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Genelipsis
The owner's son
Tell me, Nathan
we are making people kill us
Here it is good or bad, there is no tie
Stop telling us so much nonsense
That you are not from God, you turned
The music of always
That makes you gross
They only talk about sex
That makes you gross
Drugs and gun
That makes you more brutal
I have gross friends
And I don't want to be in mourning
The music of always
That makes you gross
They only talk about sex
That makes you gross
Drugs and gun
That makes you more brutal
I have gross friends
And I don't want to be in mourning
Give yourself to Christ
It's a touchdown in football
A quile in volleyball
A home run in baseball
I feel like I'm going for miles
In the Mercedes sport
If not for something positive
Don't give me a call
Ti-shots for the Devil
At least I don't say things
What am I not doing, when I speak in my songs?
Feka, feka, feka
You do not endeca, you do not endeca
God is waiting for the teco
And to the one who sells the butter
To serve in his name
I came to work hard
I didn't come to please man
The debris does not go to heaven
Don't ruin me
And when you see the Devil
Don't be surprised
They are being a tool, yes, but of Satan
God tells you, that with all your mind you will love him
You will learn to preach, demons you will bind
And as the sixth commandment says, you will never kill
Nathan the Prophet, hehe
I don't want to be in mourning
My rhymes are bullets
With which I execute the enemy
Christ the truth is that I don't even discuss that
The world offered me greatness
But I saw it tiny
It offers me a lot of fame
He is very clever
I change a thousand years
For being in his presence for a minute
I know they are going to criticize, but I enjoy that
If they are throwing stones at me
Because I am giving them fruit, hehe
There is only one life live it
But the truth is only one, follow it
God will judge good and bad works
If you are free from sin, the first stone, throw it
Come on throw it, come measure it
Whoever is lacking faith, ask for it
You are talking about drugs in your songs
And there are children listening to you
Your word, measure it
The music of always
That makes you gross
They only talk about sex
That makes you gross
Drugs and gun
That makes you more brutal
I have gross friends
And I don't want to be in mourning
The music of always
That makes you gross
They only talk about sex
That makes you gross
Drugs and gun
That makes you more brutal
I have gross friends
And I don't want to be in mourning
I bear all the load that comes
I'm like a buffalo
Learn the word
Your-your testimony use it
Teach the children
With the gospel make it sound
The enemy is that
What does it tell you, abuse it?
And he tells the others accuse him
After you did what you did
you are a worm
The Devil doesn't use me, he doesn't use me, he doesn't use me
Because I am here to serve the one who heals me from vice.
Blessed me with the holy spirit
There is only one saint
Baby, I don't believe in saints
I have seen Satan
I am cured with fear
Many are called
And God chose me among so many
You too can be part of this
There is only one team that works here
This is not basketball
They want to be different
And they're all like the rest
I go with the one who erases
Arrest warrants
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