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Inside

I know my rhymes sometimes cause disgust
When my neurons get running
To the point I even scare myself
My answers can be so aggressive
To the point that the words run away from me
Because they're afraid I will write them
I don't have rifles to kill you
My song is enough
I convert words into ideas like an illusionist
In one line I kill you, break you, hurt you
And in the next I resurrect you
simply by mentioning you.
This is part of my art
That everybody knows
That these rhymes are for you
without having to mention you
I don't do it to avoid the conflict
I do it so I don't make you famous
In countries where nobody knows you.
After seeing how
wars and guerrillas work
Do you think I'm going to be scared of your gang?
Shoot whenever you want to little thug rapper,
Here it's not the biggest thug that wins,
The winner is the smartest.
In your mind you're a "narco"
Wanted by the police
And your pistols are like fantasy unicorns
There's no problem having
imaginary enemies
But there is when the little kids
Think you're a hitman
You haven't known three shits of difficulty
in your life, You've never lacked education
You've never lacked food
If the people in Congo
Had had your opportunities
They'd have graduated from the best universities.
If I take you on a tour to Central Africa
After the war you'd come out singing
Christian songs
There, your tiny rapper clothes,
Your baseball hat, and your thug chain
Melt away in the sun
Or I'll take you through Syria
So you can feel the bombings
And you see how they left little kids without arms
What are you gonna do when your son
Is hit at a disco
And brutally with an AK They blow up his head
Or they blow away the face of your brother
In a violent way
Or that they do your sweetheart
With a snub-nose and a .40
You're an idiot, asshole, rapping
About blowing out brains
In a country where they'll Kill you for a penny
I'm not a saint when I rap
Much less a gentleman
In one moment of rhyming
I hang 10 marines
But in this case it's different inciting disorder
Because when tyranny is law
Revolution is order.
Inside, Inside
Well inside, I leave it inside you.
You wanna shoot? Here's a few puzzles for you:
I'm scared of cockroaches
And lizards
They haven't played me for years
On the fucking radio in Puerto Rico
I've released five albums
And I'm still not rich.
Some call me a communist
One hundred percent radical (demagog)
The ultra right hates me
The ultra left too
My sexual performance
Is down the drain
After laughing at bald people
I no longer have any hair myself
I called the the governor a son of a bitch
And even though he deserved it
Inside I regretted it
And I didn't say it until today
Before understanding inequality between people
I bought a used Maserati
That doesn't run any more.
My credit is fucked
They won't even sell me a coffee
So to make another monthly payment
I prefer to go on foot.
I'm like the boxers
I mismanage my money
I invest everything in my career
Because art comes first.
I'm the slowest of my family
I'm not brilliant, I fight for education
And I was never a good student
I've got a phobia of airplanes
I like politics.
Even though I say I don't care about it,
Criticism hurts me.
My best friend Was killed in a barracks
I've got a lot to write And little paper
My honesty is transparent
You can see right inside me
By just looking me in the face
You can try to shoot me and make the attempt
Although as far as staying honest is concerned,
That’s what I’m best at.
Inside, Inside
Well inside, I leave it inside you.
 
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