Una Palabra

A word doesn't say anything
And at the same time it hides everything
Just like the wind hides the water
Like the flowers that hide mud

A look doesn't say anything
And at the same time (Anuel) it says everything
Like the rain on your face
Or the old map (in the name of God) of some treasure

They were the combs with tape grills
I wrote in the name of Presi and below I put the reel (amen)
I lit the stick in Cataño and gave the finger repeat, changed the cling
While I was shooting I thought that tonight in hell it will burn in the lava

They said they were innocent those who were
And they were witnesses who maybe in the future would snitch
And I played smart, bought their death, but there is no receipt
To the domi I have been elusive

And my name never comes out in a file
The dead in the news and there is no evidence
My conscience doesn't torment me
And my dead friends give me suggestions

Between words and looks I never find a difference (RIP Kaya)
Because the eyes tell you what the mouth silences, or however it's said
And I haven't died because death is my friend
I do favors for it

In case my name comes out in the book of the dead, consider me and ignore it
"The body no longer has life", say the doctors
You saw, bastard, that when it hits, it hits no matter how much you pray
May God forgive me, but the space is for one person in the steps

And for my mom to cry, let three hundred mothers go and take flowers to their sons
Who are rotting in the drawers
As hearts and lives rot in the prisons
Because although the mind is free, life decomposes
And fame doesn't fulfill me, there are five hundred depressions
Because I have to sing to please these bastards

Understand what I'm saying
Success lives with me, but the day I fail they will bury me next to all my enemies
My life is a work, but the theater is unnecessary
Because if you lick it, the price is charged

And the bullets are not dodged no matter how much you and your crew maneuver
I have a void that is bigger than my success
Black card, no credit needed
And they compare me with bastards who have fifteen years of career
Son of a bitch, give me my credit

And my life is ironic
Satan wants my soul and at times he gets diabolical
(I shit on the devil's mother)
My beliefs are Masonic
And I am the god of trap, and Js and Retros are my tunic
God understands everyone, that's why I have another way of praying (amen)

They say levitating is impossible
Ignorant, they have never seen the last spiritual level
They believe without seeing, I never need a sign

Anuel's faith is special
Read the Bible, salvation is individual
I am a lost prophet, that's why I know how to rhyme
And all this fame is divine, it was never accidental

All the people I loved left me alone
That's why I love that Scarface shot Manolo
If it wasn't for Jordan, nobody would talk about the Bull
How does it feel to betray the one who gave you everything?, brr

Real until death, rascabicho
Or do you think all this grumbling is a lie, bastard?
I have seen demons in the clouds
But I know there are fallen angels in hell
May God take care and protect my soul
Because the devil has always wanted me to sell it
Brr

One day I thought I sold it
Until I read the Bible and learned that I had God's forgiveness (amen)
Brr, amen
The Illuminati (for real), haha!

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit
And may God forgive me for all my sins, I know I'm not an example

Amen
Mera, tell me, Ovy
Brr!
Misael De La Cruz
Mvsis
Mera, tell me, EQ
Nely El Arma Secreta
Tainy
We are phenomenon
Mera, tell me, Frabian

The only manager with four years of experience
And competes with managers who have fifteen years
Selling drugs was not our mother
It's a life experience to make us stronger, brr!

Before I ran from the police because I was selling drugs and they were shooting
And now I run from the press
Because they try to manipulate everything I say
To turn the fans against me

Selling drugs didn't make me happy
But now with so much fame, and so much power, and so much money
Sometimes I feel that Jesus Christ is not here
I talk to God and I don't hear his voice

Like before when I heard it when I was poor
Maybe money has left me blind or deaf
One more goal, Jehovah, and I fulfill all the promises I made to you
After that, do with me what you want
Amen

A word doesn't say anything
And at the same time it hides everything
Just like the wind hides the water
Like the flowers that hide mud

A look doesn't say anything
And at the same time it says everything
Like the rain on your face (Oh)
Or the old map of some treasure