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Don Dyablo

En este juego y en cualquiera
Siempre atacan al que esta arriba
Por la ambicion y el temor inventan estupideces
Y no saben lo que hacen
Soy Don Dyablo, el Profeta, orgullo guerrillero

Es el poder y el dinero lo que mueve al mundo
De traicioneros y hocicones esta lleno el mundo
Pues el valiente vive hasta que el cobarde quiere
Y el pescado por su pinche puta boca muere
Descocerte los huevos antes de que abras la boca
Robas mi estilo eres chueco, eres rata loca
Eras la copia de los delincuentes ya cambiaste
Eres la copia del Profeta puto me copiaste
Yo nunca te falte al respeto mas ponte trucha
Porque el Dyablo esta encabronado y hasta anda suelto
Practica bien mi estilo puto perro mal nacido
Te di la mano la mordiste mal agradecido
Pues me jurabas que no eras bajo mundo
Pues lambes huevos mal te ira de eso sabes te lo juro
Yo soy de sangre azteca, orgullo guerrillero
Soy el padrino de este estilo y no soy traicionero

Que quien, que yo, que soy Don Dyablo y que
Por hocicon y lambe huevos puto te ataque
Que quien, que tu, que el, que yo no fui
Te hagas pendejo solo tienes celos tu de mi
Por una traicion, por pendejada y media
Por imitarme a mi me demostraste vales mierda
Mi orgullo es guerrillero, tu eres el embustero
Eres bastardo y culero perro traicionero

La ejecucion de una cancion es tu pinche excusa
Difamacion solo blasfemas ahora ponte trucha
Tu no existias en el mapa, eres ojete eres solapa
Mantente al margen porque el Dyablo ataca
Que porque tengo lo tu querias
Porque yo soy lo que tu querias ser
La destruccion de todos esos pinches impostores
Resureccion de todos esos putos como tu
Tienes 10 años en este negocio
Tengo 2 años yo en este negocio
Ahora dime quien te abrio a ti las puertas
No te confundas dije puertas no de quien te abrio las patas
Esta no es tu cancion, es un recordatorio
No digas pendejadas que te mando al purgatorio
Todo mundo me ataca, el Dyablo se te escapa
Pero me ven en carne viva y se ponen a gatas

Que quien, que yo, que soy Don Dyablo y que
Por hocicon y lambe huevos puto te ataque
Que quien, que tu, que el, que yo no fui
Te hagas pendejo solo tienes celos tu de mi
Por una traicion, por pendejada y media
Por imitarme a mi me demostraste vales mierda
Mi orgullo es guerrillero, tu eres el embustero
Eres bastardo y culero perro traicionero

En este juego todos quieren tumbar al de arriba
Todos siguen al lider necesitan de su guia
Podran copiarme mis palabras, podran copiarme mis estilos
Pero comprar mi gente ni con tiros
Porque mi gente siempre ha sido fiel
Yo todo se los debo eso tambien yo lo se
Soy un guerrero, soy azteca
Y aunque les arda el culo seguire siendo yo el dueño de discos Profeta
Este es mi estilo y marca registrada
No sirves pa' nada te operas los huevos, eres mandilon
Te pega tu hyna tumbada por mas que practiques tu nunca podras
Tu ser como yo, tener lo que yo, actuar como yo, pensar como yo, vivir como yo, no
Porque no tienes lo que necesitas
Para vender usas mi estilo y homie te me aguitas
Si quieres guerra simplemente te la voy a dar
Y si me ofendes solo espera lo que va a pasar

Que quien, que yo, que soy Don Dyablo y que
Por hocicon y lambe huevos puto te ataque
Que quien, que tu, que el, que yo no fui
Te hagas pendejo solo tienes celos tu de mi
Por una traicion, por pendejada y media
Por imitarme a mi me demostraste vales mierda
Mi orgullo es guerrillero, tu eres el embustero
Eres bastardo y culero perro traicioner

Don Dyablo

In this game and in any other,
They always attack the one at the top.
Out of ambition and fear, they invent stupidities
And they don't know what they're doing.
I'm Don Dyablo, the Prophet, guerrilla pride.

It's power and money that move the world,
The world is full of traitors and big mouths.
For the brave man lives until the coward wants,
And the fish dies by its damn mouth.
Rip your balls off before you open your mouth,
You steal my style, you're crooked, you're a crazy rat.
You were a copy of the criminals, you've changed,
You're a copy of the Prophet, you damn copied me.
I never disrespected you, but be careful,
Because the Dyablo is pissed off and even on the loose.
Practice my style well, damn dog, you were born bad,
I gave you my hand, you bit it, ungrateful.
You swore to me you weren't from the underworld,
You lick balls, it will go badly for you, I swear to you.
I am of Aztec blood, guerrilla pride,
I am the godfather of this style and I am not a traitor.

Who, me? I'm Don Dyablo and
For being a big mouth and a ball licker, I attacked you.
Who, you, him, it wasn't me,
You play dumb, you're just jealous of me.
For a betrayal, for a half-assed stupidity,
By imitating me, you showed me you're worth shit.
My pride is guerrilla, you are the liar,
You are a bastard and a shitty, treacherous dog.

The execution of a song is your damn excuse,
Defamation, you only blaspheme, now be careful.
You didn't exist on the map, you're an asshole, you're a cover-up,
Stay on the sidelines because the Dyablo attacks.
Why do I have what you wanted?
Because I am what you wanted to be.
The destruction of all those damn impostors,
Resurrection of all those damn people like you.
You have 10 years in this business,
I have 2 years in this business,
Now tell me who opened the doors for you,
Don't get confused, I said doors, not who opened your legs.
This is not your song, it's a reminder,
Don't say stupid things that I send you to purgatory.
Everyone attacks me, the Dyablo escapes you,
But they see me in the flesh and they get on all fours.

Who, me? I'm Don Dyablo and
For being a big mouth and a ball licker, I attacked you.
Who, you, him, it wasn't me,
You play dumb, you're just jealous of me.
For a betrayal, for a half-assed stupidity,
By imitating me, you showed me you're worth shit.
My pride is guerrilla, you are the liar,
You are a bastard and a shitty, treacherous dog.

In this game, everyone wants to bring down the one at the top,
Everyone follows the leader, they need his guidance.
They can copy my words, they can copy my styles,
But they can't buy my people, not even with bullets.
Because my people have always been faithful,
I owe them everything, I know that too.
I am a warrior, I am Aztec,
And even if their asses burn, I will still be the owner of Prophet records.
This is my style and trademark,
You're good for nothing, you operate your balls, you're whipped.
Your girl hits you, lying down, no matter how much you practice, you'll never be able to
Be like me, have what I have, act like me, think like me, live like me, no,
Because you don't have what it takes.
To sell, you use my style and homie, you get watery on me.
If you want war, I'll simply give it to you,
And if you offend me, just wait and see what happens.

Who, me? I'm Don Dyablo and
For being a big mouth and a ball licker, I attacked you.
Who, you, him, it wasn't me,
You play dumb, you're just jealous of me.
For a betrayal, for a half-assed stupidity,
By imitating me, you showed me you're worth shit.
My pride is guerrilla, you are the liar,
You are a bastard and a shitty, treacherous dog.