Fatal Sin Frenos (part. Juanca UF)

The real deal's here, rappers are in crisis
They see I'm the best, I'm gonna make it tough for them
Bet your cap and your DCs, I need to smoke another missile
Yesterday I crushed four cats, with the tires of my bike

And yeah, it feels damn good, using modern drugs
Kid, close that mouth, I’ll even show you how to move it
They're hiding like crazy, bodies in the caves
Watch out for all their bullets, the last girl couldn't see it

These damn kids are so fake, but I don't care
Receiving their bad vibes, I turn them into pounds of kief
In the booth making beats, I step on all those monkeys
Hell yeah, I'm the real deal, and you're just a fake rapper

Call that damn Titis, 'cause now we got the spot
It's a night to get wild, and let them come in droves
We're seasoned pros, and yours are just weak
You don't wanna get hurt, 'cause you're too pretty and cardboard

León, Guanajuato is high caliber, God bless me and set me free
The punk turns into an annex, does that seem unbelievable?
Kids inside barrels, trying the dealer's drugs
And the punk who runs that spot, he's the godfather of the Cristo Vive crew

I live life like a damn beast, I pawn my bike and roll back on foot
I got my pants on tight, and five stacks in my sock
I run from the sting operation, with Tonayán and Tajín in my bag
This is sinking me, the drugs are drowning me, hope the underground doesn't end

Sign here, the demons tell me, 'cause soon this world will be mine
I love wandering at night, and my punch is ice cold
I'm in the car, damn high, faded, surrounded by all my crew
And if that punk starts acting gay, I’ll cover his bomb on the riverfront

I laugh at all those who think they're tough, they don't even know how to be gangsters
Summarize your damn knife, kid, put that onion knife away
Don't try to look dangerous, fool, that's not real
I bought my own sneakers, the look of the street vendors

The top scavenger dog, better let me sleep
The day I end up on the ground, may the drugs have mercy on me
Honestly, I don't know what you're waiting for, and the sphere says I’m done
Killing myself in this trash, and standing out among a thousand

At night they shouted, better sit down for a bit
'Cause I’ll take your belongings, I pump nitro into seven liters
I commit up to thirty crimes, I'm no prototype
Real hip hop, sick lollipops, this guy's a pro
Ah
This is how you rap, dogs, it's the Fatal Union, fuckers
Juan strings, ah, uh