Envidia y Traición
Alemán
Envy and Betrayal
Envy
En-
Envy-
Ah
Damn fixated, always watching what I do
Always seeing how I win and get paid
It runs through your veins
And I hope you at least learn, gotta do things right
In the end, the challenges continue
I pay my rent and the flow increases
You can be seen from afar
You reflect, dude, but we're not mirrors
I sing wherever I go
They feel the fire, their ego burns
The one I owe to my dad
For having my mom and his son be already
I easily win things
How can I not say it? I've worked for that
Hey, keep holding onto it
Wasting time, instead of producing
I brought this lit flow
And I know you love me, what you have is called
Envy, damn, envy
Envy, envy
Envy, envy
Envy
Betrayal is an old tradition
It's envy's favorite gossip
It devours people alive very slowly from the inside
That's why the traitor, when the day comes, starts falling apart in front of everyone's eyes
Ha, I've seen traitors demanding loyalty, damn
And no, they have no remedy, not even forgiveness
A treacherous person pays for all of them
You can already see a tug with distressing flavors, but surely they pay for them
Karma and conscience don't get along
That's why the traitor is aware of what they must do
And karma looks for them, finds them, and charges them, damn it
So finally the traitor dies, dies of jealousy
Hey, traitor, I'm talking to you, you dog
What, did you think I wouldn't notice how shitty you are?
You're like a person, you're worthless
Because you're not worth a damn thing, you damn idiot
I shit on you and all your dead relatives
Because that's a custom due to lack of respect
You used to be my friend, but you ended up dead
With a rotten heart and a damn hole
Damn insect, your venom didn't work
And regarding that, respect doesn't fit in your dialect
You're sick, there's no cure for a haughty being
And I won't take you to the ministry to be judged by hell
To be judged by hell, cousin
I always spit fire when I rhyme (always, boom boom, boom)
You're dead to me, let me incinerate you
And throw your ashes where the pigs are