Los 2 Olivos (feat. Wilmer Roberts)

Ah
The fat is back again; as always, the threat
During this quarantine, I've seen a couple of checks from home
Sometimes, I feel like buying a couple of steaks at Plaza
But then I think that so-and-so hasn't had dinner and I let it go
I'm tough for my house, for yours too
Ask, partner, the one who financed your Mercedes Benz
They threw stones at the stone, but I saw their arm
Now I drink from their cups celebrating their cup of rejection
They don't front anymore, everyone fears me
They know that the ink I write with is made of blood and semen
They wanted to see me crawling on the cement
And I was the drop of water that broke the rock they call Movement
The best of the moment, I have rap in my chest
I revived the culture, mom, (oh!), what have you done?
The tile doesn't impress those who see the slab on the roof
I keep their best lines in the bars I discard

(Me!)
Mild, Batman, who brought true rest
In those times, you were what rap was missing
They want you to be the one who will never return
Because in these times there are actually tough rappers
The one who criticizes, criticizes because they don't have what you have
The life your buddies live, hundred-dollar bills
Your failure is your fault, daddy, don't fill yourself with hate
There's no league, rappers like me who? (Who; me!)
Getting a couple of turns doesn't make you a turner (what?)
Worry when they call you Sparky in the neighborhood (what?)
Worry if a cop says: That's a card swiper
Those are signs that you should sell the Civic, sir
To the guys who are dissing me, change the metric
Because here, every three hours we renew the theme
You don't understand because you don't master dialectics
Very predictable, your rhymes are very basic
Syntactic, pathetic, illogical, retrograde, and erratic
They just talk about the same thing: drugs, the street, and I have an automatic
Stupid, theoretical, zoological genetics
After hearing their lyrics, I got two tetanus shots

Ladies and gentlemen, what you heard earlier
Was simply a distraction
We bring a message for everyone
And for that, we need your attention
Get comfortable, because now this is about to begin

Ah, ah, okay
My name is Wilmer Roberts, grandson of Doña Juana
Raised in the core of a Christian family
Devout like others, but
I started questioning the Bible when they told me not to question it
And I understood that I understood nothing)
That they were words of liberation that kept my beliefs locked up
Well, accompanied in joy, their preachings sound good
But being alone, I found so many logical flaws
I was afraid to say that I didn't agree
With some rules that their Church had taught me
Because sin is the path to eternal fire
And simply not agreeing with God is a sin
It's complicated, should I have stayed silent?
Accepting the established and keeping doubts in my mind
But I understood that hell would have won me over
Because I would be pretending and pretending is also a sin
So, I left questioning myself on the way
If I had gone astray or maybe found the right path
Because I don't agree with trying to be perfect
For a judgment where the one who judges me is the one who created my flaws
I didn't decide to be this way, life wanted it
Doubt was inside me until the day of my baptism
Also the evil and that sick desire for sex
Do I deserve to go to hell for the way He made me? (Tell me)
I don't think God is so evil
I firmly believe that there is a mystery buried deep down
If evil already existed when the book was created
Then, it's possible that someone manipulated it at will (or not?)
For me, it makes no sense for there to be a blessed book
From which, whoever doesn't read it is deprived of heaven
If it was only in the year 1600 that it was translated
And people are still dying without having read it
For me, it makes no sense for a God of all creations
To send his creation to create a book of instructions
On how to reach his blessings and
Send forty men to spread it
In a world where there were already 100 million
How many nations perished without his call?
The knowledge that there is a certain Jehovah
Who loves them arrived late, unfortunately
Because in South Asia, Jehovah doesn't exist
There, everyone worships a certain Brahma
Who's right? Who's wrong?
How many die following the wrong religion?
It's not their fault, those people shouldn't be labeled as ignorant
For following other instilled words
But not everyone is ready for this topic
Because they don't believe that religion is also a system (they don't believe)
That we were taught from a young age not to believe in anything else
So, they consider the other minority religions false
Making you believe that a book decides everything
And that anyone who doesn't agree with Him goes to hell
A religion that, in search of its authority, attacks you
A book that is meant to unite us, but divides us
And yes; I don't declare myself king
Although not a single day of my life have I stopped doing good for others
Even (Even) if I die, I go to hell, according to
That sacred book, molded by a common editor
For me, it's a cunning tutorial book
That teaches me what sin is and how important tithing is
That programs me not to see wrong in those who collect
Preaching in the name of a man who never charged for preaching
The one I will never understand
Call a famous pastor to preach for free to see what he'll say
I don't agree with that part in your script
It's like charging my son for educating him and watching him grow (Ah)
Religion is a dark path guided
By a man who shines with the flame of his interpretation
Can I burn for dancing to a song?
Will my wife leave me for wearing pants?
What about compassion? And where is the supposed love
That in so many fragments you promote that your Lord enjoys?
If a faithful follower goes to hell for any mistake
Then your religious obedience obeys your fear
Pastor, I've been wondering
What would happen if you, who have dedicated your life to preaching
Die tomorrow, go to heaven, and find yourself walking next to me
Who spent my whole life enjoying
How would you feel
Seeing that your God isn't as bad as your Bible made Him look?
That heaven is just a place where we go when we die
And that life, God only gave it to you to live, amen
I crossed a thousand religions in search of the right one
And I didn't find it in any, I felt that my soul was imperfect
God told me that He is not in a congregation or sect
That He is with His children and we have a direct connection, woh

Alright, me
I asked a servant how her daughter was and she told me
She's fine, the bad thing is that she has gone astray
She told me her life and left me amazed
When she told me she has hell assured
And I replied: If this were a court and you were the judge
Why would you judge your daughter?
And she told me: Because she goes to nightclubs
Because she drinks with the choir and lives an impious life
Impious life? How many people has her daughter killed?
How many boys and girls has she abused?
Did she sell her soul? How many towns has she massacred?
Whatever you say, it can be used against you
And I told her: If there will be a great trial in heaven
It means that there must be evidence for the audience
And between evidence and evidence for a fair trial
The guilty will be judged and will pay all they owe
Her daughter's lawyer makes his entrance
One is called Jesus of Nazareth and the other, Al Mashiaj
And he brought a file with 20 thousand pages
That says your name, dates, and photographs
He says that you influenced her and can prove it
That there were situations and you didn't know how to handle them
Pain, sadness, doubt; she tried to talk about it
And because you weren't there, she didn't know how to control it
Her heart didn't know how to repair it due to lack of guidance
Things she saw and that traumatized her
And a religious person will say that because she's in sin
She let demons in who used her for evil
If that's the case, as the Word says
No one can be judged for something they didn't do
So, the only one responsible for the deeds
Was the demon, who took advantage of her weakness, me
By condemning others, they have a desire
Let me release this code that few will understand
Did you contribute when they sacrificed Jesus?
And how many of you ate from the fruit in Eden with Eve and Adam?
Many are called and few are chosen
They will be like the sand of the sea, all lost
According to your interpretation: There will be two saved and a hundred lost
Remember that with the same measure you use, it will be measured to you, me
I believe in the God of Abraham, the Bible is the pure word
I find sense in many things when I read the scriptures
Likewise, subjectively, I believe that God is in culture
That's why, if I had been born in Asia, I would be a faithful follower of Buddha
Because they have divided their interpretations
Before there were less than ten, now there are over 4,200 religions
In a time where there is so much confusion
God weighs the hearts fairly and examines the intentions
There is a path, but everyone has their own definition
They worship the same God, but were taught a different version
Everyone believes they have the truth and remain firm in their conviction
Each nation has its culture, what you promote is division
You fight for who's right
That if it's not what I learned or know; the other is in confusion
If everything were based on your position
Where does free will fit?
It would be like a program with the same pattern
Everything that comes out of your mouth is to judge
To look at the speck in someone else's eye to point and condemn
To say that life is in the mind so it's easy for you to talk
Because your life doesn't change anything and you have no love to give, me
The reality is that, if we talk about condemning
On Judgment Day, all of humanity will be found guilty
Because you do a thousand things that are nothing to you
But there, they can be irrefutable evidence against you
Thousands of factors can influence
For you to harm and ruin someone's life
A word, an action, bad advice
Thousands of possibilities, just think
We have to put ourselves in the other's shoes positively
Until the end, be the most understanding
Your biggest mistake is believing you are saved
And that same security makes you insensitive
I believe that God wants us all to love each other
And to help the most needy among us
That we support each other, help one another
And understand that everything we know is relative
You fight for who's right
That if it's not what I learned or know; the other is in confusion
If everything were based on your position
Where does free will fit?
It would be like a program with the same pattern
Everything that comes out of your mouth is to judge
To look at the speck in someone else's eye to point and condemn
To say that life is in the mind so it's easy for you to talk
Because your life doesn't change anything and you have no love to give, me
The reality is that, if we talk about condemning
On Judgment Day, all of humanity will be found guilty
Because you do a thousand things that are nothing to you
But there, they can be irrefutable evidence against you
Thousands of factors can influence
For you to harm and ruin someone's life
A word, an action, bad advice
Thousands of possibilities, just think
We have to put ourselves in the other's shoes positively
Until the end, be the most understanding
Your biggest mistake is believing you are saved
And that same security makes you insensitive
I believe that God wants us all to love each other
And to help the most needy among us
That we support each other, help one another
And understand that everything we know is relative

Glory to the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
Concept of the Lion of the tribe of Judah
I am N-Fasis, do you hear me?!
DJ Alexis
Wilmer Roberts
(DJ Alexis producing)