Justicia Poética Lyrics (English Translation) – Ayax

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[Verse 1]
I go through every memory on the forum
Fake love, black market love
You bought Mom a house on the hill at the very top
You and I both know that's a lie

You don't read books, you don't watch movies, you don't go out
You tell me the story, but the details are missing
That's how it's done, I've always taught you lessons
I'm going to fu*k you alive, no matter what

Rappers suck my balls (??)
Tell him I'm not going if I'm here tonight (??)
I'm a little kid with a bike
Listen to the plaza with "Dela," with Easy

Smoking blunts of weed like poppies
Turning 18 right when the crisis started
You talk about trivial things
I'll write you a thesis
You might be Romario, but I'm Messi

Paid actors because you don't have any friends left
That's what happens when someone turns out to be a dud
Snitch, don't mess with the boss
I'm going to I'll fu*k you four by four

You're a wrapper, a spinning windmill
A sunflower, a jumper (??)
I'm gonna hit you with a combo

I've got tigers from Morocco and also from the Congo
I've got tigers in Mexico and also in London
We play one-touch and you never leave the rondo

This is my business: I plan to go all the way
Yesterday I stopped your tour so you could sell me out
We're all in the same boat and we'll meet again down the road

I get off the subway and light up a joint
The tip of my d!ck is cutting-edge technology
The order of the factor doesn't adulterate the product
She was an adulteress; As an adult, she's single

Call the courts, pass this on to the police
Call the doctor, ask for a fracture report
Call the funeral director, get me the bill
Don't go through the neighborhood, she's wanted and...

My rap is (??), serious s*it
You don't eat your stockings
You don't even reach the half-stocking, half-measure

I have big balls, so hydrogen peroxide
Band-Aids, ointments, molar SEO
Don't mule me, I am mules
I don't skate: I invent a trick long before recording
Flying over the cuckoo

Hesitate on the handle, I'll give you the watch
Your ass in the plaza is worth the price of crack
The Steppenwolf, the Lone Ranger
The opposite of being unary, to that contracted fascist

My team has a cool head, a hot heart
Incandescent blood, intravenous magma
A traitor like Figo, I throw heads Pig
Tell your Ghost Rider to give him a raise

You're burning up, you smell like freshly cooked steak
Revenge is both an obligation and a right

It makes me really sad to have to make this track
You brought it on yourself, so that's your problem

Fake love, love that this pearl
14 years, you'll never get to know him

Little brother, knock on wood
You're Fernandito
Malaramera
Little brother, knock on wood, you're Fernandito, Malaramera

[Bridge]
"And everyone, I mean, the managers too…
They screwed me over big time

They paid for my travel, my food, everything
So I could open for them
I was an expense for them, which wasn't great at the time
That they generated so much, so much
I'll always be super grateful"

[Outro]
Ah, ah… don't mess with your father
Eh, eh, eh, eh… it's Ayax

I only have one left Question:
Where the hell is my 20%? (Delinquent)