LYRICS GAME

I'm Residente

I'm the highest exponent of sin, I'm lucky

If they knew what I have in my head

They'd give me the death penalty

I'm not a Christmas candy inside a stocking

I'm not

I'm the one who shows up at your house to piss on your yard

Even if I don't have someone to battle, I'm always in the ring

I've f*cked up badly, but I always land on my feet

Either way I'm still singled out everywhere

Let whoever is free of sin throw the first stone

I get obnoxious when I'm drunk

And they get scared because they know I'm armed with my fingers

On the computer, rubbing against the keyboard

I shoot lyrics on the laptop, in the notebook or on the napkin

I'm more dangerous than a religious fanatic with two shotguns

I hear voices every time I turn off the light

When I question what you didn't question

That's why sometimes the verses I write

Make it so that the nails pop out of Jesus's cross

I'm Jack in The Shining

The ripper, the lyrical one, a predator

The one who puts them in the dining room on the chopping block

And eats them without a fork

I'm the elevator doors

When they won't open in the middle of an earthquake

The pain the doctor couldn't cure

An abuser of rappers like a pastor

A preacher when he abuses a minor

I'm a sinner

Because I pray only when the plane shakes

Because I'm not what people want me to be

Because I don't believe in things until I see them

I go against the tide and I don't believe in hell or heaven

Nor in the tales of the Holy Land

You live what the body can stand

When I die I'm gonna be fertilizer for the plants

And the worms of the earth rise

They eat my body, they choke

And my spirit transplants itself to your kids' room

And at night, next to their teddy bears, it scares them

I'm a sinner because I have to calm myself with pills from the drugstore

So I don't kill these sh*tty YouTubers

Who do comedy on Instagram and aren't funny

I'm a sinner because my only virtue

Is that I'm full of flaws

I love offending those who wanna project their intellect

With their politically correct dialect

I'm a sinner because I'm not faithful

In my head I've got a brothel

And the sex I have is politically incorrect

Like a low-class motel

Bodies covered in honey with cake frosting

I take my role of smacking all of them on the a*s

With the bad mood of a stepdad

Who has to raise a kid that isn't his

I'm a sinner because I can't stand some trappers and reggaetoners

Who from the stands wanna devour the world, the sun and the moon

But their lyrics drown like an olive

I've got the vaccine for those who f*ck up music and make a fortune

I put them to sleep in the cradle, I take away their hunger

When I rap one in their face like Ozuna

I make music even if it brings no income

Better that they remember me because I express myself

Spitting in excess

Because I've got more bars than a prison for inmates

I leave them stiff when I shoot with more weight

Than an obese sumo wrestler wrapped in a flour taco with cheese

That's why

I'm a sinner

Because by rapping without kneeling I confess

I don't know the ground because I always fly

In an orchestra of violins I'm the cello

Residente is always different

There're no twins, nothing parallel

In this game I'm the salt that changed the caramel's flavor

When my words cover their faces with a bandana

I lose sleep, throwing punches online I'm Canelo

With my tools I dismantle them

Like a hungry thief strips a brand-new car

These chicks, from the farm their jealousy sprouts

Because they look up to the sky and yearn when they see me

And before the duel even starts

They already smell like a corpse, like a great-grandfather

This is my turf and if you trespass it

My tongue like an armless snake

Chokes them when it hugs them

Because Residente goes too far with these kids

Like the ones Michael Jackson used to molest in his house

Most of them are child-sized rockstars

Pulled out of a boy band

Trying to be hostile for the profile picture

I laugh at them like Janeiro in Brazil

A fierce gang of dumbf*cks with no voice

They're Chinese rice without rice, they're a hello and goodbye

Their careers end fast, as quick as premature ejaculation

They fall like dominoes when the vein in my forehead pops out

I turn them into sh*t colored terracotta

These idiots with tattooed faces

I set them on fire easily, just like weed lights up

I'm a sinner with many victories and zero defeats

Those who criticize my rap go after my balls

Because my rhyme floats when it walks on water

They follow me even if I'm bankrupt with no cash for the payment

In Spanish rap we pull on our boots

I'm a sinner because today hip hop's written with a J

With a J

With a J

I'm a sinner because today hip hop's written with a J

Hip hop's written with a J

Hip hop's written with a J, with a J

I'm a sinner because today hip hop's written with a J