Paroles et traduction Dyablo - El Profeta

El Profeta

-¿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...

[Dyablo]
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.

[Coro x 2]
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.

[Dyablo]
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".

[Coro x 2]
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 volvistes en mi enemigo.

[Coro x 2]
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 Prophet

-"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..."
-"Hayy... these damn anonymous ones, damn..."
-"You're very well informed, huh..."

[Dyablo]
It's the Empire of the Prophet, of a crazy Aztec,
A revolution, acquisition, I provoke it,
It's the conquest of Aslam,
The glory and hell,
It's a triumphal march, you played and you played seriously,
With twelve demons I await you in the cemetery,
You'll pray with me, I'm a caliph, I'm a guerrilla,
And I'd rather die standing than die kneeling and
Betray the one who has helped me.
Don't open your mouth or I'll pierce you with a corkscrew,
Whether by good or by evil, I'll chop your tongue,
Little by little,
I'll 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 betrayed a being who has Aztec blood.

[Chorus x 2]
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 the tale.

[Dyablo]
I warned you, I advised you not to betray me,
I converted you, I formed you, this is how you repay me,
I'm Aztec, j'omi,
The Prophet, j'omi,
The one who does it, pays me, I swear, j'omi,
And be careful, from the plate to the mouth, the soup falls,
Porosiconora, your blood will flow.
You underestimated my actions,
You became a rat,
You were my friend, you became a cheap little viruja.

You don't even have the fame of a Casanova,
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'll tell you only two:
"Keep your mouth shut and don't betray a friend."

[Chorus x 2]
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 the tale.

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

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 got you out and didn't let me find you,
But remember this, who we are and the path we walk,
I swear if we don't meet,
I'll make you swallow your damn poison,
And pray to God that I don't find you and beat you up,
Because betrayal is a mortal sin,
It's a fatal consequence,
It's my lethal revenge, ha!
Just remember what I tell you:
You were my friend and you became my enemy.

[Chorus x 2]
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 the tale.