You know, it is written that those who are on the edge of the path
Will go to hell, because they slander and mock the traveler
But this traveler drags a caravan
Armed arm of hip hop mic blowpipe
Short term like a dealer who shaves the dope
The jealous one leads the naive into the lie
Like a camshaft!

And it sounds like a prophecy
As if everything was already written
Only God knows what your life will be
Don't let yourself be slowed down by jealousy

And it sounds like a prophecy
As if everything was already written
Only God knows what your life will be
Don't let yourself be slowed down by jealousy

N, it's what you distill without shame
It even turns you against those who love you
N, the success of others bothers you
Be careful though if you slow down our business

N, it's what you distill without shame
It even turns you against those who love you
N, the success of others bothers you
It will make you use your vilest schemes, it pains me

We were all at the same level, smoking the same sound systems
Burning the same joints
When hatred creeps one day into the brains
Then, you lose control for an ego story
What a shock, when this fake friendship collapses, just cool
You now know that it's business that rolls
The important thing is to manage what follows
With business, old grudges tumble out

N, it's what you distill without shame
It even turns you against those who love you
N, the success of others bothers you
Be careful though if you slow down our business

And it sounds like a prophecy
As if everything was already written
Only God knows what your life will be
Don't let yourself be slowed down by jealousy

Who has never seen vice or jealousy?
Divide a posse
Who has never seen a so-called friend?
Covet the property of others?

At this precise moment some swear that I screw them all
In fact, all these cousins paint a picture of a crook
Where AKH a finished guy, out, who is drowning in money, like Pucc
There's the world plus my brothers who want me to collapse
Rotten rumor in the mags, it has the effect of a boom
Like the album in the racks
Spreads like pumps and crack
And the cut shit in the faculties
Or this weird rap that says I'm falling
And these MC's who greet me reluctantly
With this weird sideways look
Spit from a forged sidewalk, with a goose in the blizzard
In the Medina, Belsunce, buzzard track
Yeah poor fool maybe, cliques play tough
Where the public sees gangsters (I see MC gusto)
The drink flows freely, and tongues loosen
We say what we think
They call me a wimp and they invent crimes (they blabber)
Claims to be pure like a rock steady
In secret, they dream of counting the dough in a house
With sos', wide like R. Kelly
They'll tell you that I'm a despot, despite that
You might swallow this vomit from an ex-friend, raw, quickly
But the eye of the true recognizes the ex-beast
Dude I'm not a nouveau riche, I'm an ex-poor
In these times of confusion lots of dirty false rumors are already running
24 measures of confession, maybe enough I don't know
Yeah I don't know because only God will tell
Here, it's my simple opinion that inserts
Brother, true, sincere

There's no going back, look at that
There's no going back, look at that

And it sounds like a prophecy
As if everything was already written
Only God knows what your life will be
Don't let yourself be slowed down by jealousy

And it sounds like a prophecy
As if everything was already written
Only God knows what your life will be
Don't let yourself be slowed down by jealousy

And it sounds like a prophecy
And it sounds like a prophecy
And it sounds like a prophecy
Alright now, alright now
And it sounds like a prophecy (prophecy)

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