"Desahogo" as written by Luis Armando Lozada and Paul F. Irizarry....
Se me ponen el cinturón...
Y se me aguantan...

Yo no lloro
Si caigo me levanto del lodo
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa'
Yo no lloro
Si caigo me levanto del lodo
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo

They put the belt to me... And they hold to me... I do not cry If I fall I rise of mud Coat the ball-point pen and I to me am relieved do not have to come here to put to me batteries Saying the truths say killá I do not cry If I fall I rise of mud Coat the ball-point pen and I am relieved do not have to come here to put to me batteries Saying the truths say killá to me Okay, this song is not pá to beat to me but That the necessary thing is necessary What it is not necessary this of I am relieved more because the world causes to me leaves Me by pores if they cover this mouth to me and I begin for which they asked to me: "Vico C, now that you are going to remove that they threw to you? That until of your personal life they spoke! Your name used! Filosofo, with you went " I answer to them that if I have been 15 years Singing to them against the things that make damage As they try that by an idiot war Of as much good message that there am grabao goes to me in against You you think that I do not have sufficient lírica to defend to me and to anyone to give clinical But my letters him they are not that My mission with people has much but weight and is not that me guille of shepherd But accepts that this I generate this outside control Everything is sex, everything is violence, by competition and I eat good father I am going to also take care of my descendants of the announcements that are exhibited Like the one of the Coors Lights that says " body you requests it " As saying "My poison it needs to you! It buys my product! Tripea, jumps, and jumps " And there an auspice went away less Then, when I start saying the truth I do not have Good brake, pardons if I am incomodando to you But I am not throwing, I am being relieved I do not cry If I fall I rise of mud Coat the ball-point pen and I to me am relieved do not have to come here to put to me batteries Saying the truths say killá I do not cry If I fall I rise of mud Coat the ball-point pen and I am relieved do not have to come here to put to me batteries Saying the truths say killá to me Politicians that kills by his position That raperos had us in persecution When to be aware that the town wants vacilon Now campaigned its with reggaeton Thus anyone, Sir, already we know what they plot use pá to Us to win, later throw us when they win There is that we can to see truth Which they work by the vote, by the society it does not concern the lives to them that in the district is had lost and pá to gain the elections goes to the small village Embrace my grandmother, greet my uncle But the pasts four years were hidden Brother, you that you claim to be Christian When time a vagabond because it do not give him the hand to Him you say of lejitos "God it blesses to you" But extractions nor a pesito pá not to fill to him to the belly Sight, are watching to you from above the gospel is not to spend saliva If you want that it listens to you, you must give life and give him to a good hug although this dying him of AIDS To the television: That I happen to you, Pope? That if standards one orgía these in ná Vete and does not walk by the street, watches as this and you do not say that you do not have to do with its badness Is the truth, although they hide and to me they deny it I am not going to be hypocritical pá that my discs beat Because I do not belong to the singers who fear to them That they say any thing to tell that they sound them I do not cry If I fall I rise of mud Coat the ball-point pen and I to me am relieved do not have to come here to put to me batteries Saying the truths say killá I do not cry If I fall I rise of mud Coat the ball-point pen and I am relieved do not have to come here to put to me batteries Saying the truths say killá to me Now... Look for distilled alcohol from... And sobate... I said to you... That the tapeworm weighs... Truth... Ecko... (Coat the ball-point pen and I am relieved)
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa'

Okay, esta canción no es pa' pegarme mas
Que lo necesario es necesario
Lo que no hace falta esta de más
Me desahogo porque el mundo me provoca
Me sale por los poros si me tapan esta boca
Y empiezo por los que me preguntaron :
"Vico C, ahora que vas a sacar que te tiraron?
Que hasta de tu vida personal hablaron!
Tu nombre usaron! Filosofo, contigo se pasaron!"
Yo les contesto que si llevo 15 años
Cantándoles en contra de las cosas que hacen daño
Como pretenden que por un guerra tonta
De tanto buen mensaje que he grabao me vaya en contra
Tú crees que yo no tengo suficiente lírica
Para defenderme y a cualquiera darle clínica
Pero mis letras no se tratan de eso
Mi misión con la gente tiene mucho mas peso
Y no es que me guille de pastor
Pero acepta que este genero esta fuera de control
Todo es sexo, todo es violencia, por competencia
Y yo como buen padre voy a cuidar mi descendencia
También de los anuncios que se exhiben
Como el de la Coors Lights que dice "El cuerpo te la pide!"
Como diciendo "Mi veneno te hace falta!
Compra mi producto! Tripea, brinca, y salta!"
Y ahí se fue un auspicio menos
Pues, cuando arranco diciendo la verdad no tengo freno
Bueno, perdona si te estoy incomodando
Pero no estoy tirando, me estoy desahogando

Yo no lloro
Si caigo me levanto del lodo
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa'
Yo no lloro
Si caigo me levanto del lodo
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa'

Los políticos que matan por su posición
Que los raperos nos tenían en persecución
Al percatarse de que el pueblo quiere vacilon
Ahora hicieron sus campañas con reggaeton
Así cualquiera, señor, ya sabemos lo que traman
Nos usan pa' ganar, después nos tiran cuando ganan
Ahí es que podemos ver la verdad
Que trabajan por el voto, no por la sociedad
No les importa las vidas que en el barrio se han perdido
Y pa' ganar las elecciones van al caserío
Abrazan a mi abuela, saludan a mi tío
Pero los pasados cuatro años estaban escondidos
Hermano, usted que dice ser cristiano
Cuando vez un vagabundo porque no le das la mano
Le dices de lejitos "Dios te bendiga!"
Pero no sacas ni un pesito pa' llenarle la barriga
Mira, te están mirando desde arriba
El evangelio no se trata de gastar saliva
Si quieres que te escuche, tienes que darle vida
Y darle un buen abrazo aunque este muriendo de SIDA
A la televisión : Que te paso, papa?
Que si no enseñas una orgía no estas en na'
Vete y camina por la calle, mira como esta
Y no digas que no tienes que ver con su maldad
Es la verdad, aunque se me escondan y lo nieguen
No voy a ser hipócrita pa' que mis discos peguen
Pues yo no pertenezco a los cantantes que les temen
Que dicen cualquier cosa a contar de que los suenen

Yo no lloro
Si caigo me levanto del lodo
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa'
Yo no lloro
Si caigo me levanto del lodo
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa'

Ahora...
Busquen alcoholado...
Y sobate...
Te dije...
Que la tenia pesa...
Verdad...
Ecko...
(Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo!)



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"Desahogo" as written by Paul F. Irizarry Luis Armando Lozada

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