I knew that one day I would get tired
Of so much hypocrisy in this life
So many rotten people
And two-faced, they don't care about anything
They call themselves comrades
Fuck you, assholes
Go to hell
I knew that one day I would get tired
Of so much hypocrisy in this life
So many rotten people
And two-faced, they don't care about anything
They call themselves comrades
Fuck you, assholes
Go to hell

Because nobody was here
When I needed it most
Everyone turned their back on me
And they didn't even know why
But I do know why
Because they lacked balls
They called themselves my brothers
They turned out to be all talk
Let's see, when I was doing well
They treated me very well
I just got into trouble
And I never saw them again
For me that's not okay
They were supposed to be comrades
But only in the good times
They failed me in the bad times
As always, pure failures
And lies around here
They sent me to hell
And to hell I went
And they didn't stop there
They kept on being squirrels
They threatened me with death
And criticized my songs
The truth is it does upset me
That they're there being pussies
While I keep going up
And I prove it with actions
So many disappointments
To get where I am
So many disappointments to be who I am

I knew that one day I would get tired
Of so much hypocrisy in this life
So many rotten people
And two-faced, they don't care about anything
They call themselves comrades
Fuck you, assholes
Go to hell
I knew that one day I would get tired
Of so much hypocrisy in this life
So many rotten people
And two-faced, they don't care about anything
They call themselves comrades
Fuck you, assholes

They sent me to survey
Supposedly to scare me
They got into the canton
And that's something unforgivable
They left me on the street
And wished me the worst
And still, after all
They accused me of treason
I don't know what my mistake was
Or why they shit the stick
I never failed a mission
Nor did I do anything wrong
But well, it doesn't matter anymore
There can be no turning back
Not all the gold in the world
Will ever make me come back
I have no choice
But to keep making rhymes
The cool thing in this game
Is shown on the stage
The truth is they hallucinate
Get off your plane
We have to keep raising
The culture of hip-hop
As I've been doing
Since I was a kid
Just dedicate yourself to your thing
And don't let your ass burn

I knew that one day I would get tired
Of so much hypocrisy in this life
So many rotten people
And two-faced, they don't care about anything
They call themselves comrades
Fuck you, assholes
Go to hell
I knew that one day I would get tired
Of so much hypocrisy in this life
So many rotten people
And two-faced, they don't care about anything
They call themselves comrades
Fuck you, assholes
Go to hell

They're criticizing my rap a lot
They say out there that my flow
Is nothing spectacular
But they need to practice
They can't match me
I'm taking away their sleep
Like a crystal bison
Tijuas style, it's the Dharius Bodharius, banana, bana
Making legendary verses all week
With the joint and the turtle
He never lost the knack
And my rap is sounding
From Mexico to Spain
According to you, you hate me
But no one deceives me
Every time they throw shit at me
I know they still miss me
They tried to take everything from me
And for a year I was upset
But thanks to the support of the people, I came back
I started writing again
I made two, three cool songs
I recorded an album in L.A.
I started my own gang
The Clan Directo Hasta Arriba
Synonymous with real
Greetings to the flag
And may the clan continue to grow

I knew that one day I would get tired
Of so much hypocrisy in this life
So many rotten people
And two-faced, they don't care about anything
They call themselves comrades
Fuck you, assholes
Go to hell
I knew that one day I would get tired
Of so much hypocrisy in this life
So many rotten people
And two-faced, they don't care about anything
They call themselves comrades
Fuck you, assholes
Go to hell

Hypocrisy
Hypocrisy
Hypocrisy
Hypocrisy

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