Fibra J58 Lyrics – Beny Jr & El Guincho | from “SAMURAI II”

Beny Jr and El Guincho slice back into the scene with SAMURAI II, unleashed December 29 via Nuevo Rico, and “Fibra J58” is that blade-edge banger—raw Canary Islands grit over glitchy beats, where every bar feels like dodging traffic on a Barcelona backstreet.

This cut, 13 on the 17-track sequel, is pure fusion fire: El Guincho’s warped production colliding with Fakeguido and Nuviala’s shadowy synths and trap snares, blending UK drill menace with reggaeton sway and those eerie, echoing ad-libs (“Paw, Grr, Skrrt”) that hit like muffled gunshots. It’s street poetry dialed up—Beny spitting about wannabe kings (“To’s quieren ser Beny”), luxury traps (“Nike Force, no Fendi”), and that lone-wolf paranoia (“Voy tapa’o por si trae cola”), all laced with soccer nods to Messi and Maradona.

Thematically, it’s survival swagger: rejecting the fake, cooking pasta over peace (no Roma vibes here), and flipping betrayal into buzzsaw hooks. Clocking under three minutes, it’s built for replays, that “Suenan toa’ las pistola’” chorus looping like a threat you can’t unhear—Beny’s evolution from underground cyphers to this polished menace, proving he’s not copying, he’s carving.

SAMURAI II picks up the katana from their 2021 cult hit, expanding that drill-reggaeton blueprint into a 45-minute odyssey of high-stakes flex and fleeting highs. No rigid concept, just Beny’s diary of the hustle—tracks like opener “Samurai II (Jack),” the hazy “Elixir Kadupul,” football-fueled “Khedira & Özil,” sleek “Lotus Emira,” and glam-trap “HFG (High Fashion Girl)” keep the momentum razor-sharp, with Guincho anchoring most beats alongside a rotating crew. It’s less mixtape scattershot, more cinematic strike, recorded between Madrid studios and island escapes, ditching the original’s raw edges for subtle orchestral flourishes that nod to Beny’s pop-rap pivot.

Beny’s cresting a wave right now—fresh off 2025’s LowFlyer deluxe domination and viral collabs with Morad and Bad Gyal that packed festivals from Sonar to Mad Cool. At 24, the Gran Canaria kid’s trading teen bravado for matured menace, while Guincho (Rosalía’s secret weapon) levels him up from street tales to global sonics. X is ablaze post-drop, fans stitching “Fibra” bars to supercar reels, calling it the sequel we didn’t know we needed. It’s their reminder: in rap’s coliseum, these two don’t bow—they brandish.