Rumores

Duration

3:42

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Intro: Hay rumores rumores rumores de guerra Hay rumores rumores rumores de guerra Hay rumores rumores rumores de guerra Hay rumores rumores rumores de guerra Verse arose from a blood bath saved by grace make the case for all my comrades baptized in the fire of combat on the frontline mind frame is attack you ask? what fans the flames? look at the fire in my eye see the pain hear words come alive no it’s not a game know what it feel to be blatantly betrayed to many ready willing and Abel Cain personify hate they aim to assassinate my character for personal gain but that’s vain use to be one of the same but abrupt change took place converting came with an upgrade discern sharp turns serve and switch lanes go from a troubled soul bonded in chains to inspire feeble minds gone through the same things come clean put it simple and plain use to pump weight bank roll major pape lusted for the hustle and all its accolade trap till I realize it’s a rat race faint rappers justify but I can’t got relatives still pricking they veins picking at scabs getting the shakes scratching an itch fiend-ing for base looking for a brief escape hey! Chorus Cuanto tiempo nos queda si vivir es sufrir hay rumores de guerra por donde quiera que vas en la esqina se escucha pero que pasara pero que pasara pero que pasara hay rumores de guerra Verse in a fallen world my readiness is heightened an ex marine trained to flack your sniping abuela is like que dios te guarde poniendo dios pordelante be decisive fear non triflin’ my writing ripened focused on community gripped by vices food shortages family’s in crisis stomachs growling tummy’s tightening little to no low-income housing women struck by domestic violence babies crying mami’s frightened Cuz papi’s wiling a rampant tyrant ready to spark you up como un ligh-ter por fa please ma’ don’t let him strike me and he strike in the darkness of night how can young-in do right with so much plight make young-in wanna go reach for a knife to slice his wrist or pierce your wind pipe squeeze a four-fifth or bust a nine and look death right dead in it’s eye and plea the fifth facing twenty to life getting bribed by the father of lies fewer kids ready to live there’s more willing to die it ain’t about ah ah-ah ah I... Chorus Cuanto tiempo nos queda si vivir es sufrir hay rumores de guerra por donde quiera que vas en la esqina se escucha pero que pasara credits from For My People, released 06 September 2011 Produced, mixed, and mastered by Abdias Ernesto Garcia Lyrics/Vocals by Trop Montune & Abdias Ernesto Garcia Tacatantan! Records