El Bueno, El Malo Y El Feo - Vico-C, Tego Calderón, Eddie Dee

Oye, el turno es del feo

Así que tírate, tápate

En vez de uno son tres

De la peste los mareé

Soy el que tira como las ve

De la escuela del Vico y del E-D-D

A ti se te trancó el bolo con el cocolo (Cómo?)

Tus sueños de grandeza los desmorono, negrolo

Y eso que están culpándonos, ajorándonos

Hablando bazofia, marginándonos

En vez de ser «Tego, el que te canta»

Podría ser «Tego, el que te asalta», saco 'e trampa

Lucho pa' que mi hija nunca pase hambre

Por esa tienen que matarme

Y no te creas que es de boca pa' fuera, canto 'e collera

Me pongo necio en la rumidera

Yo no tengo culpa de tu fracaso, payaso

Déjame por loco y no hagas caso

Oye lo que te conviene

Llora, llora, nene

Gente como tú sin control me tiene

Tú no pagas mis deudas, ni me das plata

Y es que de verdad no amenaza, guasa guasa

Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá

(Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas)

Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas

(Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?)

Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá

(Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas)

Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas

(Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?)

Siente mi viaje

Directo del clandestinaje

Con un flow salvaje

No hay personaje que se preste pa’l sabotaje

No hay quien pueda con el cangrinaje

Hablan de más y no dan pa' na'

Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas

Muchos philly, muchas armas, mucho bling-bling

Y a la hora de la verdad salen huyendo como Houssein

Esos mecanismos ya yo los conozco

Llevan mil años tratando de tumbarme el quiosco

No se comparan con la letra mía

Porque viven en la isla pero de la fantasía

Pana mío, no te duermas con el trío

Pa' nosotros esto es pan comi’o

Va muy ligero ni sueñes con ser primero

Donde manda capitán no manda marinero

Esto es un junte pa' la historia

De Puerto Rico pal mundo es victoria

Haciendo cosas diferentes

Porque yo no estoy pega’o yo le gusto a la gente

Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá

(Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas)

Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas

(Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?)

Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá

(Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas)

Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas

(Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?)

Aquí llegó el más que tiene muela

Más clásico que Doña Fela

El arquitecto de la vieja escuela

Y se cancelan los planes de los que me celan

Ahora vamos a ver si el gas pela

Porque el pueblo mío come mucho más que Pac-man

Tengo mucho más trucos que el cinturón de Batman

Tus palabras contra la mías se te gastan

Con lo tuyo se aburren, con lo mío se arrastran

Aquí está el bueno, el malo y el feo

Tirando tras nosotros cascaritas de guineo

Pa’l que nos persiga se resbale, fua!

Pa’l que habla del tecato y se le vira la quija'

Gobierno, escucha bien mi queja

Que tengo líricas que pueden destrozarte el chicho de la oreja

De mi abusaste tras las rejas, pero ahora estoy afuera (que qué?)

Y mi defecto no me acompleja

So, salpica, brinca cuica

Que lo que tengo es pica-pica

Tú no me ganas ni en canicas

Y mira quién se los explica, mastica

Llegaron los que aplastan al que critica

Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá

(Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas)

Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas

(Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?)

Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá

(Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas)

Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas

(Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?)

Hey, it's the turn of the ugly

So lay down, cover up

Instead of one there are three

I made them dizzy from the plague

I am the one who shoots as he sees them

From the Vico school and the E-D-D

Your bolo got stuck with the cocolo (How?)

Your dreams of grandeur I crumble them, nigga

And that they are blaming us, saving us

Talking slop, marginalizing us

Instead of being «Tego, the one who sings to you»

It could be «Tego, the one who assaults you», I pull out the trap

I fight so that my daughter never goes hungry

That's why they have to kill me

And do not think that she is from the mouth to 'outside, I sing' and collar

I get foolish in the rumidera

It's not my fault for your failure, clown

leave me crazy and ignore

Hey what suits you

Cry, cry, baby

People like you without control have me

You do not pay my debts, nor do you give me money

And it's really not a threat, joke joke

That I don't know why they want to throw here

(He ran out of oil for his lamps)

And they can't with their so drone lyrics

(Who said there was nothing left, dad?)

That I don't know why they want to throw here

(He ran out of oil in his lamps)

And they can't with their so drone lyrics

(Who said there was nothing left, dad?)

feel my ride

Straight from the underground

With a wild flow

There is no character who lends himself to sabotage

There is no one who can with the cangrinaje

They talk about more and they don't give pa' na'

Your lamps ran out of oil

Lots of philly, lots of guns, lots of bling-bling

And at the moment of truth they run away like Houssein

I already know those mechanisms

They've been trying to knock down my kiosk for a thousand years

They don't compare to my handwriting

Because they live on the island but from the fantasy

My friend, don't fall asleep with the trio

For us this is a piece of cake

It goes very light, don't even dream of being first

Where the captain rules, the sailor does not rule

This is a meeting for history

From Puerto Rico to the world is victory

doing different things

Because I'm not attached or people like me

That I don't know why they want to throw here

(He ran out of oil in his lamps)

And they can't with their so drone lyrics

(Who said there was nothing left, dad?)

That I don't know why they want to throw here

(He ran out of oil in his lamps)

And they can't with their so drone lyrics

(Who said there was nothing left, dad?)

Here came the most that has a tooth

More classic than Doña Fela

The old school architect

And the plans of those who are jealous of me are canceled

Now let's see if the gas peels

Because my people eat much more than Pac-man

I got a lot more tricks than Batman's belt

Your words against mine are spent

With what's yours they get bored, with what's mine they drag

Here's the good, the bad and the ugly

Throwing banana peels behind us

Pa'l that persecutes us slips, fua!

Pa'l who talks about the tecato and his jaw turns

Government, listen well to my complaint

That I have lyrics that can destroy your earlobe

You abused me behind bars, but now I'm out (so what?)

And my defect does not make me complex

So, splash, jump cuica

That what I have is pica-pica

You don't beat me even in marbles

And look who explains it to them, chews

Those who crush the one who criticizes have arrived

That I don't know why they want to throw here

(He ran out of oil in his lamps)

And they can't with their so drone lyrics

(Who said there was nothing left, dad?)

That I don't know why they want to throw here

(He ran out of oil in his lamps)

And they can't with their so drone lyrics

(Who said there was nothing left, dad?)