tirando el detonador [Mas Aya & Nick Hook’s Versión]
Oh oh oh
From a long line of the
Rancidest swine came the violators
The cloven foot designers of high
Crime for the iron ages
Twisting down through time
See them tryna unwind creation
Don't be surprised
It's a mistake to think
Their influence had faded
"Well, what a wretched state
Of danger we've made here" I thought to me
Perhaps explaining years of self lobotomy
Toxicly perhaps explaining tears and even
Tears in my cosmology
You numb yourself for years and
It can wear upon you, honestly
These old foxes got a lotta
Plots to outfox us (Ayy)
Tryna divvy up and dump
In corresponding boxes, how obnoxious
Where the heart and mind connect
Expect them targeting like archers
You will not travel towards the light if
They're in charge of your departure
You'd think the universe forgot us the
Way the cursed pitch their product (Woo)
As though our spirit's not a fire that
Can't be snuffed or turned to dollars
Or the expanse across all space can't
Be contained in one small dollop
Now I see that it's the same moment
In history back to haunt us
And here we are again
Hello void, long time watcher
First time callin' in
Every cage built needs an occupant
Got a dead bolt, see 'em lock it in
Had a good run, but they stoppin' it
Wanna walk, man, to the coffin lid
Eat your heart out, fiction fan
Truly the truth's the stranger document
Mira, mírate y ahora mírame a mí, oh
Me río de tí, oh no hay un dolor
Hay un dolor que duele solo en las
Entrañas del pelo que tus alas mojó
Míralo tu, míralo tu
Quiero que se hacía, quiero que si no
Creo si no, no, no, no, no, no
Ayy, no lo creo jamás que duele tanto
Esa granada del mal y una Daga del mal
At best, life is difficult
Poor and you pitiful
Then every day's like a satanic ritual
Beautiful soul with a rogue and the criminal
How long must the holy
Hold onto they principles?
Kickin' and screamin' while
Watchin' the demons
Collecting the gold and the diamond residuals
My pastor say, "God has promised us paradise
Live a good life, it is pivotal"
I promised my mama that I would stay honest
But I want it all in the physical
And promise I'm honest
I'll probably be punished
'Cause keeping that promise too difficult
So picture me red as I sit on the bed
With my hands on my head and this pistol too
Why the fuck must I be miserable?
The devils, they do the despicable
And still, they move like they invincible
These filthy criminals sit at the pinnacle
Doin' the typical, keepin' us miserable
Takin' the most and providin' the minimal
Hate to sound cynical, but shit is pitiful
Times is just critical like Jimmy Savile
They cheerfully kill kids in a ritual
I'll murder the miserables
I'll make it all biblical
I'll cut off their heads
They'll beg for their life and
I'll put it up digital
Fuck the political, the mission is spiritual
A murderous miracle that was sent here
To just punish the terrible
Oh, no me arrepiento
Aunque lo siento que te dolió
Cuando te tire esa granada y te metí la Daga
Bien dentro de la sangre por hijo'e'puta
Por engañarme ma', que no