Clear! Here you have a tiradera: --- **Verse 1:** You think you are the king

Clear! Here you have a tiradera: --- **Verse 1:** You think you are the king, but you don't have a crown, Your rhymes are so cold that not even ice makes you blush. You talk a lot about greatness, but it's all smoke, Your words fade away, like the echo of a dull noise. **Chorus:** Your verses are jokes, They are nothing more than scrap metal, In the battle of rhymes, You're just the charra. Your dreams of glory crumble in the sand, With every line you release, you sink into sorrow. **Verse 2:** They say you are feared, but that is a farce, You are nothing more than a piece of paper, and I am the threat. My flow crushes you, I leave you with no way out, You are the shadow in the corner, I am life. **Chorus:** Your verses are jokes, They are nothing more than scrap metal, In the battle of rhymes, You're just the charra. Your dreams of glory crumble in the sand, With every line you release, you sink into sorrow. A cover that says Merry Christmas 1 Christmas