ENDEMO Lyrics English Translation by Kendo Kaponi
(feat. Luar La L)
Ken-Ken-Kendo, look at these motherfuckers, talking about trying to scare the monster, ha (Tell ’em, Demonio)
Yo, don’t even look at me wrong, matter of fact, don’t even look at me or I’ll light up the face-eraser (Mamabicho, you dead; what?), brr
Being my enemy has a price, motherfucker, I’m crazy to see you face to face to charge you the cost (What happened, asshole?)
And that Beretta? Who you gonna kill with short little penny-caliber guns?
My 300 erase faces, let me see you, show your face
I’m a god at this, I bow to no one (What?)
The hater can suck my dick (Suck it)
A couple of artists bugging out, I’m about to spray with Flit
Don’t call me to record, there’s no feature for you, asshole
I’ll crash the Panamera (Brrum), the jewelry and my career if I don’t flatten whoever messes one hair on Vi
Bow before Los Eternos
Pass me the goat and I’ll light up the horn
Generation five, y’all on G4, get an update
There’s no cure for the one who suffers envy, and you’re already sick
Mention me and I appear from the shadows (I got Mickey’s to empty in your face)
50 rounds in the Grey drum (Prr; what?), and I’ll kidnap you, heh
Masks like the ghost (Woh)
The long one looks like an alligator from the Everglades (Ah)
How much we betting he drowns? (Prr) Three minutes, I bet you
He don’t float, two bricks strapped to each foot like they’re skateboards (What?)
Everyone who claimed to be real and turned on me is off course
F-Fuck your mother, I hope life spits on you (What happened, asshole?)
You begging death to kiss me, asshole
And if they only knew that luck and her, they’re both my bitches (What? What happened, asshole?)
M-Motherfucker (What?), I’ll rob you of the money from the kilos, the kilos, and the route
I can easily set you up with the classic, a bitch (Hehe)
Don’t trust women, even the Bible debuts that (No)
The serpent with the fruit (What?)
In your face I’ll splinter the stick (Prr), clip runs out, I reload
The mags I got taped up, I don’t take long to switch (A brick on top)
The .40 as backup, in case the long one jams (What happened, asshole?)
I’m gonna kill you and your backup (You dead; what?)
I’m hopping on the Baldo, possessed, I feel like I’m burning
I brought hell up from the ground (Prr), melting the ice of winter
They wanna find me and kill me (Letra), but tell me, who kills an eternal? (No)
Asshole, you’re cold and hot, I’m gonna have to light you up with the thermos
Dressed in black like a crow, we don’t believe in the government’s law (No)
Being here hasn’t come free, I’m expensive like a Bugatti
What’s biting you, seeing me balling like the Illuminati, asshole? (Tre’ Letra’, La L; What?)
I’m with Kaponi possessed
And I don’t give up, hear the verdict of the demon closest to Christ that’s ever been
Possessed
I resist with Moses’ staff on Christ’s cross, still undefeated
Possessed
And tell the antichrist, I’m rolling with Letra, no trumpets, this is Proyecto Apocalipto (What-ah)
I never, I never let go of the fo–, I never let go of the forty (Y’all know)
I’m the demon of the–, I’m the demon of the–
I’m gonna hit you with the forty
I never let go of the fo–, I never let go of the forty (Haha)
It ain’t the bike, it’s the rider, it’s the bike that gets off and starts pedaling
With Perco it’s easier to breathe when you feel like the world don’t wanna turn
Life is a rubber band, but it snaps if you keep stretching it
And hunting you night and day, life is hot and death cools you down
And this war of yours and mine has been dragged by that fallen angel, the blessed one of the Messiah, my soul is empty
(Luar, tell Zachiel to turn it up so the law understands)
Thieves and narcos against the DEA and the CIA
That’s why Preda used to tell me: “The guard shoots the criminal” (Talk, Preda)
“And I support the criminal who kills cops” (Hahaha) (And that’s how I live with cold blood)
I-I-I-I’m coming down the hills (Ah)
And with this fucking career exposed (Ah)
And this attitude that stinks to y’all
And this bitch dies (Haha), if she detects that’s why she’s giving it up like a slut (Ah)
And there are games you don’t play, mirrors that don’t reflect, screams that don’t scream
Heartbeats that if they pulse, weaken like nausea in the one who can’t vomit
I bless them, the hardest punches I write are the ones I write
Let Newton suck my dick and everything relative
I’m one of those who b-breaks the Perco with the Xanax (Ah)
Nothing happens (Nah), this fame is demonic and dark like Maná
I don’t lose my life when I’ve already won death
And “ah” said Capellani, having the faith of Abraham
When you knock on heaven’s doors, they won’t open
And you and your fans will sink, them for worshipping you and you for being a clown
The-the-the demon activity
I pull out the four, zero gravity, MTV, I saw you go viral
I opened my soul and made yours levitate
And one button press and crashed, round changed, soldier down, no restart
Finish him, haha
Brutality, where I saw you I split you
The bullet from one left the point of my LED
The DVD’s gonna burn, if they jump me the CD falls
Let’s see each other, let’s go
The most lit demon of this hell
We’re here, asshole (Ah), we’re here-we’re here good
Possessed
And I don’t give up (Aoh), hear the verdict of the demon closest to Christ that’s ever been
Possessed
I resist with Moses’ staff and Christ’s cross, still undefeated
Possessed
And tell the antichrist, I’m rolling with Letra, no trumpets, this is Proyecto Apocalipto
(What?) Hahaha
Yo (Listen, listen)
What y’all were waiting for (El Letra, they know), the outro (La L)
Zachiel (Zachi), Arpía (On the boards, asshole)
Tell ’em, Frank (Tell ’em, Preda)
Hands of fire, gambit lyrics (They know who’s risking it all)
Yo, mad kids (Geniuz), nuclear mix (Let’s kill each other, motherfuckers)
Yo (What happened, asshole? Y’all scared or what?)
It’s a gearbox (Ah), and sixty and up (Prr)
(Yo, you dead, how many bullets? You hear me?)
Cuajo (Tell me, Custom, what?)
Tell these motherfuckers we’re still ready and crazy to kill a singer (What happened, asshole?)
They know my story from before (Ah)
Luar La L (Tre’ Letra’)
Kendo Kaponi (Tell me, Kendo)
El Demon (The Demon of the Ink)
Yo (Listen, papi, this ain’t over)
Alqaedas Incorporated
(We are Los Eternos, motherfucker)
Los Eternos (Hehe), the new movement
(Los Sobrenaturale’, asshole)
Haha, ah (What?)