Lyrics of Don Dyablo - Dyablo

Don Dyablo (original)

En este juego y en cualquiera
siempre atacan al que esta arriba
por la ambicion y el temor inventan estupideces
y no saben lo que hacen
soy Don Dyablo, el Profeta, orgullo guerrillero
Es el poder y el dinero lo que mueve al mundo
de traicioneros y hocicones esta lleno el mundo
pues el valiente vive hasta que el cobarde quiere
y el pescado por su pinche puta boca muere
descocerte los huevos antes de que abras la boca
robas mi estilo eres chueco, eres rata loca
eras la copia de los delincuentes ya cambiaste
eres la copia del Profeta puto me copiaste
yo nunca te falte al respeto mas ponte trucha
porque el Dyablo esta encabronado y hasta anda suelto
practica bien mi estilo puto perro mal nacido
te di la mano la mordiste mal agradecido
pues me jurabas que no eras bajo mundo
pues lambes huevos mal te ira de eso sabes te lo juro
yo soy de sangre azteca, orgullo guerrillero
soy el padrino de este estilo y no soy traicionero
Que quien, que yo, que soy Don Dyablo y que
por hocicon y lambe huevos puto te ataque
que quien, que tu, que el, que yo no fui
te hagas pendejo solo tienes celos tu de mi
por una traicion, por pendejada y media
por imitarme a mi me demostraste vales mierda
mi orgullo es guerrillero, tu eres el embustero
eres bastardo y culero perro traicionero
La ejecucion de una cancion es tu pinche excusa
difamacion solo blasfemas ahora ponte trucha
tu no existias en el mapa, eres ojete eres solapa
mantente al margen porque el Dyablo ataca
que porque tengo lo tu querias
porque yo soy lo que tu querias ser
la destruccion de todos esos pinches impostores
resureccion de todos esos putos como tu tienes 10 aos en este negocio
tengo 2 aos yo en este negocio
ahora dime quien te abrio a ti las puertas
no te confundas dije puertas no de quien te abrio las patas
esta no es tu cancion, es un recordatorio
no digas pendejadas que te mando al purgatorio
todo mundo me ataca, el Dyablo se te escapa
pero me ven en carne viva y se ponen a gatas
Que quien, que yo, que soy Don Dyablo y que
por hocicon y lambe huevos puto te ataque
que quien, que tu, que el, que yo no fui
te hagas pendejo solo tienes celos tu de mi
por una traicion, por pendejada y media
por imitarme a mi me demostraste vales mierda
mi orgullo es guerrillero, tu eres el embustero
eres bastardo y culero perro traicionero
En este juego todos quieren tumbar al de arriba
todos siguen al lider necesitan de su guia
podran copiarme mis palabras, podran copiarme mis estilos
pero comprar mi gente ni con tiros
porque mi gente siempre ha sido fiel
yo todo se los debo eso tambien yo lo se
soy un guerrero, soy azteca
y aunque les arda el culo seguire siendo yo el dueo de discos Profeta
este es mi estilo y marca registrada
no sirves pa’nada te operas los huevos, eres mandilon
te pega tu hyna tumbada por mas que practiques tu nunca podras
tu ser como yo, tener lo que yo, actuar como yo, pensar como yo, vivir como yo,
no porque no tienes lo que necesitas
para vender usas mi estilo y homie te me aguitas
si quieres guerra simplemente te la voy a dar
y si me ofendes solo espera lo que va a pasar
Que quien, que yo, que soy Don Dyablo y que
por hocicon y lambe huevos puto te ataque
que quien, que tu, que el, que yo no fui
te hagas pendejo solo tienes celos tu de mi
por una traicion, por pendejada y media
por imitarme a mi me demostraste vales mierda
mi orgullo es guerrillero, tu eres el embustero
eres bastardo y culero perro traicionero

(translation)

In this game and in any
they always attack the one on top
out of ambition and fear they invent stupid things
and they don't know what they do
I am Don Dyablo, the Prophet, guerrilla pride
It is power and money that moves the world
the world is full of treacherous and snouts
because the brave lives until the coward wants
and the fish for his fucking fucking mouth dies
uncook your eggs before you open your mouth
You steal my style, you're crooked, you're a crazy rat
you were the copy of the criminals you already changed
you are the copy of the fucking Prophet you copied me
I never disrespected you but put on trout
because the Dyablo is pissed off and is even on the loose
practice well my style fucking evil dog
I gave you my hand, you bit it, ungrateful
Well, you swore to me that you weren't underworld
well lambes eggs badly you will get angry from that you know I swear
I am of Aztec blood, guerrilla pride
I am the godfather of this style and I am not treacherous
That who, that I, that I am Don Dyablo and that
by snout and lambe fucking eggs I attack you
that who, that you, that he, that I was not
you're stupid, you're just jealous of me
for a betrayal, for bullshit and a half
for imitating me you showed me you're worth shit
my pride is a guerrilla, you are the liar
you are a bastard and a treacherous dog
The execution of a song is your fucking excuse
defamation you only blaspheme now put on trout
you did not exist on the map, you are an eyelet you are a flap
stay out because the Dyablo attacks
because I have what you wanted
because I am what you wanted to be
the destruction of all those fucking impostors
resurrection of all those whores like you have 10 years in this business
I have been in this business for 2 years
now tell me who opened the doors for you
don't get confused I said doors not of who opened your legs
this is not your song, it's a reminder
don't talk bullshit I'm sending you to purgatory
everyone attacks me, the Dyablo escapes you
but they see me raw and they get on all fours
That who, that I, that I am Don Dyablo and that
by snout and lambe fucking eggs I attack you
that who, that you, that he, that I was not
you're stupid, you're just jealous of me
for a betrayal, for bullshit and a half
for imitating me you showed me you're worth shit
my pride is a guerrilla, you are the liar
you are a bastard and a treacherous dog
In this game everyone wants to knock down the one on top
everyone follows the leader they need his guide
they could copy my words, they could copy my styles
but buy my people not even with shots
because my people have always been faithful
I owe them all that too I know
I am a warrior, I am Aztec
and even if their asses burn, I will continue to be the owner of Prophet records
this is my style and trademark
you're no use for anything, you operate on your eggs, you're a mandilon
your hyna hits you lying down no matter how much you practice you will never be able to
you be like me, have what I do, act like me, think like me, live like me,
no because you don't have what you need
to sell you use my style and homie you aguitas me
if you want war I will simply give it to you
and if you offend me just wait what will happen
That who, that I, that I am Don Dyablo and that
by snout and lambe fucking eggs I attack you
that who, that you, that he, that I was not
you're stupid, you're just jealous of me
for a betrayal, for bullshit and a half
for imitating me you showed me you're worth shit
my pride is a guerrilla, you are the liar
you are a bastard and a treacherous dog