GRANDMASTER Lyrics – Trueno

GRANDMASTER Lyrics Meaning

[Estribillo]
Trueno kicks things off by saying he didn’t even ask for permission—he and his crew just showed up to shake things up again. When he performs, people from all sides raise their hands, showing how he brings everyone together. He knows all the fake stories people tell, and he’s not impressed. What he’s doing isn’t for TV—it’s raw, real, and straight-up confident. And in his eyes, he and his team are simply the best.

[Verso 1]
He starts by keeping it chill but makes it clear some people aren’t really part of his circle. He calls himself the director of the show, like he’s running the whole scene. A lot of people wish they were in his shoes, but Trueno reminds them that there’s only one of him. He gives a playful shoutout to his haters and love to his fans. Some folks come and go, and others seem totally lost. This part is for those crews too, calling out people who’ve disappeared since 2020, like they can’t keep up anymore.

[Estribillo]
Trueno repeats the vibe of crashing the scene without asking. His presence is powerful—when he’s on the mic, everyone raises their hands. He already knows the tricks and lies people try to pull. What he does is too raw for mainstream TV. He doesn’t care about being polished; he just wants to shake things up and keep it real.

[Verso 2]
Now he’s talking about how some people try to come at him in groups, but they don’t have the skills to really challenge him. He calls himself “the one” and says he shuts them down quickly. He’s not hiding, and he questions why others are. He says he didn’t force his way into success; it happened naturally because he’s authentic. Everyone knows how he delivers—he doesn’t switch paths or fake it. From La Boca, a tough neighborhood, he started with street vibes and made it big. Now he’s in the mainstream, but still pushing real hip-hop. Since he was young, he didn’t care about radio play, and now he’s gone global with solo hits. He’s filling stadiums and handling money like a president, but he’s still the same guy. He’s traveling, representing his neighborhood, and waving the flag for Argentina everywhere he goes.

[Estribillo]
Trueno repeats his bold message once more—he doesn’t need to ask for space, he takes it. When he raps, people raise both hands, showing how much he moves crowds. He already knows what the fakers are going to say. This isn’t the kind of thing you’ll see on polished TV—it’s raw and unfiltered. He claims his spot at the top proudly, and if someone’s not dancing, he jokingly says they’re probably the police.

[Outro]
He ends on a wild, almost chaotic note. He says if someone’s not dancing, they’re like the cops—out of place. Then it shifts into a more poetic vibe, describing how rough life can feel, like a jungle. It’s tough to stay grounded, and he’s standing there just watching life go by, taking in the noise and motion. He repeats that feeling—it’s like a jungle—almost like he’s reminding us how hard it is to stay sane in this kind of world.