Destruccion Masiva

Hahaha
What’s on your mind, my dude?
Symphonic

Mass destruction, the one who activates me dies
Mass destruction, mass destruction
Mass destruction, the one who activates me dies
Mass destruction, mass destruction

From the industrial zone showing off the blessing
I got arrested for possession 'cause I'm addicted to action
Fuckin' dude, don’t stop, tell him to keep going
So he crashes in the dirt and the ants can feast on him
Bro says he pulls two and doses the blind
It seeps through the pores, now he’s a bit toxic
The one who keeps you updated, the one who's on top in rap
Ears, nose, throat, otorhinolaryngology
I’d crush them just to show my hunger
Your thoughts froze and your hands are cold
Get real, your time's up and I’m on top of the wind
And you’re dreaming awake, crawling in the gutter
Fame ain't my friend and even if I’m tired
My lungs are electric and fueled by gasoline
A lot of resistance, bro, there are a few wannabes
Who want to front on me, in 2003 I tossed the pencils
With Symphonic I roll, leaving studios in mourning
We wreck the game for anyone who acts dumb
The consequences are fatal, if you dare then go ahead
You’ll catch the rage when the metal blows

Dude, crazy hahaha hahaha
Mass destruction, the one who activates me dies
The season of the destroyers is back
The season of the destroyers is back

Mass destruction, the one who activates me dies
Mass destruction, mass destruction
Mass destruction, the one who activates me dies
Mass destruction, mass destruction

Put the laser on his forehead, twist it to see if he learns
Nothing depends on it 'cause my crew ain't for sale
Don’t ask me for a truce, assholes, swallow your tongues
With just one good string I got, remember the full
No balance, so your chance is over
My girl with your girl will always have romance
Move forward, I don’t hear you, bro, catch up
I’m running the whole base, the henchmen
They told me your music ain’t worth shit
Make two so they get tired
If you give them the guitar, fuck those who pass
And keep moving, here comes the heat
Forgive me, folks, for the bad words
They’re the ones that carry delayed lyrics
A bit mistreated, real talk
Facing the stage in the world of the hitman
Active hood and block but without comments
The real is way, way, way above
With killer lyrics blasting through the speakers
Mass destruction, yo! I’m stealing the show
Dropping hot fire, I know it hurts you

Mass destruction, the one who activates me dies
Mass destruction, mass destruction
Mass destruction, the one who activates me dies
Mass destruction, mass destruction (x2)

You know, Gotay
The real-g for life, the mixtape hahaha
Mass destruction, the one who activates me dies
This is Millions Records
You know, Lester