Judah
Enlightened
- Oct 1, 2020
- 1,540
Oh-oh, I'm short of breath
And the heart, tucun-tucun-tucun
Today blood will flow
I already know where that boom is moving
Today I'm going to become a criminal, I don't believe in anyone anymore
Unless I become a dead
Today I am going to avenge my brother, as I swore to my father
Tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye is this
A borrowed gun, because I'm not underworld
But the rage I feel does not go away
It's so much that it drowns me, I had never smelled drugs
But, now it is necessary to comply with what the heart implores me
I feel like my chest is coming out, the motorcycle at a hundred per hour
Hair for the gun and I yell at him: "And now?!"
Everything happens very cool
In bursts I unload all those thugs until they no longer spit the gun
And the heart, tucun-tucun, tucun-tucun
And the bullets, pacan-pacan, pacan-pacan
And the heart, tucun-tucun, tucun-tucun
And the bullets, pacan-pacan, pacan
Hey, I cry with rage while I fall on the sidewalk
I hear a lady screaming that they killed Carlos
It was only then that I smiled in relief because Carlos
It was the bastard that killed my brother
Everything is confusing, I hear uiu-uiu-uiu
I see it well and I feel cold, cold, cold
A guy yelling, mine, mine, mine
Until I hear nothing more than a deep silence
Several seconds of calm, my soul next to my body
I said to myself: "I haven't gone to the afterlife yet"
I smell perfume, I see a light in a tunnel
A fire that consumes me, was beginning to see behind
"I will not let the fire overwhelm me, I will continue towards the tunnel", I thought
But I couldn't continue because they pulled me back
plummeting
Black mountains of sulfur with a smell of shit
Deformed bodies suffering, I fell on a stone
An old ship with an old man was waiting for me
They did not answer me at all, souls hit the ship
He took me to Cerberus
That he said not to bite me because he likes my rapper name
If you see it that way, I could be lucky
Ironic is life, but also ironic is death
I woke up already sitting on a dais
And a jury of wicked would decide my fate
I remember that I was beaten and moved to a place in one of the circles with a lot of people
-By vengeful and murderous
You will burn forever for all eternity as punishment-
I saw many familiar faces and was surprised because I didn't think they were with me
People who looked good in the world
Like Che Guevara, even like John Paul II
Alleged Dalai Lama, burned with Mao
And the late Stephanie McConnell and Beethoven, together
I was very amazed to know that they were here
John F. Kennedy, Lenin, Mohammed and Joseph Smith
Caesar and Napoleon, they came out of the flames because they were the same person who is now a certain Obama
I did not understand anything, I asked for Christ
And I noticed that they mocked because nobody had seen it
Others said it was a trick from their church
To rule the world with his majestic company
Charles Russell and Washington, José de San Martín and Gandhi
Yasser Arafat, Christopher Columbus
Elizabeth of England transformed into a naked bitch
I knew there were even Bolívar and Budda
There are too many doubts, vague thoughts
Good people in hell or is it that they were bad at something?
They are here for a reason, even if they don't accept it
I must now find a way to escape death
I remembered that in the land where I was born
There was a legend of the devil with a certain Florentino
Obviously a story, but smart to get out of this hell
literally hell
I ranted for months that I could with the boss
Reciting verses between fire and feces
Until one day an old man in a suit showed up and told me
"Lose and I'll take your father as a tribute"
What a complicated situation he found me in
But I've never been one to shit
Besides, he had composed too many verses
That, plus improvisation, would make the universe temper
– Start, first of all I curse you
I'm going to make you suffer the worst of all punishments
How dare you challenge me in Spanish?
And in this rhythm as poor as the ground where you grew up
– All the more reason, you should be ashamed
Losing a match with a Homo sapiens
Also, I'll explain, it's called Venezuela where this guy was born
And you can't curse me because I'm already cursed
– You are very peculiar
And my duty is to explain that you can't win because I know everything
I dominate the languages, the modes, the history
I even know the deepest fears of your memory
– I must clarify that there is a key factor that you forget
Fears are gone the moment you lose your life
It is said that love slaughters your insults
But I'll kill you with more hate, to be fair
– To me, you do not deceive me, mediocre adversary
How to talk about hate if your arm screams the opposite?
You have lied to all your followers
With multiple contradictions in many of your songs
– You don't understand humans at all
I dream of love because I know that, deep down, we love
If I sing rage it is to vent inside
Like when Christ threw the merchants out of his temple
– Again you talking about things you don't know
You are an imitator like your voice, which is not so deep
The only serious thing is that they believe you
But although the lie has legs, sooner or later they limp
– You have moved me now that I know you better, Satan
You do not understand art, nor peace
My voice is more, it's more, this is my voice that God gave me as a gift
To tenaciously use it, like a dagger in your heart
– How can you talk about God if you are an atheist?
I see it in your eyes, while my candle consumes you
I remind you that God does not exist and what you saw in that tunnel was nothing more than simple common angels
– To doubt and not believe is something very different and if I doubt God it is because I have not seen him
Even so, I insist on emphasizing what I learned with you
There will be many kings, but you always have to go to you
And the heart, tucun-tucun, tucun-tucun
And the heart, tucun-tucun-tucun
Today blood will flow
I already know where that boom is moving
Today I'm going to become a criminal, I don't believe in anyone anymore
Unless I become a dead
Today I am going to avenge my brother, as I swore to my father
Tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye is this
A borrowed gun, because I'm not underworld
But the rage I feel does not go away
It's so much that it drowns me, I had never smelled drugs
But, now it is necessary to comply with what the heart implores me
I feel like my chest is coming out, the motorcycle at a hundred per hour
Hair for the gun and I yell at him: "And now?!"
Everything happens very cool
In bursts I unload all those thugs until they no longer spit the gun
And the heart, tucun-tucun, tucun-tucun
And the bullets, pacan-pacan, pacan-pacan
And the heart, tucun-tucun, tucun-tucun
And the bullets, pacan-pacan, pacan
Hey, I cry with rage while I fall on the sidewalk
I hear a lady screaming that they killed Carlos
It was only then that I smiled in relief because Carlos
It was the bastard that killed my brother
Everything is confusing, I hear uiu-uiu-uiu
I see it well and I feel cold, cold, cold
A guy yelling, mine, mine, mine
Until I hear nothing more than a deep silence
Several seconds of calm, my soul next to my body
I said to myself: "I haven't gone to the afterlife yet"
I smell perfume, I see a light in a tunnel
A fire that consumes me, was beginning to see behind
"I will not let the fire overwhelm me, I will continue towards the tunnel", I thought
But I couldn't continue because they pulled me back
plummeting
Black mountains of sulfur with a smell of shit
Deformed bodies suffering, I fell on a stone
An old ship with an old man was waiting for me
They did not answer me at all, souls hit the ship
He took me to Cerberus
That he said not to bite me because he likes my rapper name
If you see it that way, I could be lucky
Ironic is life, but also ironic is death
I woke up already sitting on a dais
And a jury of wicked would decide my fate
I remember that I was beaten and moved to a place in one of the circles with a lot of people
-By vengeful and murderous
You will burn forever for all eternity as punishment-
I saw many familiar faces and was surprised because I didn't think they were with me
People who looked good in the world
Like Che Guevara, even like John Paul II
Alleged Dalai Lama, burned with Mao
And the late Stephanie McConnell and Beethoven, together
I was very amazed to know that they were here
John F. Kennedy, Lenin, Mohammed and Joseph Smith
Caesar and Napoleon, they came out of the flames because they were the same person who is now a certain Obama
I did not understand anything, I asked for Christ
And I noticed that they mocked because nobody had seen it
Others said it was a trick from their church
To rule the world with his majestic company
Charles Russell and Washington, José de San Martín and Gandhi
Yasser Arafat, Christopher Columbus
Elizabeth of England transformed into a naked bitch
I knew there were even Bolívar and Budda
There are too many doubts, vague thoughts
Good people in hell or is it that they were bad at something?
They are here for a reason, even if they don't accept it
I must now find a way to escape death
I remembered that in the land where I was born
There was a legend of the devil with a certain Florentino
Obviously a story, but smart to get out of this hell
literally hell
I ranted for months that I could with the boss
Reciting verses between fire and feces
Until one day an old man in a suit showed up and told me
"Lose and I'll take your father as a tribute"
What a complicated situation he found me in
But I've never been one to shit
Besides, he had composed too many verses
That, plus improvisation, would make the universe temper
– Start, first of all I curse you
I'm going to make you suffer the worst of all punishments
How dare you challenge me in Spanish?
And in this rhythm as poor as the ground where you grew up
– All the more reason, you should be ashamed
Losing a match with a Homo sapiens
Also, I'll explain, it's called Venezuela where this guy was born
And you can't curse me because I'm already cursed
– You are very peculiar
And my duty is to explain that you can't win because I know everything
I dominate the languages, the modes, the history
I even know the deepest fears of your memory
– I must clarify that there is a key factor that you forget
Fears are gone the moment you lose your life
It is said that love slaughters your insults
But I'll kill you with more hate, to be fair
– To me, you do not deceive me, mediocre adversary
How to talk about hate if your arm screams the opposite?
You have lied to all your followers
With multiple contradictions in many of your songs
– You don't understand humans at all
I dream of love because I know that, deep down, we love
If I sing rage it is to vent inside
Like when Christ threw the merchants out of his temple
– Again you talking about things you don't know
You are an imitator like your voice, which is not so deep
The only serious thing is that they believe you
But although the lie has legs, sooner or later they limp
– You have moved me now that I know you better, Satan
You do not understand art, nor peace
My voice is more, it's more, this is my voice that God gave me as a gift
To tenaciously use it, like a dagger in your heart
– How can you talk about God if you are an atheist?
I see it in your eyes, while my candle consumes you
I remind you that God does not exist and what you saw in that tunnel was nothing more than simple common angels
– To doubt and not believe is something very different and if I doubt God it is because I have not seen him
Even so, I insist on emphasizing what I learned with you
There will be many kings, but you always have to go to you
And the heart, tucun-tucun, tucun-tucun
