They hit REC and the session starts
Trueno, the best whenever he grabs the microphone
I am Chino Maidana, I'm a champion without a belt
If you dive into the sea, watch out for the shark
I'm far from home but close to a million
All those rappers talk but who the f*ck are they?
Son of a b*tch, when did they write the song?
I don't know if they're right, I don't know if they're my sound
I don't know if they have voices, do you know who they are?
I never saw them, they don't see you there
Bro, you know that I do it like this
I'm a dog, you're a wannabe
I do it like this, I win just because
Because I've got flow, because I've got free
Because I've got hits, because I've got a thousand
Ideas to kill a fool, but with rhymes and with skills
To hit him in the face, hit him again and press play
my God, doing everything that I want inside the game
They love me and give me replay, like I say: 'Why you wanna say?'
Those rappers are all ninjas messing with the sensei
I don't think they can, I'm up on the sidewalk
Whenever and wherever you want, flow that grabs and hits
I'm the strategist, this rhyme is masterful and that's why it lands
That's why my rap throws you out the window, doing whatever it wants
I'm always calm, I'm always fresh
Laying flow on the vinyl, I deserve it
The more they look for me, my flow, I disappear
So only I remain
In the culture, for a few years
That's why now I want to leave all the battles behind
But I keep doing it because
Only my ego demands it and all my guts
My rhymes don't fail, that's all
I think that you were the stingray
I'm a, uh—shark, I've got the drive
Even if it's about a belt, they fail
All those rappers stay at zero for me
They think that Trueno stumbles but
He smashes it because he starts again
Real flow, I'm no d*cksucker
I know I'm not new, they have too many faults
To want to be roosters, they're not even eggs yet
All the hens broke on me
I send him straight to the kitchen
My flow kills you, I know it murders you
I'm an expert at throwing rhymes
At doing everything that I want, my n***a
I'm sure even my neighbor hates me
Because of all the music that I blast
My flow is for real, babe, I'm all the way to China
Or in Japan, I don't know, I don't know, my bro
Sometimes I don't articulate, sometimes I swear I'm the best
Of everyone, but I realize I'm not
Because I surpass everything that already happened to me before
I'm the first to pull off the hunter move
The whole wide world when I started rapping
So don't tell me: 'What you want?' and 'What happened?'
That I do it very-very well, my dude, the train passed you by
At the last station, my dude, I really have the gift
I do it to you calmly because I have flow
And because I do it on the beat
Because I have all kinds, because I throw the messages
Because Trueno does it, because your rap falls apart
It speeds up on first or on second
I don't know where it is but I know that Trueno gives you a beating
We're making music, yeah, my flow has the sheath
Here we're street kids, don't get us twisted