COMUNICADO Lyrics – Clarent | from “NO VUELVE A SUCEDER”

Clarent’s stepping into the spotlight with NO VUELVE A SUCEDER, his debut album dropping in five days—January 8 via De Baller Inc. under Warner Music Latina—and “COMUNICADO” feels like the mic-drop closer, a fiery dispatch from the streets that screams “this is who I am, take it or leave it.”

This unreleased finale clocks in as the 10th track on a tight 1:36-minute sprint, blending Clarent’s raw trap edges with reggaeton’s sultry sway—think booming 808s that rumble like Carolina thunder, laced with sparse hi-hats and his gravelly flow that cuts through like a switchblade. It’s urban poetry at its most unfiltered: a “comunicado” in the truest sense, unpacking betrayal’s sting and hard-won clarity without the gloss.

Themes hit on breaking cycles (“No vuelve a suceder” echoes the whole project), loyalty tested in the shadows, and that quiet rage of reclaiming your narrative—less flex, more confession, produced in-house with nods to Puerto Rican grit that make it feel like a late-night drive through Santurce. No big-name guests here; it’s Clarent solo, building on the album’s vibe of street sermons that don’t pull punches, teased in snippets on his Insta where fans are already dissecting the bars like hieroglyphs.

NO VUELVE A SUCEDER lives up to its name—a mantra for lessons etched in scar tissue, turning Clarent’s Caparra Terrace roots into a 10-track manifesto of growth without apology. Opener “BIENVENIDA” sets the welcome-wagon trap, “BURROS” flips braggadocio into clever disses, and collabs shine: Morad joins for the brooding “ESTA VIDA,” Omar Courtz revs up “Scatpack” with engine-rev flows, while cuts like “MALDAD” and “LOVE” dip into darker romance and freestyle fire on “BALLER FREESTYLE.” Unreleased gems—“LA DEL PROCESO,” “OTRO MOMENTO”—promise the same boundary-pushing heat, all wrapped in a sound that disrupts Latin trap’s playbook: authentic, no cap, just real-life echoes from the block. It’s his first full project, born from years of bedroom demos and open mics, proving he’s not chasing trends—he’s rewriting them.

At 22, Clarent’s exploding out the gate, fresh off that game-changing Warner Latina signing in late ’24 that turned heads from San Juan to Miami. The kid from the terrace who documented hood hymns on SoundCloud is now the genre-bender blending trap’s menace with reggaeton’s rhythm, his streetwear drip and unyielding bars pulling in a wave of new fans via TikTok freestyles and festival openers. This drop? It’s his evolution crystallized—from underground whisper to global roar, owning the chaos that shaped him without letting it define the comeback.