porta-rico
• Written by wasp
i flow like san juan when the tide get wicked
they capsizin while im out here spillin lyrics
you thought you deep but your shallow like bayfront
my pen the machete that clear out they fake fronts
they tryna dock where the yachts dont anchor
porta-rico flow got em callin the coast guard
you splash in kiddie pools while i dive in trenches
they count they pesos while i stack my dividends
porta-rico drip got the streets in a monsoon
they tryna sip but they lips cant catch the moonsoon
you rentin space while i own the whole condo
they still on shore while my wave hit like el yunque
you basic like bacardi with no lime twist
my rhymes aged like barrilito in oak caskets
they tryna glow but their light like blackout candles
i plant my flag where they scared to paddle
you tourist traps with your counterfeit culture
my roots run deep like ceiba tree structures
they tryna steal flows like colonial pirates
but the treasure maps lead right back to my iris
you still on postcards while im the whole island
they take snapshots but cant frame the horizon
you souvenir stand rhymes, mine custom guayaberas
porta-rico made, every stitch in the letters
porta-rico drip got the streets in a monsoon
they tryna sip but they lips cant catch the moonsoon
you rentin space while i own the whole condo
they still on shore while my wave hit like el yunque
