feel

I feel like Tego in Loiza, Arcángel in Calma, Ñengo in Bayamón
Thank God for the gift, the baddest of my generation
God said it, the fans said it, I’m not saying it
I used to sing for free, we filled up the Miguel Agrelot

What I do is cash in, I have all the keys, all the codes
They’ll die waiting for Ousi to fail
I, KARBeats, lock me in the studio
Because I’m gonna keep recording until God says so or I run out of air (-air)

The world makes money when I step up to the mic
The asses shake when we hit the street outside
This one’s for the family and mine, and all the Baby Schai
I wasn’t crazy, nah, I put a million on my dad and my mom

I’m still alive, playing it smart
Badass, I move heavy, look how I dodge
Bring me the checks, where do I sign?
I don’t think I’ll last another 10 years, I’ll retire first
Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm
I hit the street and all the cookies go: Mm-mm-mm-mm

I’m the legend, the myth, the boogeyman in Puerto Rico
You all don’t bring the heat, Héctor said it without Tito
I go around the world three times and represent Puerto Rico
Then I get back to the island and they welcome me like Tito
I only go out on Friday the 13th like Vico
I have the music selling like crazy

Give me a break, give me a break, give me a break
I’m gonna drop another, KARBeats, wait, wait, wait
I got something there, wait
Yeah, yeah, hey

I’m as famous as my mentors
The kid from Carola, the young millionaire
Wants my heir, I’ll kill it with the Rover
How much I make they’re looking for in the Explorer

Badass, I’m not rushing, I make them rush
Out of all your bitches, bro, I’m the baby lover
Clemente in Carola, the tracks are my home runs
Mercedes for the girls and Mercedes for the brothers, hey

I’m the compass, the north, the streetlight
The top of the roster, the uncut product
Almighty cooking the seafood from Red Lobster
All the houses in the name of Joshua Omar Medina Cortés

I always step out cold without putting on the cou cou (cou cou)
A couple of brown and white babies, coco
We hit the street, they’re taking pictures (yeah)
We’re making tickets, they’re playing it cool

The flow is badass, laid back, thick
If I weren’t in music, I’d be doing something else
I don’t say much, but the ones that do I note
I get distracted, but I never lose focus

Everyone makes money when I step up to the mic
The asses shake when we hit the street outside
This one’s for the family, mine, and all the Baby Schai
I wasn’t crazy, nah, I put a million on my dad and my mom

Anuel in Torre, Maelo in Santurce, Bad Bu in Vega Baja
Wisin in Cayey, I have all the cards
The son of Marisol, the grandson of Carmen and Elba
What you all do is talk shit when you smoke weed

The apocalypse, the end, they gotta kill me
The Last Don and it’s not Omar, it comes natural to me
I’m not MLB and the fans ask for the Hiram
I’m LV VIZION, the third eye, the end of the portal