Mis Disculpas [English translation]

[Verse 1]

Before I start, I will give you some valid points.

To rap against you is like abusing a disabled person,

to rap against you is like taking away the air from an old man,

it's like playing "I spy" against José Feliciano.

You're not real, like a cosmetic surgery on the face (not real),

like Sofía Vergara's tits.

Do you want to know what is real?

Real is that in this island we're getting screwed by fiscal control.

Real are the students, teachers, professors,

the Puerto Rican people working for 40 cents per hour.

Real are your daughters, that grew up without you,

and even if you're stupid, they still love you.

Real are the workers mixing gypsum.

Real is your mother, holding on while you were on jail,

she had to use the money for her soup

so you could buy soap, food, cigarettes and clothes.

And this is how you pay her back, pretending you're a hitman.

On her behalf, I'll give it to you with the whole alphabet.

Your plum-sized brain

is the reason why government has to stop closing schools.

And you owe me one, did you forget?

In "Querido FBI", I insulted the federals that arrested you.

You were crying for eleven years, with your ass hurt.

My brother, Oscar López Rivera, was there for 35 years

because he defended your country's flag in every corner.

And you were in jail too, but for selling heroin.

What fucking aspiration?

For eleven years you didn't have to get up early for work.

And now you're bored, getting older,

growing mold in your house, fighting with the mirror,

talking alone with flies, just letting time pass,

doing nothing, playing with balls of thread, like cats.

And I'm here wasting my time,

rapping against a rapper that doesn't know what 6/8 means and still calls himself "Tempo".

You're fake gold in a pawn shop,

you're just an Instagram novel, and I'm on tour.

Your shitty wrestling rap

I wash it down with a glass of milk and little ginger cookies.

I keep eating little rappers with my empty stomach.

I already had you for lunch, and it's not even noon.

While I rhyme, I resurrect Ghandi to make him do yoga.

I'm a jedi master, I kill you without swords, like Yoda.

And of every earthquake, I'm the epicenter,

it's been four years since I shoved it in you, and you still have it inside.

I don't want to be so tough with every word I spit,

what you really need is a good group hug.

And I'm so sorry for this monologue,

but I just wanted to show you a star shining, without needing any astrologist.

[Hook]

Here's the madman, like Don Quixote of La Mancha.

There's no revenge here, hey,

Residente is killing them in their own field.

Here's the madman, like Don Quixote de la Mancha.

There's no revenge here, hey,

Residente is killing them in their own field.

[Verse 2]

Cheap reggaeton DJs, take note.

I was raised in 13th Street, I've always been a humble guy,

in front of Lago Carraizo, in the town of Trujillo.

From the 13th, like Alex Trujillo, with different paths,

with Chezina and Franco "the gorilla" as neighboors.

I write everyday with no one to back me up,

since I was little, I was a fan of Vico C, MC Ceja and Tego Calde.

I went to Perla to rap, down the alley

I was discovered by Carli, along with Elías de León.

And with White Lion, we kill them without using a gun,

without DJ, but with a band we made consoles explode,

with strong lyrics, we never were on the radio.

Without paying them to play us, we filled whole stadiums.

They closed the doors in front of me, they left me hanging,

and at the end I became what you couldn't be.

You have the YouTube hits, because you bought them,

and us, well, we have respect.

Ask Paul McCartney, who can fill coliseums,

but only has 300,000 views on his last video.

So throw away your crown.

Social networks can't determine the value of a person.

So you say I was reggaeton?

At least say that I was tango, bossa nova, cumbia, batucada, mambo,

because fusion is my concept.

With Calle 13 I shoved just half of it, but now with Residente I shove you all of it.

It's not about the musical genre, it's about the artist.

Throw a dembow to Rubén Blades and see how he can work with the track.

Rapping I'm an athlete, I practice everyday.

With a rhyme I can make you cry and then laugh.

Reggaeton is about unity, and when I won some awards,

you were the first ones to get up from the chairs.

What did you expect me to do? Turn the other cheek?

If you fuck with me, you'll get yellow fever.

A combination of punchlines, finishing off with a punch in your chin.

I can make nightmares' knees shake.

What you did was to fuck up Hispanic rap.

You throw shit at yourselves, an own goal.

You're so brave, but you actually don't have the guts to go out and protest for the University.

Some may call me an hypocrite.

But I'm a pro-independence living in independent countries.

I had to leave even if I didn't want to.

To play in the big leagues, I have to play outside.

And, as Corretjer says,

without a doubt, I'm a Puerto Rican since I was in the crib, even if I was born in the moon.

And when I'm at Puerto Rico, I protest, I demonstrate,

because without living there, I still pay my taxes.

So, for me, this is serious, not something to be joking around.

I rap even if the theater is empty,

the consonant rhymes are the only thing I worship,

so now I say goodbye in 3/4 beat.

I'm a train with no brakes, spreading good poison,

every time I sound like a thunder, I fill your minds with obscene verses.

In the middle of a ground that is not mine, I drill your brain.

Do you understand? Do you get it? Can you catch this vibe? Do you cachai, like a Chilean would say?

I'm at the top, that's why they pee color green on your pants.

When I rhyme on any stage,

I don't care about weather, and for those who want to silence me,

and push that button, I spit on your self esteem.

I tear you to pieces, I kill without bullets,

a knee on your nuts, I go through you with words.

I break apart the delay of a moralist clown,

more square-shaped than a Picasso.

I tangle your brain, clear the path for this bomb.

If your heart can't handle it, get a pacemaker.

Listen how I spell with my words every thing I see.

With every verse, like Galileo, I can make even atheist believe again.

I box with against little rappers, I punch them,

I kick them in their butts, I make them fart.

So, see how I walk through the stage, Resident as vocalist.

My tongue goes at 100mph on a highway.

I have the ballad rappers, and the snobbish hip-hoppers

nodding with their heads, like autistic kids.

I write life's documentaries.

I'm a chronicler, a screenwriter, an anarchist,

I showing a different point of view, a specialist.

When I'm mad, I'm so fast they can't see me, Speedy Gonzalez.

My vocals hit harder than the police force.

My rhymes are Down Syndrome, they're abnormal.

I let every MC in a comma, like vegetables.

[Outro]

Every little kid out there, keep studying, because if you don't, you'll end up like this assholes that can't do a thing. They're stupid, because they dropped school.

Study, don't run, keep studying. So you can make real music. And to those reggaeton fans, you know I'm always with you all. There's nothing else to say. Tego Calderón is my inspiration. From the Ghetto, Arcángel. We hung out together, you know everything we went through, from below. Yomo, my brother, I haven't seen you in a while, but you know I'm always with you. And no one can beat the best improviser of Latin America, Wiso G. Hey, Nelson, take note. Jeff, you murdered the beat. Trooko, learn from this guy, who actually can make beats. Ivy, I love you, you know we'll see each other again and we can drink a juice toast. You know, I carry you with me.

• Artist:Residente