PRÓCERES MUERTOS Lyrics (English Translation) – Acru

Read the full PRÓCERES MUERTOS (English Translation) lyrics by Acru along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Acru’s music, you can also explore DOS CON HIELO and CADENAS, two other songs by Acru.

[Verse 1: Acru]
I make my wad from the bottom up like Thundercat
Today I wear my frontal lobe tensing the uppercut
It’s the truth, that slang is silk, it’ll be metal to me
I know how to make pleasure out of sorrows until I intertwine them with you
In the jungle, an ace is born in your veins
And not expecting more from that sphere turns you into a hustler
It’ll be dinner, the arsenal that makes me hustle
Light, bring me cash, because I know how to fish where jazz is born
God, give me health, and I’ll do the rest
Blessed by the guru’s mood, be my amulet
An architect in his manifesto exhumes his time
With words that bleed knowledge
On Mondays I detect the tunnel of the text
And the toupee of the perfect puzzle emerges from my body
The crosses I placed take effect, they polish specters and unite in this
On days when I see the light like a shooter from the center

[Chorus: Acru, Auge]
True history of my life, movement
That s*it gets me high, I go and come back
Money on my mind, through the capital
I have to do more, I’m behind on time (Uh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Auge]
The magic, the light in your tragic moment
Words without the weight of the soul burn quickly
Joints B-I-G, my work, God looks at me
His conspiracy in my favor so that I continue like this
Flowers, taste of flowers, sparks, detonators
Born with love and make me value it now
They embody the pain of poor hearts
Hard work forges goalscorers
If time is on their heels
Tour testing genetics through the capital
I hacked brains with the new math
South American soccer, dribbling I have to sharpen

I infiltrated their system and deciphered the machine
Guachos planted trees of Money
Keep listening, I’m explaining what this is about.

Who’s there if all hell breaks loose?

Traces on the map
Plans being orchestrated behind the scenes while they remain unresolved, they are

[Chorus: Acru]
True history of my life, movement
That s*it gets me high, I go and come back
Money on my mind, through the capital
I have to do more, I’m behind on time

[Verse 3: Acru]
I carry the blowgun before this wild jungle
I water the plot for pleasure if the Malbec runs out
The account is clear, today honey flows beneath spoken science
Thus legends of the cassette make icing on katanas
Graphic s*x for the effect of verbose
From my pencil to the spectrum on the retro Macintosh
Volatile power, two beats and fast orchestration
There’s no other ambidextrous ten with these classics

[Verse 4: Auge]
Respect the true
Sweet like Celia Cruz, projects light (The light)
Skill that passes between the crews, Shang Tsung style (What?)
Let Doom return, etched in the tattoo
The loop breaks
Mental mood, black magic behind the blue fog
I’m awake, I’m the jaguar in the five hundred
The routine of love, of warmth in winter
Machines under the skin and I’m not Terminator
I cut the wind, I experiment, crate investigator

[Verse 5: Acru]
Polo Alligator, I drug them with my food
From my fingertips I read everything like architects
Guest, hostage of my time, God is selective
I know that in bills and blocks there are dead heroes

[Chorus: Acru]
True history of my life, movement
That s*t gets me high, I go and come back
Money on my mind, for the capital
I have to do more, I’m carrying time behind me
True history of my life, movement
That s*t gets me high, I go and come back
Money on my mind, for The capital.
I have to do more, I’m behind on time.