Paroles et traduction Dyablo - El Imperio

El Imperio

-¿Cómo te enteraste de esto?
-Pues un chivaton...
-¿Y cómo se llama tu chivaton?
-Bueno, pues es uno de esos que no tienen nombre...
-Hayy... eto′s chingados anónimos carai...
-Estas muy bien enterado he...

Es el Imperio del Profeta de un azteca loco,
Una revolución, adquisición yo la provoco,
Es la conquista de Aslam,
La gloria y el infierno,
Es una marcha triunfal, jugaste y bien en serio,
Con doce demonios te espero yo en el cementerio,
Conmigo prece's, soy un calinfa soy un guerrillero,
Y prefiero, morir parado que morir arrodillado y
Traicionar a aquel que me ha ayudado.
No abras la boca o te perforo con un sacacorcho,
Ya sea por bien o sea por mal tu lengua te la mocho,
Poco a poco,
Esperare a que caigas para yo aplastarte y arrastrarte,
Y poder darte
Una lección sin compasión y sin misericordia,
Culminación, difamación cambiaste tu la historia,
Pues le faltaste el respeto a Dyablo el Profeta,
Haz traicionado a un ser que tiene sangre azteca

Es el Imperio
De un Profeta azteca
No abras la boca, porque esta a ti te toca,
Tal vez tu puedas hablar,
Tal vez puedas inventar,
Pero te juro si te toco no la vas a contar

Te lo advertí, te aconsejé que no me traicionaras,
Te convertí, yo te forme con esto tu me pagas,
Soy azteca j′omi,
El Profeta j'omi,
El que la hace me la paga te lo juro j'omi,
Y ten cuidado que del plato a la boca se te cae la sopa,
Porosiconora tu sangre brota.
Subestimaste mis acciones,
Te volviste rata,
Eras mi amigo, te volviste viruja barata

De casanova ni la fama tú no tienes nada,
Vas presumiendo por el mundo ya no tienes nada
Me río de tu persona y de tu ceja rasurada
De tus historias, fantasías, de tu pendejada
Tarde o temprano nunca olvido siempre me las cobro
Tu nombre escrito en mi libro negro y no lo borro
Existen reglas importantes
Solo dos te digo:
"Mantén boca cerrada y no traiciones a un amigo"

Es el Imperio
De un Profeta azteca
No abras la boca, porque esta a ti te toca
Tal vez tu puedas hablar
Tal vez puedas inventar
Pero te juro si te toco no la vas a contar

Dime con quien te juntas y yo te diré quien eres
Deja de usar mi nombre para conseguir mujeres
Se tu mismo
Por ti mismo
Y aléjate de mi porque te vuelvo en espejismo

Como quisiera que me hubieras dado tu la cara,
Mas te escondiste como un avestruz,
A Jesús le rogaba,
Para agarrarte o que te encontrara,
Pero tu miedo te sacó y no dejó que te hallara
Pero recuerda esto, quien somos y en el camino andamos
Te lo juro que si no topamos
Haré que tragues tu puto veneno
Y ruega a Dios que no te encuentre y te meta leño
Pues la traición es un pecado mortal
Es consecuencia fatal
Es mi venganza letal, ja!
Solo recuerda lo que yo te digo:
Eras mi amigo y te volviste en mi enemigo

Es el Imperio
De un Profeta azteca
No abras la boca, porque esta a ti te toca
Tal vez tu puedas hablar
Tal vez puedas inventar
Pero te juro si te toco no la vas a contar

The Empire

-"How did you find out about this?"
-"Well, a snitch..."
-"And what's your snitch's name?"
-"Well, it's one of those who don't have a name..."
- "Damn... these fucking anonymous ones..."
-"You're very well informed, huh..."

It's the Prophet's Empire, of a crazy Aztec,
A revolution, an acquisition, I provoke it,
It's Aslam's conquest,
Glory and hell,
It's a triumphal march, you played and played seriously,
With twelve demons I'll wait for you in the cemetery,
With me you seem, I'm a caliph, I'm a guerrilla,
And I prefer, to die standing than to die kneeling and
Betray the one who has helped me.
Don't open your mouth or I'll pierce you with a corkscrew,
Whether for good or for bad, I'll cut off your tongue,
Little by little,
I will wait for you to fall so I can crush you and drag you,
And be able to give you
A lesson without compassion and without mercy,
Culmination, defamation, you changed the story,
Well, you disrespected Dyablo the Prophet,
You have betrayed a being who has Aztec blood

It's the Empire
Of an Aztec Prophet
Don't open your mouth, because it's your turn,
Maybe you can talk,
Maybe you can invent,
But I swear if I touch you, you won't tell it

I warned you, I advised you not to betray me,
I converted you, I formed you, with this you pay me,
I'm Aztec j'omi,
The Prophet j'omi,
Whoever does it pays me, I swear j'omi,
And be careful that the soup falls from the plate to your mouth,
Poropoposiconora your blood flows.
You underestimated my actions,
You became a rat,
You were my friend, you became a cheap viruja

Of casanova, you don't even have the fame,
You go around bragging, you have nothing left
I laugh at your person and your shaved eyebrow
Of your stories, fantasies, of your bullshit
Sooner or later I never forget, I always collect
Your name is written in my black book and I don't erase it
There are important rules
I only tell you two:
"Keep your mouth shut and don't betray a friend"

It's the Empire
Of an Aztec Prophet
Don't open your mouth, because it's your turn
Maybe you can talk
Maybe you can invent
But I swear if I touch you, you won't tell it

Tell me who you hang out with and I'll tell you who you are
Stop using my name to get women
Be yourself
By yourself
And get away from me because I'll turn you into a mirage

How I wish you had faced me,
But you hid like an ostrich,
I prayed to Jesus,
To catch you or find you,
But your fear took you out and wouldn't let me find you
But remember this, who we are and on the road we walk
I swear to you that if we don't meet
I'll make you swallow your fucking poison
And pray to God that I don't find you and beat you
For betrayal is a mortal sin
It is a fatal consequence
It's my lethal revenge, ha!
Just remember what I tell you:
You were my friend and you became my enemy

It's the Empire
Of an Aztec Prophet
Don't open your mouth, because it's your turn
Maybe you can talk
Maybe you can invent
But I swear if I touch you, you won't tell it