Redimi2 - El Sanfuanzon Lyrics

Lyrics

Mucha gasolina y no es la del daddy Mucha velocidad sin Ferrari Ando de cacerÃa sin irme de safari Que lo sepa everybody

Que ando sonando like fuuuun, fuuuun Nunca me desanimÃ³ la subestimaciÃ³n Saqué ventaja y solo escuchan el Sanfuanzon El Sanfuanzon Que ando sonando like fuuuun, fuuuun No saben si fue un tornado o si fue un ciclÃ³n Solo saben que escuchan el Sanfuanzon El Sanfuanzon

Cuidado que voy por ahÃ, voy por ahÃ Más cortante que espada de samurai Tengo más enemigos que batuzai Pero la protecciÃ³n divina es la que hay Firme firme y enfocado hacia la meta, meta Sin distracciÃ³n paâ€™ que mi tiempo no se comprometa Veloz e iluminoso como cometa Fui catapultado para alcanzar el planeta

Como Usain bolt no, bro yo Voy Corriendo la carrera como Pablo Soy un paladÃn del reino Hay coherencia en lo que vivo y lo que hablo

Si la mujer de potifar se ve pretty Si ves que la tentaciÃ³n te está venciendo EngaÃ±osa carnada carita de hello kitty Hora de salir huyendo bro

Y que se escuche like fuuuun fuuuun Nunca me desanimÃ³ la subestimaciÃ³n Saqué ventaja y solo escuchan el El Sanfuanzon, el Sanfuanzon Que ando sonando like fuuuun, fuuuun No saben si fue un tornado o si fue un ciclÃ³n Solo saben que escuchan el Sanfuanzon el Sanfuanzon

Lento y furioso, lento y furioso AsÃ avanza el envidioso sin causa Ra ra ra ra rápido y victorioso El de más enfoque, con menos pausa

Ni la subestimaciÃ³n, ni la piraterÃa Ni la frustraciÃ³n, ni la mala economÃa Pudieron detener mi travesÃa Yo corrÃ en fe, en pos de lo que no se veÃa

Tú sigue avanzando y no le bajes No vayas tan cargado de equipaje Levántate si caes, disfruta el aprendizaje Nunca te salgas del camino del viaje Firme hacia delante y no lo dudes más Que nada ni nadie te distraiga Solo faltan 7 vueltas más Dale duro para que ese muro caiga

Mucha gasolina y no es la del daddy Mucha velocidad sin Ferrari Ando de cacerÃa sin irme de safari Que lo sepa everybody

Que ando sonando like fuuuun, fuuuunn Nunca me desanimÃ³ la subestimaciÃ³n Saqué ventaja y solo escuchan el Sanfuanzon El Sanfuanzon Que ando sonando like fuuuun, fuuuun No saben si fue un tornado o si fue un ciclÃ³n Solo saben que escuchan el Sanfuanzon El Sanfuanzon

Video

Redimi2 - EL SANFUANZON (Video Oficial)

Meaning & Inspiration

I’m sitting here with the static of the world still clinging to my jacket, listening to Redimi2 drop this track. Most people look at the church and see pews and manners. I look at it and see a war zone. I look at it and see the only reason I’m not still face-down in the dirt where I spent way too many years.

Redimi2 spits, "Si la mujer de Potifar se ve pretty / Si ves que la tentación te está venciendo / Engañosa carnada carita de hello kitty / Hora de salir huyendo bro."

Man, that hits. Most sermons about Joseph and Potiphar’s wife are these sanitized Sunday school stories about "purity." But when you’ve actually been to the bottom—when you’ve been the guy who had to literally leave his coat behind because he couldn't afford one more compromise—it isn’t a nice lesson. It’s an escape plan. It’s grabbing your gear and bolting out the door because you know, deep in your gut, that if you stay to argue or reason with that temptation, you lose. I’ve tried to reason with sin before. I always lost. The only way to win is to run like the house is on fire, because it is.

And then there’s this line: "Yo corrí en fe, en pos de lo que no se veía."

That’s the part that gets me, because when you’re coming back from the pigpen, you don't see a "path." You see a blur of regret and a horizon you aren't sure you deserve. I didn’t have a map. I just had this nagging, burning sense that the Father was still there, even when I smelled like nothing but booze and bad decisions. It’s like Hebrews 11:1 says—it’s the evidence of things not seen. When I was out there, everything I saw told me I was trash. But I kept running toward this invisible, scandalous grace.

Redimi2 calls it "El Sanfuanzon"—this sound, this force that just cuts through the noise. It’s not elegant. It’s not trying to win an award for being polite. It’s the sound of someone who was counted out, someone who was subestimado, but who kept moving because the weight of the past stopped mattering compared to the weight of the Calling.

I’m still covered in the soot of my old life. I still have the habits that try to drag me back. But listening to this? It reminds me that the race isn't for the ones who look the part. It’s for the ones who are tired of the mud and finally realized that the only "Ferrari" you need is the fire of the Spirit behind you. You don’t need to be perfect. You just need to be moving.

Seven laps. That’s what he says. Just keep walking, keep trusting, keep tearing down the walls, even if you’re doing it while your hands are still shaking. We’re all just runaways who got caught by Love, and honestly, that’s enough.