Vigila Tu Espalda, Friend

[Verse 1: Krazé Negrozé]
Put them on the table, I want to see those letters,
show me those weapons Uncle Sam, where are they,
how many souls have gone, how many palms were stunned,
where is Saddam Uncle Sam, where is Osama,
I hate that from the deepest, of my sisters,
calm this thirst for revenge, that overwhelms my heart,
my black people keep suffering, the excesses of the cops,
and my sisters keep working, for almost nothing the day,
I come with a torn soul, stabbed in the back,
and a court order, to banish from my vocabulary the word forgiveness,
I come with nothing inside, except pain and resentment,
and it's my heart the opera -.
Africa lies full of death,
dying while god - Europe for the Euro and for the Dollar,
I travel on the back of a gray steed of the life called life,
I have a pending one-on-one with the creator of this shit.

[Verse 2: Morodo]
And if you turn a corner, and in the front you see nothing,
watch your back friend, oloo, it may be threatened,
since the devil's loads are always the man who shoots them,
motivated by greed, resentment, envy and ignorance,
that's why when the rasta comes, the bartenders move away,
there's no hatred that's worth it, that's why if you come with your gang,
and gangsta marks, I'll make the alarm sound,
I don't know about you, but you tire me out dog, I don't want to live -
and Batman, they approach the city, their bad vibes don't accept me,
I already told you there are men who think evil,
they walk the Earth and want to tempt me,
men who think evil, and desire war,
and not unity, men in appearance, in soul beasts,
marked with the seal that betrays their sentence,
that's the system of Ávila, the reality and not fiction (fire!),
and if you turn a corner, but in the front not no friend you see nothing,
watch your back friend, because it may be threatened,
since the devil's loads are always the man who shoots them,
motivated by greed, resentment and ignorance.

[Verse 3: El Chojin]
The police told me that it wouldn't be easy to keep up the pace,
that you can't satisfy two loves at once,
that writing for pleasure is not the same,
as looking for formulas to sell and today I know it's true,
maybe I have a Superman complex,
because I still think you can fly over an instrumental,
leave the portal, thinking it's not just another day,
something is going to happen, and I'll be there to live it,
I am the flute, I am the voice, I am the word,
I am the flirtatious look of that girl who passes by,
I am the box that serves as a guide, to the melody,
I am the voice that speaks to you, and at the same time I am nothing,
I had a major downturn,
but everything was a little better after listening to Panzers,
Ose, thank you, life keeps hitting me with its axe,
buddies who stop answering the phone,
because suddenly they say they're selling,
nothing happens, life is long, and I don't hold grudges,
but I have memory, maybe I should have been a little more humble,
after all I never entered AFYVE,
I am the heterosexual gladiator who was sentenced to fight,
to entertain others in this circus called rap,
but, when I saw all those thumbs down, I took my sword,
I jumped the fence, and went to fight my own battles,
I am sick of youth, worse symptom, rebellion,
I don't burn trash cans, I write poetry,
this is El Chojin, It's Me It's Me, 995, ha.

[Verse 4: Morodo]
And if you turn a corner, and in the front you see nothing,
watch your back friend, because it may be threatened,
since the devil's loads are always the man who shoots them,
motivated by greed, resentment and ignorance, yes yes.