El Diablo Se Camuflado En El Asfalto
Nach
The Devil Camouflaged in the Asphalt
It's done, Nach Scratch, that's how it happens and that's how I tell it,
that's how I tell it and that's how I feel it, getting into action,
to introduce you to the underworld is the mission, I...
You notice the lie as it breathes, you feel how anger stares at you fixedly,
you observe the greed that revolves around your generation while in a corner you get blind drunk on rum, it's the devil even though I know you don't believe me,
the devil camouflaged in the asphalt, don't you see? The devil camouflaged in the asphalt, don't you see? Among banks and parks...
I fear nothing, I'm supreme and that's why I don't burn
in the greedy bonfire I don't fall into your pit, let's talk about the life of the underworld the world of the vagabonds, of the sinister streets dark alleys, where the sun doesn't rise or set,
where the mafiosos and Al Capone's apprentices dwell, I bring you information new books to read, more landscapes to see and different smells to smell, power in my mind, screwing my people tremendous mistake, I'm NS getting into action, crushing, running over as if I were a truck, you lie, play dirty, deceive, cheat, but I know the aces you keep up your sleeve, evil is invisible, smart and cold as ice, it hides in the parks behind the tall skyscrapers.
You close your eyes for a moment and look inside, what do you find? Tell me, while I see that everyone wants more money and more crime, the weak perish, the strong survive, the streets don't stop it the MC's see it and write, they decide their destiny damn crossroads, confusing times fear of the intruder, slave put on a mask and dress up as the bad guy, the people on your side open up faster than a Christmas gift, there is no other reality the city, the hole, lives and kills for money and that sinister grin of the devil shows it, revenge, vendetta, our thing, since the day I was born and received the first blow and until my last breath in the priest's sermon, crazy life, like Don Quixote of La Mancha, short life, so we'll have to make it wider, the devil is lurking hatred takes advantage, he's not satisfied until he's opened your chest,
maybe I'll cross paths with him, the fight will be on,
the same cruel battle I've had all my life..
You notice the lie as it breathes, you feel how anger stares at you fixedly,
you observe the greed that revolves around your generation while in a corner you get blind drunk on rum, it's the devil even though I know you don't believe me,
the devil camouflaged in the asphalt, don't you see? The devil camouflaged in the asphalt, don't you see? [x2]
Among banks and parks...
And if you see it and feel it, it's better that you fight to escape its clutches, it controls you don't notice behind you, respect to my group on another level, just arrived to it, 1999 years after Christ, and I resist
Come, come, come, tell me, who, who, who
has the 100x100, come on puto Nach Scratch on your temple, do you see? [x3]