No Apta Para Religiosos

This message is from Mexico to the whole globe
Chris from Apostles of rap, Jony herrera on the decks
To write I don't need beer, drugs or tobacco
Because everything I sing is inspired by the Holy Spirit
Ok for the whole world from
From Monterrey
In the streets of every ghetto, Jesus Christ represents
You have Nicky Jam, Ozuna, Wisin and Yandel
We have Aposento, Redimi2, and Rubinsky RBK
This rhythm sounds good
Without having to talk about sex or offend women
We don't sell ourselves to the world to gain a few plays
I don't know if you understand, my friend, there is talent here too
May God bless Christian rap, amen
And no, we're not copying Dominicans or Puerto Ricans
We have a different vision, different ministries
We share the same goal, the same dream
To take the message of the gospel to the whole planet
So take off the usual music from your stereo
Because those artists you listen to in their songs lie to you
They are not gangsters, they are not criminals
Jesus Christ is the only real one until death
While Anuel sings she wants to drink
To forget that someone deceived her, failed her, and was unfaithful
Jesus gives you what alcohol can't offer
Living water so you never thirst again
Don't talk about new religion or Illuminati
Not the 'I'm worse now' or the 'Taki Taki'
I respect Daddy Yankee's trajectory
But only God is the real big boss, number 1 in the ranking
And no, growing up in the neighborhood doesn't make you a gangster
You're not a rap expert for listening to Cancerbero
It's not about who has more fame or money
What good is the whole world if you lose the entrance to heaven

Brother, you judge by appearance and clothing
Christ is not in your heart, you only carry Him on your lips
Don't take on the role that only belongs to God
Or do you forget that you also make mistakes
Religious, you want women to always wear long skirts
But in your mind, you undress them with your gaze
What good is it to wear a suit and tie
When you have a hollow soul and a tin heart
The things you preach don't match your actions
Instead of showing love, you throw the first stone
Don't be a Christian only when you're being watched
The Bible is to live it, not just to read it
Because this rhythm is catchy, you see it as something bad
But God doesn't only move with the guitar and keyboard
If you say this is from the devil, worldly, and blasphemous
Don't complain when your child consumes obscene trap
Cardboard believer, you seek God for convenience
The pastor didn't greet you and you walked away from the church
'Everyone is a hypocrite!' You know that's false
You're the hypocrite because you want to keep sinning

For the name we use
Many have criticized us
Because there are misconceptions about Apostles of rap
But if you search in the Bible, you'll know the meaning
Apostle comes from Greek and means 'sent'
They complain about my appearance, how I dress, and what I say
They say I'm not a Christian because I have long hair
They judge without knowing I had cancer and was bald
But this hair reminds me that my God performs miracles
Even with a thousand bad comments against us
I have a shield of faith and the Bible as support
While legalists waste time criticizing
We, like Almighty, shoot at the devil
It's been 13 years rapping and serving the Lord
Without a record label or sponsor
I don't sell what God has given me to the highest bidder
Because the Holy Spirit is my greatest promoter
You may know my present but not what I was
I grew up as a loser, no one believed in me
I had nothing in my pocket but a dream and a lot of faith
Rapping in the neighborhood before the internet
On buses, in squares, the street was my beginning
Improvising for people to earn a few pesos
Still, in the process, I always remained firm, convinced that for Jesus nothing is impossible
Without cash even for a microphone
God allowed us to record with Vico-c the Philosopher
I could talk about many more things, not to boast
But for everyone to know we have a great God
Christ gave me new life, turned my mourning into dancing
Even if I gave Him everything, I could never repay Him
In my country, many think they rap better than me
That they have more talent and more flow
They say I don't deserve what I've been given from above
And they're right, I'm here by God's mercy and grace
I owe Him everything, every achievement, every merit
He takes all the glory and credit from my entire life
Until the day I die, 100% Christ-centered
Apostles of rap, the practice from Mexico