I liked it a lot, maybe we can become a rapper duo, here is a song I wrote to dedicate to someone named Arvei Angulo
Okeeyyy..
You already know who it is, your nightmare..
TUTUTUTUTUTUTU…
Do you think you were going to impress me with a song?
Listen to her, listen to her, listen to her...
The worst thing you did was throw me...
This song is dedicated to Arvei Angulo...
El Prieto, the only Rapper who talks out of his ass...
That's why only shit comes out of his mouth...
Now he's called "EL HARD", I think he doesn't remember...
When it was nothing and now if he is talking stupid...
And from the Colonial Zone they kicked him out with slaps...
Because he didn't steal, nobody in Petare respected him...
If not, ask Jo' Primera and all those who were...
Not like the one he gave me, the day we met…
Careless, from behind and with my kid holding hands...
The next day I went to look for him with my bicha to Guarenas...
They told her and she ran off with the police, the girl herself...
Then I looked for you for Birras, to see that he was your thing...
We shook hands, and I came out without a scratch...
The pacos arrived, and I invited you for a stop...
But since you're being a shit, you didn't want anything...
Then he put on twitter, that he had knocked me out'…
That's because of the sexual fantasy he has with Pacquiao...
Then he went to San Juan, to look for prisoners' chickens...
Misinforming me there and he didn't gain anything with it...
Because they called me from right there, so that I could speak…
And I told them it was a Colosseum, when he showed his face...
If we talk about the neighborhood, in your neighborhood they fired you...
Please, even those who were not there know that…
That they don't love you, neither in 24, nor in the tower...
And they're going to blow up your tower if you don't run like Forest...
That's why you moved to the mountain where you are right now...
And if there is a witch in Petare, she must be in La Dolorita...
In my neighborhood, wherever I stand, they respect me...
And you keep screwing up, the studio is hers, her toilet...
Do you remember when you got involved with a chamito...
And the deceased Kraken in the Sambil, a blow hit you...
And you didn't do nah, like when Eder caught you with Squirrel...
And you handed me over, saying that the one with the mess was just me...
And you saved your skin, so that they would kill me...
And I have the bases when it comes to making things clear...
In my house, I kept you for more than a year
Giving you clothes and food, so get off that cloud
With the one that broke my forehead, from a bottle
I got pissed off, when you were crossing your arms
And if they went to look for me, to kill me if I tell them
But through that back door, you jumped with me
When you came out for me? Don't lie, I didn't force her
That I do go around with a gun, since I was fourteen
I count on my pulse, you on the pulse of your friends
Because even if they throw me with bazookas, they won't be able to hit me
In Guerrilla Seca, nobody loved you
'Cause your rap sounded like crap
Everyone told you and you never wanted to see it
And instead of making good music, you made me jealous
You began to envy me, something that everyone knew
Because in Guerrilla Seca, I was the best of the group
Without GCK you would be a zero to the left
Because all your life, your music has been shit
And with the underground story, you want to play the countryman
But you improved, it was when you heard Los Aldeanos
You evolved, it was a few years paca
Everything you learned, was with me at GCK
You have no morals, to talk about Reggaetoneros
Because long before being a rapper, you were a merengue player
With false hair, and dancing choreographies
I'm dying of laughter, just remembering those days
Do you remember that time we fell prisoner in Baruta
And you cried just like the bitch herself
We went to sing on the floor, and to grab guns
They stopped us, and you cried and even called Lola
You don't have balls, you've always been a crybaby
And in the streets they know you but by mouth
You in this culture, you stand like Chepa Candela
In this culture, I stand like Nelson Mandela
That at the point of gossip, and throwing men
That's the only way, to put your name on sona
Sometimes I think maybe you were drunk
In throwing tips at me, in a song that you made for Nacho
You filled with hate, when you saw me in the movie
And you finished everything, with your ridiculous tips
I always wanted to ask you something, Arvei Angulo Rivas
Why shoot 3 Owners, to end up blowing the Nigga
That after I did the choir for you, you left to fix your messes
I eat a jerk for you, I stayed committed
As with Free But Prisoner, let me take it out on my own
I moved everything for both of us, and you didn't put a single bolus
You jumped out and left me a debt of sixty sticks
I don't know how you have, the holy balls of negalo
There are sealed papers and with joint signatures
Or do you think I'm like you, out there throwing spikes
Now he is, I asked for a loan and I had not told him
Put that story to another, you do not pay per bug
Now you think you're a thug throwing lead on stage
And in the street you don't have balls, not even a Chinese
She wanted to give it to him, buying a 115
And they told him to get off, otherwise he wants to die
Arvei, I murdered you by law
You can't beat me, not even in a Parley game
And you know that Flow Shit doesn't scare me
They are pure string puppets, which they handle c
And if they went to look for me, to kill me if I tell them
But through that back door, you jumped with me
When you came out for me? Don't lie, I didn't force her
That I do go around with a gun, since I was fourteen
I count on my pulse, you on the pulse of your friends
Because even if they throw me with bazookas, they won't be able to hit me
In Guerrilla Seca, nobody loved you
'Cause your rap sounded like crap
Everyone told you and you never wanted to see it
And instead of making good music, you made me jealous
You began to envy me, something that everyone knew
Because in Guerrilla Seca, I was the best of the group
Without GCK you would be a zero to the left
Because all your life, your music has been shit
And with the underground story, you want to play the countryman
But you improved, it was when you heard Los Aldeanos
You evolved, it was from a few years to here
Everything you learned, was with me at GCK
You have no morals, to talk about Reggaetoneros
Because long before being a rapper, you were a merengue player
With false hair, and dancing choreographies
I'm dying of laughter, just remembering those days
Do you remember that time we fell prisoner in Baruta
And you cried just like the bitch herself
We went to sing on the floor, and to grab guns
They stopped us, and you cried and even called Lola
You don't have balls, you've always been a crybaby
And in the streets they know you but by mouth
You in this culture, you stand like Chepa Candela
In this culture, I stand like Nelson Mandela
That at the point of gossip, and throwing men
That's the only way, to make your name sound
Sometimes I think maybe you were drunk
In throwing tips at me, in a song that you made for Nacho
You filled with hate, when you saw me in the movie
And you finished everything, with your ridiculous tips
I always wanted to ask you something, Arvei Angulo Rivas
Why shoot 3 Owners, to end up blowing the Nigga
That after I did the choir for you, you left to fix your messes
I eat a jerk for you, I stayed committed
As with Free But Prisoner, let me take it out on my own
I moved everything for both of us, and you didn't put a single dollar
You jumped out and left me a debt of sixty sticks
I don't know how you have, the holy balls of denying it
There are sealed papers and with joint signatures
Or do you think I'm like you, out there throwing spikes
Now he is, I asked for a loan and he had not told him
Put that story to another, you don't pay for being a bug
Ahora te crees malandro echando plomo en tarima
Y en la calle no tienes bolas, ni pa jala una china
Se la quiso dar de lacra, comprándose un 115
Y le dijeron fue bájese, sino quiere morirse
Arvei, yo a ti te asesino por ley
Tu no puedes conmigo, ni en una partida de Parley
Y tu sabes que Flow Mierda no me mete miedo
Son puros títeres con hilos, que manejan con los dedos
Now you think you're a thug throwing lead on stage
And in the street you don't have balls, not even a Chinese
She wanted to give it to him, buying a 115
And they told him to get off, otherwise you want to die
Arvei, I murdered you by law
You can't beat me, not even in a Parley game
And you know that Flow Shit doesn't scare me
They are pure puppets with threads, which they handle with their fingers
How they have managed and handcuffed poor Kamus
Something that I already predicted as Nostradamus
Because you are a lambusio, poor of your partners
A poor percussionist, who plays you dirty
Now and that he has money, and everyone likes teeth
You have to stop listening to so much Cosculluela
And stop giving you so many flowers, talking about your assets
That all that you mention in your lyrics, you don't have
I have not bought a skateboard, I bought them for my kids
I give everything to them, because I love them and I love them
And the only way to have bought a truck
It's because you don't buy a doll for your daughter
You called Peper so that he would kill Squirrel
And as you saw pacos around, you marked the mile
The kid was going to do the choir for you, and you left him alone
You have never been a thug Arvei, you are rolo e' mongolo
Of your friends, all of them have turned on you
And now they scream at you, and they want to see you picao
I hang around your house, and you don't leave that den
And you're all entrenched, because you fear for your life
You no longer have to do or say in a Documentary
Giving me straw, and that I send you to kill
If something happens to you, don't say it was me
That more than one wants to explode your light bulb
I'm not going to keep throwing you, because I feel like you slow me down
I have you worse than the coleto of my house
Arvei Angulo your whole life you have been a null
You do not remember in Guatire, what was Pirulo approaching you
And you hid, I showed my face like a serious guy
If I don't speak for you, today you were already in the cemetery
You just turn on push', and only talk about your ego
You did not stay with the song, but with my guebo
