Don Dyablo - 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 aos en este negocio

tengo 2 aos 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 dueo 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 traicionero

In this game and in any

they always attack the one on top

out of ambition and fear they invent stupid things

and they don't know what they do

I am Don Dyablo, the Prophet, guerrilla pride

It is power and money that moves the world

the world is full of treacherous and snouts

because the brave lives until the coward wants

and the fish for his fucking fucking mouth dies

uncook your eggs before you open your mouth

You steal my style, you're crooked, you're a crazy rat

you were the copy of the criminals you already changed

you are the copy of the fucking Prophet you copied me

I never disrespected you but put on trout

because the Dyablo is pissed off and is even on the loose

practice well my style fucking evil dog

I gave you my hand, you bit it, ungrateful

Well, you swore to me that you weren't underworld

well lambes eggs badly you will get angry from that you know I swear

I am of Aztec blood, guerrilla pride

I am the godfather of this style and I am not treacherous

That who, that I, that I am Don Dyablo and that

by snout and lambe fucking eggs I attack you

that who, that you, that he, that I was not

you're stupid, you're just jealous of me

for a betrayal, for bullshit and a half

for imitating me you showed me you're worth shit

my pride is a guerrilla, you are the liar

you are a bastard and a treacherous dog

The execution of a song is your fucking excuse

defamation you only blaspheme now put on trout

you did not exist on the map, you are an eyelet you are a flap

stay out because the Dyablo attacks

because I have what you wanted

because I am what you wanted to be

the destruction of all those fucking impostors

resurrection of all those whores like you have 10 years in this business

I have been in this business for 2 years

now tell me who opened the doors for you

don't get confused I said doors not of who opened your legs

this is not your song, it's a reminder

don't talk bullshit I'm sending you to purgatory

everyone attacks me, the Dyablo escapes you

but they see me raw and they get on all fours

That who, that I, that I am Don Dyablo and that

by snout and lambe fucking eggs I attack you

that who, that you, that he, that I was not

you're stupid, you're just jealous of me

for a betrayal, for bullshit and a half

for imitating me you showed me you're worth shit

my pride is a guerrilla, you are the liar

you are a bastard and a treacherous dog

In this game everyone wants to knock down the one on top

everyone follows the leader they need his guide

they could copy my words, they could copy my styles

but buy my people not even with shots

because my people have always been faithful

I owe them all that too I know

I am a warrior, I am Aztec

and even if their asses burn, I will continue to be the owner of Prophet records

this is my style and trademark

you're no use for anything, you operate on your eggs, you're a mandilon

your hyna hits you lying down no matter how much you practice you will never be able to

you be like me, have what I do, act like me, think like me, live like me,

no because you don't have what you need

to sell you use my style and homie you aguitas me

if you want war I will simply give it to you

and if you offend me just wait what will happen

That who, that I, that I am Don Dyablo and that

by snout and lambe fucking eggs I attack you

that who, that you, that he, that I was not

you're stupid, you're just jealous of me

for a betrayal, for bullshit and a half

for imitating me you showed me you're worth shit

my pride is a guerrilla, you are the liar

you are a bastard and a treacherous dog