Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Profeta, artist - Dyablo.
Date of issue: 13.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
El Profeta(original) |
-¿Cómo te enteraste de esto? |
-Pues un chivaton… |
-¿Y cómo se llama tu chivaton? |
-Bueno, pues es uno de esos que no tienen nombre… |
-Hayy… eto’s chingados anónimos carai… |
-Estas muy bien enterado he… |
Es el Imperio del Profeta de un azteca loco |
Una revolución, adquisición yo la provoco |
Es la conquista de Aslam |
La gloria y el infierno |
Es una marcha triunfal, jugaste y bien en serio |
Con doce demonios te espero yo en el cementerio |
Conmigo prece’s, soy un calinfa soy un guerrillero |
Y prefiero, morir parado que morir arrodillado y |
Traicionar a aquel que me ha ayudado |
No abras la boca o te perforo con un sacacorcho |
Ya sea por bien o sea por mal tu lengua te la mocho |
Poco a poco |
Esperare a que caigas para yo aplastarte y arrastrarte |
Y poder darte |
Una lección sin compasión y sin misericordia |
Culminación, difamación cambiaste tu la historia |
Pues le faltaste el respeto a Dyablo el Profeta |
Haz traicionado a un ser que tiene sangre azteca |
Es el Imperio |
De un Profeta azteca |
No abras la boca, porque esta a ti te toca |
Tal vez tu puedas hablar |
Tal vez puedas inventar |
Pero te juro si te toco no la vas a contar |
Te lo advertí, te aconsejé que no me traicionaras |
Te convertí, yo te forme con esto tu me pagas |
Soy azteca j’omi |
El Profeta j’omi |
El que la hace me la paga te lo juro j’omi |
Y ten cuidado que del plato a la boca se te cae la sopa |
Porosiconora tu sangre brota |
Subestimaste mis acciones |
Te volviste rata |
Eras mi amigo, te volviste viruja barata |
De casanova ni la fama tú no tienes nada |
Vas presumiendo por el mundo ya no tienes nada |
Me río de tu persona y de tu ceja rasurada |
De tus historias, fantasías, de tu pendejada |
Tarde o temprano nunca olvido siempre me las cobro |
Tu nombre escrito en mi libro negro y no lo borro |
Existen reglas importantes |
Solo dos te digo: |
«Mantén boca cerrada y no traiciones a un amigo» |
Es el Imperio |
De un Profeta azteca |
No abras la boca, porque esta a ti te toca |
Tal vez tu puedas hablar |
Tal vez puedas inventar |
Pero te juro si te toco no la vas a contar |
Dime con quien te juntas y yo te diré quien eres |
Deja de usar mi nombre para conseguir mujeres |
Se tu mismo |
Por ti mismo |
Y aléjate de mi porque te vuelvo en espejismo |
Como quisiera que me hubieras dado tu la cara |
Mas te escondiste como un avestruz |
A Jesús le rogaba |
Para agarrarte o que te encontrara |
Pero tu miedo te sacó y no dejó que te hallara |
Pero recuerda esto, quien somos y en el camino andamos |
Te lo juro que si no topamos |
Haré que tragues tu puto veneno |
Y ruega a Dios que no te encuentre y te meta leño |
Pues la traición es un pecado mortal |
Es consecuencia fatal |
Es mi venganza letal, ja! |
Solo recuerda lo que yo te digo: |
Eras mi amigo y te volvistes en mi enemigo |
Es el Imperio |
De un Profeta azteca |
No abras la boca, porque esta a ti te toca |
Tal vez tu puedas hablar |
Tal vez puedas inventar |
Pero te juro si te toco no la vas a contar |
(translation) |
-How did you find out about this? |
-Well, a sneak… |
-And what is the name of your sneak? |
-Well, he is one of those who have no name... |
-Therey... eto's anonymous fucks carai... |
-You are very well aware I have... |
It's the Empire of the Prophet of a crazy Aztec |
A revolution, acquisition I provoke it |
It is the conquest of Aslam |
glory and hell |
It's a triumphal march, you played and seriously |
With twelve demons I'll wait for you in the cemetery |
With me prece's, I'm a calinfa I'm a guerrilla |
And I prefer to die standing than to die on my knees and |
Betray the one who has helped me |
Don't open your mouth or I'll pierce you with a corkscrew |
Whether it's for good or for bad, your tongue will spoil you |
Slowly |
I'll wait for you to fall so I can crush you and drag you |
and to be able to give you |
A lesson without compassion and without mercy |
Culmination, defamation you changed your story |
Well, you disrespected Dyablo the Prophet |
You have betrayed a being that has Aztec blood |
It's the Empire |
Of an Aztec Prophet |
Do not open your mouth, because this is your turn |
maybe you can talk |
maybe you can invent |
But I swear if I touch you you won't tell |
I warned you, I advised you not to betray me |
I converted you, I formed you with this, you pay me |
I am Aztec j'omi |
The Prophet j'omi |
The one who makes it pays me I swear j'omi |
And be careful that the soup falls from the plate to your mouth |
Porosiconora your blood gushes |
You underestimated my actions |
you turned rat |
You were my friend, you turned cheap wood |
Of Casanova or fame you have nothing |
You go showing off around the world, you don't have anything anymore |
I laugh at your person and at your shaved eyebrow |
Of your stories, fantasies, of your bullshit |
Sooner or later I never forget I always charge them |
Your name written in my black book and I don't erase it |
There are important rules |
Only two I tell you: |
"Keep your mouth shut and don't betray a friend" |
It's the Empire |
Of an Aztec Prophet |
Do not open your mouth, because this is your turn |
maybe you can talk |
maybe you can invent |
But I swear if I touch you you won't tell |
Tell me who you hang out with and I'll tell you who you are |
stop using my name to get women |
Be yourself |
By yourself |
And get away from me because I turn you into a mirage |
How I wish you would have given me your face |
But you hid like an ostrich |
I begged Jesus |
To grab you or find you |
But your fear took you out and didn't let me find you |
But remember this, who we are and on the road we walk |
I swear to you that if we don't run into |
I'll make you swallow your fucking poison |
And pray to God that he doesn't find you and put a log on you |
For treason is a deadly sin |
It is fatal consequence |
It's my lethal revenge, ha! |
Just remember what I tell you: |
You were my friend and you became my enemy |
It's the Empire |
Of an Aztec Prophet |
Do not open your mouth, because this is your turn |
maybe you can talk |
maybe you can invent |
But I swear if I touch you you won't tell |