RUMOR (Non-Explicit)
Algenis
Pre-Cleared
Algenis has produced numerous Mixtapes, including La Nueva Cara in 2007, La Otra Cara in 2008, Drug Lord- The Mix Tape Host By DJ Sincero in 2009, Drug Lord V.2 in 2010, and Tomorrow Never Dies in 2011. More recently, 2022 heralded a period of rebirth and marked a New Era for Algenis. After almost 6 years away from the industry, he re-entered the music scene in partnership with his producers, Digabana & Shadow la Sombra. Indeed, 2022 is just the beginning of several upcoming projects and abundant blessings on his musical journey.
Algenis, also known as DRUGLORD, expresses his deepest gratitude and sends a warm embrace to his listeners.
Custom Track ID
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Composers
Algenis Morillo Ortiz (ASCAP) 100.00%
Original Publishers
Algenis Morillo Ortiz (ASCAP) 100.00%
Master Owners
Algenis Morillo Ortiz 100.00%
Lyrics Spanish
[Coro]
Muchos me quieren matar me queren mal, rumor y si enverdad tienen pa dar, si queres sal yo voy, que donde quera que me vean primero, me van a jalar eso dicen, pero si en realidad te pones pa mi te mueres.
[Verse 1]
Yo ando tranquilo como la mach gillete de 4 filos, partiendole la muneca a todos mis enmigos.
Te guayaste con el negro, mas abajo te los damos, te montamos en el Vtech y por la metro te paseamos. Nos pasamos en el case jugando 2k13 una llamada del chacal monto el dream team desaparecen. Andamo to en retro fly 27 las gloppetas un movimento en falso y a sonar pa las cunetas. Deja los aires de grandeza andamo locos y podridos el juguete en la cintura y con el flow de aborrecio, yo le caigo donde ti a cara pela no me encareto, te los damo a quema ropa y nos guardamos en el guetto. El que quiera Guerra que me paute en sus temas, pa ponerme full pa el y destrozarle su Carrera. Yo te escribe to los temas pa que dejes de charriar y te pongas pa lo que era.
[Coro]
Muchos me quieren matar me queren mal, rumor y si enverdad tienen pa dar, si queres sal yo voy, que donde quera que me vean primero, me van a jalar eso dicen, pero si en realidad te pones pa mi te mueres.
[Verse 2]
Llamense al 911 que la corta esta embucha de bronze, pa soplarte a nombre de Christian Ponce, bo Cierra la boca o te mando 11, tengo una 40 negra y se llama Beyonce. Dime klk klk, yo resalto mas que un disparate, y ustedes tan opacos por que los pintaron mate, le tiro por el scanner quien quiere combate que abro el porton y apunto to estos alicates. Por fatulo yo estoy tirao pa tras pagandom mulos, y ustedes traficando ocatavos si pero pol nulo. Yo te juro que estoy loco que te de con darme pauta. El astronauta sikarito detonando flautas. El de la curva montao con 4 locos en la suburban, jalando fuego con 2 largas pa dentro de la urba, mierma aqui estamos Unido ahora y nadie nos derrumba me baja el vuelo o Reyo te lo tumba.
[Verse 3]
Gruesa la joseaera la cosa a nuestra manera si no sabes de lo que hablas major quedate callao, gruesa la fumaera tu no aguantas lo que quemo, somos los del veneno major que andes preparao.
Bebo no te la juegues que asi de facil te quedas, tu eres un dos caras como la moneda, toque de queda, ni que el undo se acababa en el 21 tu ta loco ahora es q vamo a mangar la funda. Gruesa la joseaera la cosa a nuestra manera si no sabes de lo que hablas major quedate callao, gruesa la fumaera tu no aguantas lo que quemo, somos los del veneno major que andes preparao. Le damo jaqueca la saco y te dejo haciendo muecas, como no paso al cochino tampoco al brinca cuica, te pegas pa ca el bache te salpica, te pones sobrao la 27 te derrite.
[Coro]
Muchos me quieren matar me queren mal, rumor y si enverdad tienen pa dar, si queres sal yo voy, que donde quera que me vean primero, me van a jalar eso dicen, pero si en realidad te pones pa mi te mueres.
Translation
[Chorus]
Many want to kill me, they wish me ill, rumors, and if they really have something to give, if you want, come out, I'll go, because wherever they see me first, they're going to pull me in, they say, but if you really challenge me, you'll die.
[Verse 1]
I'm walking calmly like a four-blade razor, breaking the wrist of all my enemies.
You messed with the wrong person, we give it to you below, we put you on the Vtech, and we take you through the metro. We spent time playing 2k13, a call from Chacal sets up the dream team, they disappear. We're all retro fly 27, the guns ready, one wrong move and you'll be heard in the gutters. Leave your airs of greatness, we're crazy and rotten, the toy on the waist and with the hateful flow, I come to you face to face, I don't back down, we shoot you point-blank, and we hide in the ghetto. Whoever wants war, let them mention me in their songs, to go all out and destroy their career. I write all the songs for you to stop talking nonsense and get back to what you used to be.
[Chorus]
Many want to kill me, they wish me ill, rumors, and if they really have something to give, if you want, come out, I'll go, because wherever they see me first, they're going to pull me in, they say, but if you really challenge me, you'll die.
[Verse 2]
Call 911 because the gun is loaded with brass, to blow you away in the name of Christian Ponce, shut your mouth or I'll send you eleven, I have a black .40, and her name is Beyoncé. Tell me what's up, what's up, I stand out more than nonsense, and you guys are so dull because they painted you matte. I shoot through the scanner, who wants a fight, I open the gate and aim all these pliers. I'm reckless, I'm laid back, paying mules, and you're dealing eighths, but you're nothing. I swear I'm crazy, that I'll give you a beat, the astronaut Sikarito detonating flutes. The one from the curve, riding with four crazy guys in the suburban, pulling fire with two long ones inside the city, look, we're united now, and no one can bring us down, lower your flight or Reyo will bring it down.
[Verse 3]
Thick the smoke, things our way, if you don't know what you're talking about, it's better to stay quiet. Thick the haze, you can't handle what I smoke, we're the poison, you better be prepared. Buddy, don't risk it, that's how easily you'll be gone, you're two-faced like a coin, curfew, as if the world was ending in 21, you're crazy, now we're going to raid the stash. Thick the smoke, things our way, if you don't know what you're talking about, it's better to stay quiet. Thick the haze, you can't handle what I smoke, we're the poison, you better be prepared. We give you a headache, I take it out, and I leave you making faces, as I didn't pass the pig, nor the snobbish rich kid, you come around here, the bump splashes you, you act all high and mighty, the 27 melts you.
[Chorus]
Many want to kill me, they wish me ill, rumors, and if they really have something to give, if you want, come out, I'll go, because wherever they see me first, they're going to pull me in, they say, but if you really challenge me, you'll die.