[Lin-Manuel Miranda] Residente, the first time we met was in Puerto Rico. Your mother was in the room, she took one look at me and said: "Tú tienes que ser nieto de Wisin Miranda" I said: "That's right. How did you know that?" She said: "¡Pero nene, tienes la misma cara! Mira, tu abuelo Wisin y mi mamá eran primos hermamos. You two are cousins Primo, tú y yo descendimos de Gilberto Concepción de Gracia, fundador del Partido Independentista de Puerto Rico. Abogado de Pedro Albizu Campos en Nueva York. Nacimos con revolución en las venas. Entre ritmo de bomba y plena. Y estamos conectados en las malas y en las buenas Now check it [Verso 1] A little blood, a sample of saliva Send it to the lab and get it back and see them try to decla**ify a deoxyribonucleic acid just from one fiber Scientists can separate a strand Tell what percentages descendants you long to understand Send you to the land of oyster and sand A map of the world in the lines of your hand And you'll find what your plan isn't quite what you get You will cry in the rubble with children [?] To remind you to struggle and strife that the trouble with life is that life isn't done with you yet And yet, you would make music make something new from the rhythms and the [?] beyond the images in the news If you can produce it your dreams are lucid, then you spit Keep the horizon siempre pa'l frente Open our eyes, let your rhymes be the puente Cambia este mundo profundamente As our global artists [?] residents (Music) (Residente) (Music) (Residente) (Music) (Residente) (Music) (Residente) (Music) (Residente) (Music) (Residente) (Music) Dale primo