MUSIC SESSIONS VOL 49 ENGLISH LYRICS - Bizarrap Residente

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MUSIC SESSIONS VOL 49 ENGLISH LYRICS - Bizarrap Residente

[Verse 1: Residente]

I'm a little uneasy as I keep an eye on the urban genre

Looking over, like a alligator in the Nile River

Adjusting a couple of pending accounts before Milo arrives

Sitting on a chair under an umbrella, in a tank top

With the dog biting my shoe

Burping out tortillas and tostadas with butter

Aiming at the horizon with a rifle without a scope

As I speak to myself like Don Quixote

With beer foam on the mustache

Waiting for these hot dogs to come out of their recording booths

Like a sprout, before their boat sinks

But just like always, the shit always comеs out

I'm ready to give it to thesе dumbasses until my cartridge runs out

Today I'll knock down their marketing with a single pull

Just like we knocked down the statues of Christopher Columbus

I'm smashing this trash

Like a rocker in the 80s breaking their guitar

With Resi you shall get smeared

Even my verses turned into alcoholics because there are too many bars

I come from El calentón

From Trujillo the drums sound in the street, ro-po-pom-pom

There is no discussion, even my brother Don

Knows that in rap there is only one King Kong

Sending fire, this is White Lion, there is no game

As in the times of Voltio and Tego

You and I are not the same

I don't believe in celebrities from digital platforms

Nor in your whipped cream Billboards

Nor in your Instagram stories, Dolce&Gabbana, and Cartier

I only believe in my level

And in the coal of my pencil sliding over the paper

[Chorus: Residente]

I'm doing this for fun

For fun, for fun

I'm doing this for fun

For fun, for fun

[Post-Chorus: Residente]

Since I'm leaving now

I'll take a couple with me before I go

[Verse 2: Residente]

Today I'm screwing the celebrity industry

Until I break my bed's springs

And when my bars spill, I fuck them with no pajamas

Vertical and horizontal, like a crossword

When it comes to diss tracks, I'm this era's most feared one

For these losers, Spring isn't multicolored anymore

Because wherever I throw a punchline, flowers stop growing

You are tier-five artists

That write less than a pen with no ink

When they see me, they break down

Pale white color like the fake teeth you put on

When the cap with an [R] comes near

The entire stage begins to smell like a communal farm

Because these fake rappers become chickens

With my rhymes, as I impose discipline like China

My retina only sees heads rolling down the hill

The French Revolution with the guillotine

Burning showcases, I go to everything, I go to the top

With a bottle, a towel, and gasoline, like Palestine

I make it easy, like peeling tangerines

Comfortable, like a seat as it reclines

I'm Correa, Báez, and Lindor, a double play part of the routine

This isn't Instagram, this is resolved in the recording booth

I kill them even with my left and right tied up

Singing nursery rhymes, jumping the rope

There is no break for me to lose

If I put you all in the blender, a shit smoothie will come out

For a two-minute song you have twenty songwriters

Even your managers are composers

Five hundred dollars for a ticket, misters

Just to be jumping like a dickhead dressed up in colors

The Auto-Tune and playback is on

These fools even sing with the mic off

You can't be a leader, the champion of champions

If they've written all of your songs for you

A well-made hot dog is so delicious

The thing is that it wasn't cooked by these liars

These lazy asses are greedy

They don't even take the plate to your table and they still steal the servers' tips

And they're not ashamed, that's what's shameful

The bees make honey, but the bear eats it

You don't buy respect for being talented

One thing is being an artist, the other is being famous

Ah, there needs to be a cleanse

A lot of delusion of grandeur, but barely any skills

This has just begun

And I'm still on my first beer

[Chorus: Residente]

I'm doing this for fun

For fun, for fun

I'm doing this for fun

For fun, for fun

[Post-Chorus: Residente]

Since I'm leaving now

I'll take a couple with me before I go

[Interlude: Residente & Gabriel Cabra]

Gabriel, is it okay like that?

Mmm, the truth is that it's shit, man

But if you throw at Balvin then I might like it

No, not Balvin, man

That asshole is just a chatterbox

Okay, let's go

[Verse 3: Residente]

I'm going to downgrade to a chatterbox

That sings to SpongeBob and Pokemon

The copy of a clone, the Logan Paul of reggaetón

That is shittier than cumming without an erection

As they say around:

"Josecito, you have no streets in you, that's why your knuckles are soft"

With just a video I could bury this sucker

And make him upload pictures with his dog

This coward, young lamb, is like a vegan breakfast: he has no eggs

The town is fighting, they're killing them

And the man uploads picture of Ghandi praying

Stupid liar, he acts spiritual

Using mental health to sell a documentary

You are faker than a hot dog with no ketchup or bread

Faker than Luian's abs

The man is so insecure

That he has to announce through Instagram how much money he earns

He doesn't understand values in life

He has to get "loyal" tattooed because he forgets to be it

That imbecile with hair dye

Who put black women in dog chains around their necks

A whitey that has lost his way

So divine! Accepting his Afro-Latino award

One day, he said he decided he wanted to do reggaetón, to be honest

When he discovered Daddy Yankee was white

My key, the worst of everything and the most serious thing

Is that this asshole is racist and doesn't realize it

History is going to slap you in the name of all those who picked cotton under abuse

And another slap in the name of all those who have had to battle twice within reggaeton

Myke Towers, Sech, ChocQuibTown, Rafa Pabön

Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcángel, Tego Calderón

They are a bunch that you thoughtlessly put under a drawer

In your colorful rainbow there is no brown

A sacrilege

This rich white boy still doesn't understand fuckin' privilege

But what would you expect from this loser?

Raised by his dad, a frustrated influencer

In Puerto Rico so that they'd give him respect in reggaetón

He swallowed more milk than a condom

For every ass he kissed, he jumped up a step

Every day covered in a different color, like a chameleon

What Ruben said, Resident holds his own

"Even if he changes color, I will always know where he comes from"

The chameleons are only out for their own belly button

They even befriend their enemies

Except for when it comes to a witness, business is business, partner, there are no friends in business

My thing isn't business, we're different

I put my heart out for music

My Billboards are held by my people

As well as my lyrics written on every banner to try to kick out a president

I'm not the most famous in the entire circuit

But I'll demolish your favorite rapper in twenty pieces

What I said in "Calma Pueblo," I repeat

With me, you eat even if you have no appetite

I'm not doing this to give you advice

Nor to abuse you, even if the competition is uneven

Today I'm skinning you

So the people buying the hot dog shirts feel stupid

This is for the guys

For the respect that everyone who writes deserves

The Formula 1 are now tourists, they no longer run

'Cause I just broke the track, ah

[Chorus: Residente]

I'm doing this for fun

For fun, for fun

I'm doing this for fun

For fun, for fun

I'm doing this for fun

For fun, for fun

[Post-Chorus: Residente]

Since I'm leaving now

I'll take a couple with me before I go

[Outro: Residente]

Well, I've taken him with me

MUSIC SESSIONS VOL 49 LYRICS - Bizarrap Residente

[Verso 1: Residente]

Estoy un poco intranquilo mientras el género urbano vigilo

Asomando la mirada como un cocodrilo en el río Nilo

Ajustando un par de cuenta' pendiente' ante' de que llegue Milo

Sentado en una silla bajo una sombrilla en camisilla

Con el perro mordiéndome la' zapatilla'

Eructando tortilla' y las tostadas con mantequilla

Apuntando al horizonte con un rifle sin mirilla

Mientra' hablo solo como Don Quijote

Con espuma de cerveza en el bigote

Esperando a que estos hot dogs salgan del camarote

Como un brote, ante' de que se les hunda el bote

Pero como siempre, la mierda sale a flote

Estoy prepara'o pa' darle a estos soplapote' hasta que el cartucho se me agote

Hoy les tumbo el marketing de un tirón

Como tumbamo' las estatua' de Cristóbal Colón

Yo rompo esta chatarra

Como rockero en los 80 rompiendo su guitarra

Con el Resi tú te embarra'

Hasta mis verso' se volvieron alcohólico' porque hay demasiadas barra'

Yo vengo del calentón

Desde Trujillo suenan los tambore' en la calle, ro-po-pom-pom

No hay discusión, hasta mi hermano Don

Sabe que en el rap hay un solo King Kong

Mandando fuego, esto e' White Lion, no hay juego

Como en los tiempo' de Voltio con Tego

Tú y yo no somos iguale'

Yo no creo en las estrella' de las plataforma' digitale'

Ni en tu' Billboards de cremita de pastel

Ni en tus historia' de Instagram, Dolce & Gabbana y Cartier

Solo creo en mi nivel

Y en el carbón de mi lápi' corriendo por encima del papel

[Coro: Residente]

Esto lo hago pa' divertirme

Pa' divertirme, pa' divertirme

Esto lo hago pa' divertirme

Pa' divertirme, pa' divertirme

[Post-Coro: Residente]

Como ya mismo me voy

Me vo'a llevar un par antes de irme

[Verso 2: Residente]

Hoy me cojo a la industria de la fama

Hasta romperle los resorte' a la cama

Cuando mi palabreo se derrama me los cojo sin pijama

Vertical y horizontal, como en un crucigrama

En las tiraera' soy el terror de los terrore' de esta era

Para esto' perdedores las primavera' ya no son multicolore'

Porque donde tiro un punchline dejan de crecer las flore'

Son artista' de quinta

Que escriben meno' que un bolígrafo sin tinta

Cuando me ven se descomponen

Color blanco pálido como los diente' de embuste que se ponen

Cuando la gorra con la [R] se avecina

En la tarima entera empieza a oler a granja campesina

Porque estos rapero' de mentira se vuelven gallinas

Con mi rima cuando impongo disciplina como en China

Mi retina solo ve cabeza' rodando por la colina

La revolución francesa con la guillotina

Quemando vitrina' voy a toa', voy pa' encima

Con una botella, una toalla y gasolina, como en Palestina

Lo hago fácil, como pelar cáscara' de mandarina

Cómodo, como un asiento cuando se reclina

Soy Correa, Báez y Lindor, doble play de rutina

Esto no e' por Instagram, esto se resuelve en la cabina

Los mato amarrándome la derecha y la izquierda

Cantando canciones infantile' saltando la cuerda

No hay break de que pierda

Si los meto a to's en una licuadora sale una batida de mierda

Pa' dos minuto' de canción tienen veinte escritore'

Hasta los manejadore' son compositore'

Quiniento' dólare' por un boleto, señore'

Por brincar como un pendejo vestido de colore'

El Auto-Tune y el playback activa'o

Estos bobos cantan hasta con el micrófono apaga'o

No se puede ser el líder, campeón de campeone'

Si te escribieron toda' tus fuckin' cancione'

Un hot dog bien hecho es delicioso

El problema es que no lo cocinaron estos mentiroso'

Estos vago' son goloso'

No te llevan ni el plato a la mesa y se llevan la propina del mozo

Y no les da vergüenza, eso e' lo vergonzoso

Las abeja' hacen miel, pero se las come el oso

No se compra el respeto por ser talentoso

Una cosa es ser artista, otra cosa es ser famoso

Ah, hay que hacer una limpieza

Mucho delirio de grandeza, poca destreza

Esto solo empieza

Y yo todavía voy por mi primera cerveza

[Coro: Residente]

Esto lo hago pa' divertirme

Pa' divertirme, pa' divertirme

Esto lo hago pa' divertirme

Pa' divertirme, pa' divertirme

[Post-Coro: Residente]

Como ya mismo me voy

Me vo'a llevar un par ante' de irme

[Interludio: Residente & Gabriel Cabra]

Gabriel, ¿'tá bien así?

Mmm, en verda' está bien mierda, cabrón

Pero si le tira' a Balvin puede ser que me guste

No, a Balvin no, cabrón

E' un bobolón ese cabrón

Bueno, dale

[Verso 3: Residente]

Voy a rebajarme con un bobolón

Que le canta a SpongeBob y a Pokémon

La copia de un clon, el Logan Paul del reggaetón

Esto e' más bajo que eyacular sin erección

Como le dicen por ahí:

"Josecito, no tienes calle, por eso tiene' los nudillo' blandito'"

Con solo un video entierro a este becerro

Y lo pongo a subir fotos con su perro

Este cobarde corderito mancebo

Es como un desayuno vegano, sin huevo

El pueblo luchando, los están matando

Y el tipo sube foto' de Ghandi rezando

Pendejo mentiroso, se hace el espiritual

Usando la salud mental pa' vender un documental

Tú eres má' falso que un hot dog sin ketchup ni pan

Más falso que los abdominale' de Luian

Es tan inseguro el pana

Que tiene que estar anunciando por Instagram cuánta lana gana

No entiende los valore' de la vida

Se tiene que tatuar la palabra "lealtad" porque se le olvida

Es un imbécil con tinte de cabello

Que puso a mujere' negra' con cadena' de perro en el cuello

Un blanquito que perdió el camino

Todo un divino aceptando su premio de afrolatino

Un día dijo que quiso hacer reggaetón, siendo franco

Al descubrir que Daddy Yankee era blanco

Mi llave, lo peor de todo y lo más grave

Es que este pendejo e' racista y no lo sabe

La historia te va a dar un bofetón en nombre de to' los que bajo abuso recogieron algodón

Y otro bofetón en nombre de to' los que han tenido que batallar doble dentro del reggaetón

Myke Towers, Sech, ChocQuibTown, Rafa Pabön

Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcángel, Tego Calderón

Son un montón que sin pensar metes debajo del cajón

En tu arcoíri' de colore' no existe el color marrón

Un sacrilegio

Este blanquito de colegio todavía no entiende el fuckin' privilegio

¿Pero qué esperan de este fracasado?

Cria'o por su papá, un influencer frustrado

En Puerto Rico pa' que se la dieran en el reggaetón

Tragó más leche que un condón

Por cada mamada subía un escalón

Cada día disfraza'o de un color distinto como un camaleón

Lo que dijo Rubén, el Residente lo sostiene

"Aunque cambie de color, yo siempre sé por dónde viene"

Los camaleone' velan por su propio ombligo

Se hacen pana' hasta de sus enemigo'

Nada más con el testigo

Los negocio' son negocios, socio, en lo' negocio' no hay amigo'

Lo mío no e' negocio, somo' diferente'

Por la música yo pongo el corazón al frente

Mis Billboard los sostiene la gente

Junto a mis letra' en cada pancarta pa' bajar a un presidente

No soy el más famoso de todo el circuito

Pero parto en veinte a tu rapero favorito

Lo que dije en "Calma Pueblo" lo repito

Conmigo comen aunque no tengan apetito

Esto no lo hago pa' darte consejo

Ni pa' abusar de ti aunque sea disparejo

Hoy te despellejo

Pa' que los que se compren la camisa del hot dog se sientan bien pendejo'

Esto e' por los pibe'

Por el respeto que merece todo aquel que escribe

Los Fórmula 1 están de turista, ya no corren

Porque acabo de romper la pista, ah

[Coro: Residente]

Esto lo hago pa' divertirme

Pa' divertirme, pa' divertirme

Esto lo hago pa' divertirme

Pa' divertirme, pa' divertirme

Esto lo hago pa' divertirme

Pa' divertirme, pa' divertirme

[Post-Coro: Residente]

Como ya mismo me voy

Me vo'a llevar un par ante' de irme

[Outro: Residente]

Bueno, ya me los llevé

MUSIC SESSIONS VOL 49 - Bizarrap Residente Song Credits 

Song
Residente: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 49
Artist
Bizarrap, Residente
Album
Residente: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 49

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