Pecador - Residente

Del pecado el máximo exponente

Tengo suerte

Si supieran lo que tengo en la cabeza

Me daban pena de muerte

No soy un dulce navideño

Dentro de un calcetín

No soy cookies &cream

Soy el que llega a tu casa

A orinarte el jardín

Aunque no tenga con quien batallar

Siempre estoy en el ring

La he cagado mal

Pero siempre caigo parado

Como quiera en todos lados

Sigo señalado

Que tire la primera piedra

El que esté libre de pecados

Me pongo pesado

Cuando estoy tomado

Y les da miedo porque saben que estoy

Armado con mis dedos en la computadora

Haciendo fricción con el teclado

Disparo letras en la compu

En la libreta o en la servilleta

Soy más peligroso que un fanático

Religioso con dos escopetas

Escucho voces

Cada vez que apago la luz

Cuando me cuestiono

Lo que no te cuestionaste tú

Por eso a veces los versos que escribo

Hacen que a Jesús se le salgan los clavos de la cruz

Soy Jack en el resplandor

El destripador lirical, un depredador

El que los mete en el comedor

Encima del picador y se los come sin tenedor

Soy las puertas en el acensor

Cuando no abren en el medio de un temblor

El dolor que no pudo curar el doctor

Un abusador de raperos como un pastor

Predicador, cuando abusa de un menor

Soy un pecador

Porque rezo solo cuando el avión se menea

Porque no soy lo que la gente quiere que sea

Porque no creo en las cosas hasta que las vea

Voy contra la marea

Y no creo en el infierno, ni en el cielo

Ni en los cuentos de la tierra santa

Uno vive lo que el cuento aguanta

Cuando muera voy a ser abono pa’las plantas

Y los gusanos de la tierra se levantan

Se comen mi cuerpo, se atragantan y mi

Espíritu se transplanta al cuarto de tus hijos

Y en la noche junto a sus ositos de peluche

Los espanta

Soy un pecador

Porque tengo que calmarme con pastillas de la farmacia

Pa no matar a estos youtuber de mierda

Que hacen comedia por instagram y no dan gracia

Soy un pecador

Porque mi única virtud es que estoy lleno de defectos

Me encanta ofender a los que quieren proyectar

Su intelecto con su dialecto políticamente correcto

Soy un pecador

Porque no soy fiel

En mi cabeza tengo un burdel

Y el sexo que tengo es políticamente incorrecto

Como un hotel de bajo nivel

Cuerpos llenos de miel con crema de pastel

Asumo mi papel de darle a todas en las nalgas

Con el malhumor de un padrastro

Que tiene criar un hijo que no es de él

Soy un pecador

Porque odio a los raperos

Traperos y reguetoneros que desde la tribuna

Se quiere comer el mundo, el sol y la luna

Pero sus letras se ahogan con una aceituna

Tengo la vacuna, pa los que joden la música

Y hacen fortuna

Yo los pongo a dormir en la cuna

Les quito la hambruna cuando en sus caras

Me raspo una como Ozuna

Hago música aunque no genere ingreso

Mejor que me recuerden porque me expreso

Tirando «punchlines"en exceso

Porque tengo más barras que una cárcel para presos

Los dejo tiesos cuando tiro con más peso

Que un luchador de sumo, obeso, envuelto

En un taco de harina con queso

Por eso, soy un pecador

Porque rapeando sin arrodillarme

Me confieso

No conozco el suelo

Porque siempre vuelo

En una orquesta de violines

Soy el cello

El Residente, siempre diferente

No hay gemelo, nada paralelo

En este juego, soy la sal

Que le cambió el sabor al caramelo

Cuando mis palabras se cubren

El rostro con pañuelo, me desvelo

Soltando golpes en línea soy Canelo

Con mis herramientas yo los desmantelo

Como un ladrón con hambre

Desmantela un auto último modelo

A estos polluelos, desde la granja

Se le brotan los celos porque me ven

Con anhelo cuando miran para el cielo

Y desde antes de que empiece el duelo

Ya huelen a muerto como un bisabuelo

Esta es mi plaza y si la traspasas

Mi lengua como una serpiente sin brazos

Los asfixia cuando los abraza porque

El Residente se prospasa mal con estos niños

Como los que se violaba Michael Jackson en su casa

La mayoría son rockstar versión infantil

Sacados de una banda juvenil, tratando de ser hostil

Pa’la foto del perfil

De ellos me río como Janeiro de Brasil

Una gana feroz de pendejos sin voz

Son arroz chino sin arroz

Son un hola y adiós

Sus carreras se acaban rápido, veloz

Como la eyaculación precoz

Caen como dominós

Cuando la vena de la frente se me brota

Los hago mierda, color terracota

Estos idiotas, con la cara tatuada

Los prendo en fuego fácil

Así como Cypres enciende la mota

Soy un pecador

Con muchas victorias y cero derrotas

Los que critican mi rap

Van detrás de mis pelotas

Porque mi rima cuando camina

Por encima del agua flota

A mi me siguen aunque esté en bancarrota

Sin plata pa' la cuota

En el rap en español nos ponemos las botas

Soy un pecador

Porque hoy el jip jop se escribe con jota

I’m the Residente

The repeat ofender in sins

Im lucky

If they only knew what’s on my mind

I would get the death penalti

Im not a christmas Candy

Inside the stocking

Im not cookies and cream

Im the one that goes to your house

To pee in your garden

Even if I don’t have anyone to battle with

Im always inside the ring

I’ve messed up

But I always end up on two feet

I am looked upon

Everywhere I go

Those that are free of sin

May he cast the first Stone

I’m not nice

When I am drunk

And they get scared because they know I am loaded with my fingers on the

computer

Creating friction with the keyboard

I spew out words in the computer

The notebook or a napkin

Im more dangerous than a religious

Fanatic with two guns

I Hear voices

Everytime I turn off the light

When I question myself

What you didnt question yourself

Thats why sometimes the rhymes I write cause Jesus to lose some screws from the

cross

Im in Jack in the brightness

The lyrical ripper, a predator

The one that puts them in the mess hall

On top of the shredder and eats them without a fork

I’m the elevators' door

When they open in the Middle of an earthquake

The pain the doctor couldn’t cure

An abuser of rappers, like a priest

Preacher, then they abuse of a child

I am a sinner

Because I pray when the plane shakes

Because Im not what people want me to be

Because I don’t believe in anything until i see it

I swim against the currents

And I don’t believe in hell nor heaven

Nor in the stories from the Holy Land

You can put up with all that you can stand

When I die, I will be manure for the plants

And earthworms rise

Eat mybody, they choke and my

Spirit lands in your childrens' room

And during the night, next to their teddy bears

Scares them

Im a sinner

Because I have to calm down with over the counter pills

So I don’t kill these shitty YouTubers that do comedy via Instagram and aren’t

funny

Im a sinner

Because my only virtue is that I am full of

Defects

I love to offend those who try to show off their intellect with their

politically correct dialogue

Im a sinner

Because I am not faithful

There’s a whorehouse in my head

And I have polictically incorrect sex

Like a low level hotel

Bodies full of honey and pastry cream

I take ownership of role of spaking them in the butt, with the stepfather’s bad

mood

That has to raise achild that is not his

Im a sinner

Because I hate rappers

Trappers, and reguetoneros that want to take over the world, the sun and the

moon

But their lyrics choke with one olive

I have the vaccine for those who mess up music and get Rich

I put them to sleep in their crib

I relieve their hunger when in their faces

I rub one like Ozuna

I make music even if it doesnt make a profit

I rather they remember me because I express myself, throwing punchlines in

excess

Because I have more bars than a jail

I leave them stiff when I throw at them with all my weight like a sumo wrestler,

obese, wrapped in a taco of cheese and flour

Thats why Im a sinner

Because, rapping without sinning

I confess

I don’t know the ground

Because I always fly

In a violin orchestra

Im the cello

The Residente, always different

There’s no twin, no parallel

In this game, I am the salt

That changed caramel’s flavor

When my words cover their faces

With a handkerchief, Ican’t sleep

Throwing punches like Canelo

With my tolos I disarm you

Like a hungry thief

I dismantle the latest model

From the farm, these Little ducklings

Exude jealousy, because they look at me with longing when they look to the sky

And before the duel begins

They smell like death, like my great grandpa

This is my turf and if you cross it

My tongue, like an armless snake, will choke them when it hugs them because

The Residente crosses the line with these kids like Michael Jacksondid when he

raped them in his home

Most of them are kids' versions of rockstars, taken from a juvenile band,

trying to be bad

For their profile picture

I laugh at then like Rio De Janeiro Brasil

A bunch of assholes without a voice

They are chinese rice without rice

A hello, goodbye

Their careers end fast, immediately

Like premature ejaculation

They fall like dominoes

When the vein in my forehead stands out

I make them into chicken shit, terracota color

These idiots, with their tatooed faces

I easily light them up

Like Cypress lights up a joint

Im a sinner

With lots of wins and no loses

Those who criticize my rap

They go after my balls

Because my rhyme when it walks

On top of the wáter it floats

They follow me even if I’m broke

Without money for rent

We strap on our boots in Spanish rap

Im a sinner

Because today we write «jip jop"with a «J»

Of sin the maximum exponent

I'm lucky

If they only knew what's on my mind

they gave me the death penalty

I'm not a Christmas candy

inside a sock

I'm not cookies & cream

I'm the one who comes to your house

to pee in the garden

Although I have no one to fight

I'm always in the ring

I screwed up badly

But I always land on my feet

As you want everywhere

I'm still singled out

cast the first stone

He who is without sin

I get heavy

when i'm drunk

And it scares them because they know I'm

Armed with my fingers on the computer

Doing friction with the keyboard

I shoot letters at the computer

In the notebook or on the napkin

I'm more dangerous than a fanatic

Religious with two shotguns

I hear voices

Every time I turn off the light

when i question

What you did not question

That's why sometimes the verses I write

They make Jesus pull out the nails of the cross

I'm Jack in the glow

The lyrical ripper, a predator

The one who puts them in the dining room

On top of the chopper and eats them without a fork

I am the doors in the elevator

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

The pain that the doctor could not cure

A rapper molester like a pastor

Preacher, when he abuses a minor

I am a sinner

'Cause I pray only when the plane is rocking

'Cause 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, nor in heaven

Not even in the tales of the holy land

One lives what the story endures

When I die I will be fertilizer for the plants

And the worms of the earth rise

They eat my body, they choke and my

Spirit is transplanted to the room of your children

And at night with her teddy bears

scares them away

I am a sinner

Because I have to calm down with pills from the pharmacy

To not kill these shitty youtuber

That they do comedy on instagram and they are not funny

I am a sinner

Because my only virtue is that I'm full of flaws

I love to offend those who want to project

Your intellect with your politically correct dialect

I am a sinner

Because I'm not faithful

In my head I have a brothel

And the sex I have is politically incorrect

Like a low-end hotel

Bodies full of honey with cake cream

I assume my role of hitting everyone in the buttocks

With the mood of a stepfather

What does he have to raise a son that is not his

I am a sinner

Cause I hate rappers

Trappers and reggaeton players who from the stands

It wants to eat the world, the sun and the moon

But his lyrics are drowned with an olive

I have the vaccine, for those who fuck music

and they make a fortune

I put them to sleep in the crib

I take away the famine when in their faces

I scrape one like Ozuna

I make music even if it doesn't generate income

You better remember me 'cause I express myself

Pulling "punchlines" excessively

Because I have more bars than a jail for prisoners

I make 'em stiff when I pull more weight

That an obese sumo wrestler wrapped up

In a flour taco with cheese

That's why I'm a sinner

Because rapping without kneeling

I confess

I don't know the ground

Because I always fly

In a violin orchestra

I am the cello

The Resident, always different

There is no twin, nothing parallel

In this game, I'm the salt

What changed the flavor of the caramel

When my words are covered

The face with a handkerchief, I wake up

Dropping punches online I'm Canelo

With my tools I dismantle them

Like a hungry thief

Dismantle a late model car

To these chicks, from the farm

Jealousy flares up because they see me

With longing when they look to the sky

And since before the duel begins

They already smell dead like a great-grandfather

This is my square and if you cross it

My tongue like a snake without arms

He suffocates them when he hugs them because

The Resident misbehaves with these children

Like the ones Michael Jackson raped in his house

Most are rockstar children's version

Pulled from a youth gang, trying to be hostile

For the profile photo

I laugh at them like Janeiro from Brazil

A ferocious desire for voiceless assholes

They are Chinese rice without rice

They are a hello and goodbye

Their careers are over fast, fast

Like premature ejaculation

They fall like dominoes

When the vein in my forehead sprouts

I make them shit, terracotta color

These idiots, with the tattooed face

I light them on easy fire

Just as Cypres lights up the mote

I am a sinner

With many wins and zero losses

Those who criticize my rap

They go after my balls

Because my rhyme when she walks

Above the water floats

They follow me even though I'm bankrupt

Without money for the fee

In rap in Spanish we put on our boots

I am a sinner

Because today the jip jop is written with a jot

I'm the Resident

The repeat offend in sins

im lucky

If they only knew what's on my mind

I would get the death penalty

Im not a Christmas Candy

Inside the stocking

Im not cookies and cream

Im the one that goes to your house

To pee in your garden

Even if I don't have anyone to battle with

Im always inside the ring

I've messed up

But I always end up on two feet

I am looked upon

Everywhere I go

Those that are free of sin

May he cast the first Stone

I'm not nice

When I am drunk

And they get scared because they know I am loaded with my fingers on the

computers

Creating friction with the keyboard

I spew out words in the computer

The notebook or a napkin

Im more dangerous than a religious

Fanatic with two guns

I Hear voices

Everytime I turn off the light

When I question myself

What you didn't question yourself

Thats why sometimes the rhymes I write cause Jesus to lose some screws from the

cross

I'm in Jack in the brightness

The lyrical ripper, a predator

The one that puts them in the mess hall

On top of the shredder and eats them without a fork

I'm the elevators' door

When they open in the Middle of an earthquake

The pain the doctor couldn't cure

An abuser of rappers, like a priest

Preacher, then they abuse of a child

I am a sinner

Because I pray when the plane shakes

Because Im not what people want me to be

Because I don't believe in anything until I see it

I swim against the currents

And I don't believe in hell nor heaven

Nor in the stories from the Holy Land

You can put up with all that you can stand

When I die, I will be manure for the plants

And earthworms rise

Eat my body, they choke and my

Spirit lands in your children's room

And during the night, next to their teddy bears

scares them

Im a sinner

Because I have to calm down with over the counter pills

So I don't kill these shitty YouTubers that do comedy via Instagram and aren't

funny

Im a sinner

Because my only virtue is that I am full of

Defects

I love to offend those who try to show off their intellect with their

politically correct dialogue

Im a sinner

Because I am not faithful

There's a whorehouse in my head

And I have politically incorrect sex

Like a low level hotel

Bodies full of honey and pastry cream

I take ownership of the role of spaking them in the butt, with the stepfather’s bad

mood

That has to raise a child that is not his

Im a sinner

Because I hate rappers

Trappers, and reggaeton players who want to take over the world, the sun and the

moon

But their lyrics choke with one olive

I have the vaccine for those who mess up music and get Rich

I put them to sleep in their crib

I relieve their hunger when in their faces

I rub one like Ozuna

I make music even if it doesn't make a profit

I rather they remember me because I express myself, throwing punchlines in

excess

Because I have more bars than a jail

I leave them stiff when I throw at them with all my weight like a sumo wrestler,

obese, wrapped in a taco of cheese and flour

Thats why Im a sinner

Because, rapping without sinning

I confess

I don't know the ground

Because I always fly

In a violin orchestra

Im the cello

The Resident, always different

There's no twin, no parallel

In this game, I am the salt

That changed caramel's flavor

When my words cover their faces

With a handkerchief, I can't sleep

Throwing punches like Canelo

With my tolos I disarm you

Like a hungry thief

I dismantle the latest model

From the farm, these Little Ducklings

Exude jealousy, because they look at me with longing when they look to the sky

And before the duel begins

They smell like death, like my great grandpa

This is my turf and if you cross it

My tongue, like an armless snake, will choke them when it hugs them because

The Residente crosses the line with these kids like Michael Jacksondid when he

raped them in his home

Most of them are kids' versions of rockstars, taken from a youth band,

trying to be bad

For their profile picture

I laugh at then like Rio De Janeiro Brazil

A bunch of assholes without a voice

They are chinese rice without rice

hello, goodbye

Their careers end fast, immediately

Like premature ejaculation

They fall like dominoes

When the vein in my forehead stands out

I make them into chicken shit, terracotta color

These idiots, with their tattooed faces

I easily light them up

Like Cypress lights up a joint

Im a sinner

With lots of wins and no losses

Those who criticize my rap

They go after my balls

Because my rhyme when it walks

On top of the water it floats

They follow me even if I'm broke

Without money for rent

We strap on our boots in Spanish rap

Im a sinner

Because today we write "jip jop" with a "J"