(t-killa verso 1)

México, New York city, hip hop with feeling,
rap. Dj. Bboy, graffiti,
with the hands in the air, look at to the sky,
is anybody there? Oh there is no god,
I don’t pray to make good songs,
I prefer fight against the world,
just my reality, a body without vanity,
mind with insanity, so many rhymes with quality,
much equality on the humanity,
waiting for the prophecy to die… brutality,
fight for the family, for all the things I believe,
survival in society, my rap, my mentality,
don’t give up on the battlefield looking for harmony,
that’s what I play to create greate melodies.

es la manera en como soy, cero religión.

(coro) x2
no creemos en la superstición,
no creemos en figuras falsas,
cada quien elige su decisión,
albedrio libertad del alma.

(versos verso 1)
to tell you the truth my believe is no religión and he is my await from
a mental prision where there you are,
caotic question this shit in curse,
this prision in a vision on the way being thinking,
its just the system, keep in a distance,
are humanity, is just insanity, like being kill all your family,
like the house of vamidy,
I guess a world is going to a large so my tecnich cality,
sentence in people’s fate to more fatality,
such as is to brothers and sisters are coming up to Cassidy,
so weird to be so diferent, that we are at the reality,
actually Im in the puffing mic,
my pen is cluing my mind,
spending the truth in life, that prove that im,
in another mind frame, in a new york mind state the crime rage is going high then the sky scrapes,
teenages ride a carries a rifle, then a bible,
playing a game of survivor, with their right balls,
coursing another cicle of new generation of homicides.

(coro) x2
no creemos en la superstición,
no creemos en figuras falsas,
cada quien elige su decisión,
albedrio libertad del alma.