En Honor A La Verdad

Vico C

In Honor of the Truth

In honor of the truth
Even if the truth hurts
Ecko

In honor of the truth, I'm about to drop it
You can't cover the sky with your hand
Watch out, this ain't no accident
And now who's gonna take me on the other side
In honor of the truth, I'm about to drop it
You can't cover the sky with your hand
Watch out, this ain't no accident
And now who's gonna take me on the other side

And you who said I was done
Thought I wasn't coming back
Well, here I am
And don't start talking nonsense
I'm gonna guide those who thought my game was over
Their opinions are twisted by the news
That's why when they see me, they look at me with malice
Staring into my eyes, they get stuck
Trying to see if I'm out of it or just a little red
To point me out when I'm on stage
Without checking if it's conjunctivitis that I've got
And I can't afford to get skinny
'Cause they accuse me of being a junkie if I'm not looking rough
They think I can't rap with intellect
'Cause I've been to jail and I'm not perfect
And now they come at me with a cannon
But let the one without sin throw the first stone
Just because my problems are public
Doesn't mean I'm the only one who messes up
If the difference between you and me
Is that my stuff gets spread by the Comay and yours doesn't
Deal with that, it comes from my bones to my brain
Put me in the center, I'm gonna hit it hard RRA And I confess that with my lyrics even the prettiest gets stiff

I agree with the government
In the mission against the music that kills my generation
But pay attention, man, listen up
'Cause the negative ain't just recorded in reggaeton
I remember when the Patrol 15 sang to us
"Either you kill it, or I will."
And if a rapper raps about pulling the trigger
They hit us hard, and lock the doors tight
Simple, they don't attack the pretty boys
Even if Ricky Martin's in an orgy with a crew
They justify the poison in a little carton
Like Xuxa dressing for the Pope and singing for the kid
Even if you have a doctor's title
If you're full of hate, you're still a destroyer
A pretty image doesn't make you better
And Budweiser, even if it sponsors sports, is still alcohol
And to my label, forgive me
But I think they shouldn't boycott my expressions
I know there are good relations with the stations
But sometimes you gotta put your pants on
And throw the truths in their face
And those who measure me, measure them with the same stick
I have a God who always prepares me
When they stir the pot inside my cauldron

Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
2004, baby!
And throw the truths in their face!
(Watch out!)
Respect, respect!
But let the one without sin throw the first stone!
(Watch out!)
And now what are they gonna do?
'Cause with my lyrics even the prettiest gets stiff!
(And now who's gonna take me on the other side, huh?)

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