Translation of the song lyrics Guerrilleros - Dyablo, C-4, Croniko

Guerrilleros (original)

El profeta!!!
Kroniko
Sangre azteca
Orgullo guerrillero
Dejame ami desirte todo lo que esta pasando
Estos cabrones estan cambiando ya me estan copiando
Cambiaron de idioma cambiaron de su pinche estilo
Yo fui el pionero no el primero eso yo les digo
Habri las puertas del negocio asta los mercados
El dyablo suena lado a lado esquina a esquina y por todos lados
Representado siempre a mis soldados
Tengan quidado enemigos que los dejo helados
No habran la boca y mucho menos traten de emitarme
Quieren chingarme pero sus manos van a sudarles
Mientras estudian y analisan todos mis estilos
Tomo tequila con C-4 escucho los corridos
Preucupate de todo lo que viene tras de mi
Esto no es nada esto es el principio de tu pinche fin
El dyablo con C-4
Yo jesus el dyablo el profeta
Un vato que tiene la sangre azteca y que representa
Somos aztecas mexicanos lo vas a sentir
Tres endividuos guerrilleros vete a despedir
De tu familia de este mundo que vas a sufrir
Si te atraviesas te bromamos
Te vas a morir
Con el cuerpo entumido en desesperasion
Con mi mente fija a cualquier tipo de action
Me muevo lento y muy violento y despuesto
A cobrar mi venganza
Como si fuiera carranza
Si le corres te alcanza
C-4 nunca se canza
No chinges conmigo
Que soy tu enemigo
Yo soy tu verdugo
Tu mamalo duro
Porque soy muy duro
De a pies a cabeza
Con mucha estreza
Soy una azteca
Por eso la piensas
Asi que ponte listo
Si vas contra mi
No des un paso en falso
O te pongo a dormir
Tan solo vasta una batalla
Pa que sepas bien mi talla
No seas pendejo estas pasandote de la ralla
Te pesco como mantaralla
Estes C-4 y te me callas
Te me atraviezas y te mato a puras metrallas
Sierra la boca que te clavas
Mejor que te vallas
Aqui estoy bien armado
Con mi Arma en la mano
Esperando a que alguien diga algo malo
O que me cagen el palo
Para salir como un soldado
Enlociado encabronado
No te pongas a mi lado
Porque quedas mariado
En el suelo tumbado
Con el rio flotando
Si nadie a tu lado
Solo guitres volando
A tu cuerpo tragando
Tus parientes buscando
Sin poder encontrarlo
Ja Ja!
Te lo dije
Te lo alverti
Si te metes tu conmigo
Te vas a morir
Porque la neta to no juego
Y si quiero te meneo
Para que veas
Quien es el mero mero guerrillero
No lo dudes
Ni me enfrentes
Porque luego te arrepientes
Como todos los ojetes
Que quedaron
Con moretes en sus frentes
Sin nungunos de sus dientes
A crerse muy valientes
Pinche bola de corientes

(translation)

The profit!!!
Kroniko
Aztec blood
guerrilla pride
Let me tell you everything that is happening
These bastards are changing and they are copying me
They changed their language, they changed their fucking style
I was the pioneer, not the first, that's what I tell you
Open the doors of the business to the markets
The dyablo sounds side by side corner by corner and everywhere
Always represented my soldiers
Be careful enemies that I leave you frozen
They will not open their mouths and much less try to issue me
They want to fuck me but their hands are going to sweat
While they study and analyze all my styles
I drink tequila with C-4 I listen to the corridos
Worry about everything that comes after me
This is nothing, this is the beginning of your fucking end
The devil with C-4
I jesus the devil the prophet
A vato who has Aztec blood and who represents
We are Mexican Aztecs you are going to feel it
Three guerrilla individuals, go say goodbye
From your family of this world that you are going to suffer
If you get in the way we kid you
You are going to die
With the body numb in despair
With my mind fixed on any kind of action
I move slow and very violent and then
to collect my revenge
As if it were carranza
If you run, it reaches you
C-4 is never reached
don't fuck with me
that I am your enemy
I am your executioner
you suck it hard
because i'm so tough
from head to toe
with great sternness
i am an aztec
That's why you think
so get ready
if you go against me
Don't take a wrong step
Or put you to sleep
Just vast a battle
So that you know my size well
Don't be an asshole, you're going overboard
I catch you like mantaralla
Estes C-4 and you shut me up
You go through me and I kill you with pure shrapnel
Saw the mouth that you nail
you better go
Here I am well armed
With my gun in hand
Waiting for someone to say something bad
Or fuck my stick
To go out like a soldier
mad pissed off
Don't stand by me
Why do you get dizzy
lying on the ground
With the river floating
If no one by your side
only guitars flying
to your body swallowing
your relatives searching
unable to find it
LOL!
I told you
I told you
If you mess with me
You are going to die
Because the net to not play
And if I want I shake you
for you to see
Who is the mere guerrilla?
Do not hesitate
Don't even face me
Because then you regret
like all eyelets
what were left
With bruises on their foreheads
Without any of his teeth
To believe very brave
fucking ball of currents