Verdades Ficticias

Turn off the lights, I come to enlighten you as usual
It's my duty to come down from my peak so this world doesn't collapse
People get upset, don't distress me, don't disturb me
On foot, these taxis are slow, calm down, Yubel is here
I'm fed up with these rappers saying they write about the streets
They say they kill, that they all have AKs and boast with those lies
The streets settle what they write about, the 80% that's missing
The sound in the streets and the mothers' cries when a son is killed
When a child is taken from his father and never returned
Giant families, drugs crush them and they end up compact
A thousand letters arrive saying they owe to the boss and the dealer spends it

He arrives home late, mistreats his wife while drunk
Don't talk to me about the streets if it's obvious from a mile away that your eyes are still intact

They don't have the record of what they write, if it's false then contact me later
Your lyrics aren't self-taught, that's why they're putrid to me

They say the streets burn me, and they live colder than Alaska (haha)

One day they'll see you're not street at all and people will be amazed
They feel a little heat and kneel down and take back everything
And the easy, the pretty, mention something positive they bring
Anyone promotes violence when they shield the cars they own (hmm)
Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, and lies
That's what they do, repeat lies in all the songs they release
They're all Tony Montana and all looking for the same Elvira

They promote sex and then wonder if one day AIDS will bite them
They promote death and then make a song if a buddy loses his life
They promote cheating and then question if a buddy comes and turns the tables
It's better to watch your words, because everything you say and release
Sooner or later, no matter how much you dodge it, one day it turns on you

Another widow left, her bank account is sharp
Kids without a dad, and the new dad doesn't help, ah
They mark your body and mind, and their innocence is exposed
Sorry if it offends you but I speak the truths raw (yessir)
It can't be that this continues the same way
And everyone does as they please, if you want to be the salt of the earth
To change the world, you have to confront
Fictitious truths, you want to see the streets, watch the news
The Bible warns, hurry up because it's breaking news
Your fake trap doesn't help, it suffocates the people
They aim at the rulers saying they lie
And they're just like them, I don't know why they judge
Selling their fake lyrics, fame and money addict
They feel proud if they notice that the one
Who dissed them one day shows greed
The media sponsors that, prophets of filth
It starts with the vocalization
The end, the clock caresses, Christ is coming, what a delight (amen)
Christians only with militia, because being without Christ doesn't benefit me

Panda, panda, they give propaganda to the cowboys
Cemeteries expand and few hearts soften
Truth or lie, not both, your truths walk a tightrope
Here we're either black or white, not two-tone like a panda, yeah