Arcangel Es Chota Lyrics English Translation by Anuel AA
(Real until death, heard, bastard?)
Anuel
(I’m going to screw over all the cops)
La AA
[Verse]
They’re turned off and won’t light up (Brr)
Heading to the Santa Cos and El Duende retirement (Ha!)
One throws shots at Bad, but the other depends on him (Brr)
Arca gives it to the women, and Coscu sets their cars on fire
Abusers (Singing of abusers), frustrated because none of their albums sell anymore (Hahaha!)
I killed them once, now they want me to unearth them
They’re my bitches, “Coscu, to hit us, we’ll throw together”
If you look for a headquarters on Google Maps, your house comes up
And in front, a checkpoint with like a hundred patrols
Arca, quit the coke habit, I told you to tie up your boots (You didn’t tie up your boots, bastard)
And you put on the guard ones, singing of cops (Singing of cops)
Bragging about the streets, and you’re [?] from Boca (Hahaha)
More street than you is KAROL, I’m the one who made her tough (She was beautiful, oh)
We know your hidden side
Walking with the lady and the kids, pills and coke inside the bag (Shh; haha)
We turned you into a kidnapped cockroach in the castle (Sniffer)
We gave you a beating, and you were scared, crying from the fright (Crybaby)
Your mom defends you, and you always mistreat her (You’re the rat)
Supposedly smoking Portobello, devil, bastard, what’s with the nonsense? (What’s with the nonsense? Haha)
Your baby mama’s brother took out her shit (Do as you’re told)
Supposedly “the genre’s elf,” bastard, you’re my sidekick (You’re my sidekick), brr (Shot to the face)
Bad Bunny is about to kiss you right now
You’re like Scarface, your tablecloth smells like coke (Sniffer, hehe)
Legends never die, damn it
Today La Maravilla dies, the boat, and the princess (Brr)
Living like in GTA, millionaire with all the cheat codes (With all the cheats; brr)
Coscu is turned off, with fingers in the trapped ass (Haha!)
Arcángel smells, and Coscu every day is thirty pali (Damn junkie)
No wonder he mentions Cali’s coke in all his songs (Cali’s coke)
The venereal infections you gave to Lali (Oh)
The so-called millionaires on foot, without a car like Tali (Haha!)
Why do you mention FARC if they don’t respect you?
El Duende is stroking Santa Cos’s pot (Haha!)
I’m with my devils in the bad times and the good times (Brr)
I passed by Arca’s house, and the sirens went off (Hahaha)
Let 6ix9ine die, I don’t feel sorry for that cop (I don’t feel sorry)
Bastard, you were the punch and bat for the kid’s mom (Haha, singing of cops!)
When I’m never sick is when there’s no Perco (Oh, I apply it)
Between devils, we fought with balls, me and the one-eyed (Rest in peace, Pacho)
Unhappy ones, stole Kendo’s money
Coscu slapped you at Calibash, they put you in all the concerts (I stole your woman)
I went from little money (Haha)
To kill the depression that all of PR has given to Austincito’s mom (Oh)
Before the cults, Hector took you as a drum (Uh, uh, oh)
It’s not the same anymore, Lele is not there with the notebook
The broke parties, melted faces, all turned to the side (Broke parties)
(Since we first warred, you’ve been silent, I haven’t heard you)
You, you’re stuck (Coscu, cop, unlocked, haha)
A million so that AMIRI prostitutes me (Brr)
And your mom and your brother-in-law are sly ones (They’re sly)
You have your woman hooked, smoking your cigarettes (The cigarettes)
Brr, “Passion of the Sparrow” (Haha)
Let’s talk about the threesomes she had with Gargoyles and Nicky Jam (Brr, oh)
Frabi, your younger brother is looking for you, Eyner (What? Eyner)
You didn’t write him in jail, you don’t give him a cent (Did you forget, bastard?)
But there’s money for hoes and Hermès bags (Brr)
He got out of prison, and no one went to get him after seven years in the Federal (Brr, get with the times)
Bunch of pigs, that’s your thing (That’s your thing)
Thank God it’s music, because otherwise, you’d be dead (Because otherwise, you’d be dead, bastard)
Talking about my woman while yours has the whole crew in her (That slut, bastard)
Talking about Lali, Austincito’s face got shots of milk (I gave her the milk)
You bit yourself over the photo with Dominio (With Dominio, brr)
Talk about Carmen, who looks like the monkey from the Planet of the Apes (Haha!)
You say I’m sick to hide yourself
Nicky got mad because you gave Janexsy herpes (Hehe)
Now he’s going to deny it in an interview with Chente (An interview with Chente)
He’ll post evidence that he’s clean, but remember (But remember)
We know that anyone sells out for money (Ass kisser)
Unmasking pigs, no, unmasking El Duende (I shit on your mother)
Let them listen to your old diss track to Jowell and Randy
You threw the same shit at me, you don’t have a pencil anymore (You’re old, bastard)
My house is worth seven million, I’m Illuminati (Illuminati)
I started buying tanks, that’s why I sold the Bugatti (Bastard, you’re not making more money than me, La AA)
The Lambo is worth a million, you bragging about your whole career
With the Panamera, and I bought it in prison (I’m better than you, I sing better than you)
From smelling coke so much, you messed up your heart (I rap more than you)
Singing about cops, you’ve never earned a million per concert (I’m more of a son of a bitch than you)
You don’t fill stadiums or coliseums (Or coliseums)
The toughest thing you’ve done in your life is fill the Choliseo (Brr)
In Stake, they gave me eight million to play roulette (I do talk to power, it leaves you crazy)
You got eight million in cookies (Brr)
Damn, don’t keep talking shit, your teeth are at stake (Singing of cops)
Human rat, you infected Carmen’s womb (Sewer rat)
I am La AA, the devil in person, the three sixes (La AA)
I’m going to erase Rafy’s flow from anyone who gives me a fade (Brr)
The sticks have horns handled by my demons (Brr), brr
Cop, you’ve spoken a couple of testimonies (That with a beating, you get a couple of bricks)
Keep taking advantage of the innocence of my son (You’ll see he’s around there)
That’s no longer about Justin, now it’s about Austin, this wake (Singing, son of a great whore)
Singing like a pig, chewing on stakes, smelling like Perco (Haha!)
Wherever I see you, I’m going to give you a beating on the fence (We break your fence)
Tempo’s bug is what you’re going to have for lunch (Swallow it)
You haven’t seen what a devil looks like when he’s about to become god (I’m going to give it to you, got it, bastard?)
You don’t understand? Then, I’m going to break it down for you (I’m going to break it down)
I assume so much that you inject, I walk in your corner all pumped up (Junkie)
What farm are you going to brag about, if that looks like a field in Corozal? (Haha)
You throw it now after you sucked it in the Federal (Brr; in the Federal)
In any mesh, a mouse comes out for you
Count that you were talking about me when you had the heart attack (I lower all the envy, bastard)
Look for the electroshock, but let it be from perico (Parrot)
Mocking that I set someone up? You’re a federico (Snitch), brr
If I get arrested, I already know it was you (Snitch)
Sperm-drinker, when you speak, it sounds like “glu glu glu” (Motherfucker)
I’m Jordan, they can’t handle me, and even if I have the flu (The AA)
I show up right away, bastard, I’m not Beetlejuice (Brr)
Asshole, I’m going to kill you so Carmen can resume the strike from Teodoro to Bayamón (To Bayamón)
You preferred waiting for a judge to see if justice is served (If justice is served)
You judged the alcoholic on Instagram and in all the news (What a joker)
But you’re still campaigning, sponsored by the president (Fake)
Charlatan (Hypocrite), your evil plan backfired (Your plan backfired)
You have chains, but where are the chains of all your clan? (Haha)
You’re exposed (You’re exposed), hiding the money you had saved (Had saved)
Who’s at war? With you or with the jerk who’s written everything for you?
Snitch, your skinnies are like Young Miko’s jeans (Young Miko’s)
Chant of the chota, for you, they exposed Finito (Chota and mouse)
The Ocean video was to send it to Austincito (Oh), brr
You crossed all the lines talking about my family
I’m coming at you, remember that I know your entire life (Your whole life)
Sometimes, you’re so drunk that you pee in your sleep (Piss yourself)
Drunkard, go to Alcoholics Anonymous, come to your senses (Deal with that)
You cry when your drunkenness is discussed (Drunkenness)
But secretly, you’re texting RobGz with desire (Oh)
If the brother were a cop, he wouldn’t be with me (Really?)
You mentioned him and reinforced security outside (They’re all cops, jerk)
Patrols multiplied, and sirens doubled (Chant of the chota)
This Christmas, there’s no Christmas Eve for the Elf
You’re recycling rhythms, I got you now (Got you now)
Even he’s kneeling, and the one who writes to you, take care of him, or he’ll be kidnapped (Will be kidnapped)
In the first one, all I did was vent (Vent)
But in this one, I’m possessed, they have to exorcise me (Brr, amen)
Do you know how many bastards want to kill me? (Want to kill me)
And when I come down to the island, they have to suck me (Suck me off)
With Bad, you went to the dealer after licking his ass (Licking his ass)
Rat disguised as a human (Rat), you like pure white (Coke sniffer)
I don’t talk to crackheads (Crackheads), I talk to the tough ones
With bullets above, double clips, and guns without safety (Brr, brr)
No farewells for anyone (Brr), let it be midnight (Brr)
If you want war, I’ll kill you, I don’t avoid clashes (Don’t avoid clashes)
Damn marvel, get out of the closet
Your mouth stinks of shit, and you have milk on your mustache (Chant of the pig, Nicky’s)
You throw shit on the track like you did to Polaco (To Polaco)
All the time mentioning the dick, jerk, if you want, I’ll pull it out (I’ll pull it out)
Look at your videos and your portraits (Your portraits)
You’re skinny, old, and big-headed, you look like a junkie (Damn junkie), dick licker
[Outro]
Brr
What “touring with balls,” what the hell, jerk?
You don’t do a damn tour, jerk
You sing in nightclubs and festivals, idiot
You’ve never made the millions I’ve made on tours, idiot
Unhappy, I shit on your mother
Jerk, don’t you get tired of making up shit in all your disses?
A shit talker, making up any stupidity that comes to your empirical mind, jerk
What “my dad” what, jerk? I don’t have a cop dad
Who are you going to shoot on 181, jerk? If all you have are a bunch of cops at your house, jerk
You and all yours are cops, jerk
You guys are the ones who look for big problems, and to avoid fighting, you snitch under the water, jerk
You shot at RobGz when he shot you and told you he was on his way to your house
Right away, you started snitching again
Daddy, don’t talk to women about gangster problems
You started talking to Priscila so she would call them, jerk
In case something happens, so they snitch
Because the streets are for men, dick licker
Don’t involve women, you don’t have any issues, dick licker
I’m going to break your face when I see you, idiot
You’ll see what will happen so you and your family snitch, jerk
Life is beautiful until we catch you, and we grab you by the neck
If you say I’m going to file a complaint, why do you have so many cops in front of your house?
All those federals, the chant of the chota, jerk
You talk to a gangster, and an Xposed comes out right away
Even with a photo, jerk
Jerk, you’re the chota, you and all your people are the chota, jerk
And everyone who supports you is the chota, jerk
Everyone respects me
And enemies have to suck my dick
I have more soldiers than you
I have more devils than you, more money than you
I rap more than you, hustle more than you
And I sing more than you
And I write more than you, jerk, you haven’t written a single one of your disses
And don’t talk a damn thing about Pacho, because among gangsters, we understand each other
And we fought and settled, and fought again and settled again among gangsters
But you’ll never relate to any of that, jerk
Because among gangsters and brothers, we tell each other the truth in the face, whether we like it or not, jerk
You’re just with a bunch of ass-kissers who say “yes” to everything you do
And that’s why you’re dissing me, and you’re going to die, jerk
Your career is going to end, dick licker
All those who diss me, after six months, their careers die, they disappear
And they never hit a damn song again, like Coscu, haha!
You mention Presi, and if Presi were alive, he’d shoot you right now to keep you talking shit
Rest in peace, brother
Real until death