Hey
With the truth, you go far
Turn it up, turn it up son, a little bit
Hey, in none

"Be careful of envy, son"
Looking me in the eyes, my old lady, rest in peace, once told me
And how right she was to warn me about this dirty life
Don't raise crows, or they'll tear your eyes out of their sockets
I've realized that the truth is so relative
And reality is so much lie
Dogs trying to invade my private property while I was sleeping
Looking to steal my females, my money, my food

"Cursed is the man who trusts in another man"
Great truth in that phrase is hidden
I feel like a fool for still trying to trust
In someone on the planet of hypocrisy

Oh my, I'm a fool! So brave that I give it to myself
And the abuse is natural that they use against me
Dirty world where everyone only thinks about themselves
Cursed a thousand times, puppets of selfishness

This is for you, for you, you who betrayed me
You shake my hand, with your "it wasn't me" face
And I innocently gave it to you because I still didn't know
That your little laugh came with an already expired date
This song is not for anyone
Who doesn't feel like killing someone for being fake and a son of a bitch
Another hand with a dagger in my back
The hand of a so-called brother, a brother whose hand I used to shake

The biggest traitor may be right in front of you
Drinking your cold ones, or sharing your hot dinner
I hope those who always lie choke
And once in hell, may they burn forever
I had never thought that your partner could be a dirty one
That for a business he can stab you
My arm tells me that love will take me far
But hatred taught me to be a lynx, never a fool

With the fingers of one hand they were counted
Those for whom that same hand would go into the fire
Now for a vulture in sheep's clothing,
Canserbero is thinking about having to blow off a finger
That's why I don't even believe in my pillow anymore
Neither in my shadow, that is, in nothing
I don't even believe in my old man
If one day I tell you that I believe you
Don't believe me that I believe you because now, I don't even believe in my reflection
If you're looking for a friendly hand start with your arm
I learned that the hard way
I hope my life is long to see when yours fails
And step on your hand when you ask me to lift you up, my friend

I'm simply inexpressive when I write
I hardly drink rum anymore, but wine, and from the heart I say
That dirty revenge kills the soul and poisons it
But when it comes to betrayal, yes, it's worth it
The word is worth, the trap comes out
The little boys look each other in the eyes to tell truths
Let it go when you lose a battle, that's not the war
And if one fails you, exchange it for a bitch
Make the blood shit, the heart stone
Turn up the volume, repeat the prayer to me
"Damned be the man who trusts in another man"
Those who betrayed, remember their faces and their names

There's only one thing in you that I admire
And it's how being so two-faced you can still sleep peacefully
For my part, I smile, but by my mother it's not good
To have Canserbero as an enemy
The neighborhood didn't pass in vain
Like Willie Colon in the depths of my heart I'm bad
These damn shitheads think I'm not clear
That my brothers are not motherfuckers
I am life and death, and I believe in nothing
Neither in living legends, nor in dead legends, nor resurrected
I am real like Bolivar and his sword
Stabbing hypocrites for their facades
I don't give a shit about culture, whores and fame
This song is not for it to stick, it already has truth stuck
You will live trauma when you have no friends
And notice that the ones who tell you they love you look at me with desire
I don't give a shit about the flow and the skills
I am rough, I can't make rhymes that are not real
God willing, you won't meet Gonzalez outside
And he invites you to a field until one of the two dies
A motherfucker, gentleman, right?
If I can, I'll stab you even with the pencil I used for the theme
Fakes, there are more than flies where you shit
Or bad smell where you pissed, without metaphors? Quite

One hand cuts the other, as Tempo said
And actions are not carried away by the wind
May Christ forgive you if he exists
Because if it's up to me I can sing this while I pee on your sad grave
Raise your hand if you don't believe in anyone
And if no one raises them, I raise mine
I hope you die, old comrade
And we'll see each other in hell so I can kill you again

God can't double what I think when I watch you
Because more than once I can't enter hell
And don't call me "your brother"
For you I am Canserbero
Big motherfucker

"Beware of envy, son"
Looking me in the eyes, my old lady, rest in peace, once told me
And how right she was to warn me of this dirty life
Don't raise crows, or they'll tear your eyes out of their sockets

Stop crying, damn bitch
Because I haven't shed tears

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