More songs by Alex Zurdo
Description
CMR4: El Museo · Alex Zurdo · Natan El Profeta
Producer: Orlando Brinn
Lead Vocals: Alexis Velez
Lead Vocals: Natan El Profeta
Recording Engineer: Barajas
Mastering Engineer: Felipe Tichauer
Atmos Mastering Engineer: Esteban Piñeiro
Mixing Engineer: Javier Delgado
Composer: Alexis Velez
Composer: Natanael Philippe
Lyrics and translation
Original
La parte cuatro.
¡Hey!
Llegó la saga, la favorita de los fariseos.
Ya veo que doña Religión a par les bajó el deo'.
Veinte años pa' basarme en lo que creo, veinte años que el amor al prójimo sigue estando dentro de un museo y el juicio, como siempre, encima del sacrificio. Condenar es más que un hobby, condenar es como un vicio.
Enterraron la gracia con el servicio, al fin solo hablan de normas y de reglas, que del Dios que hizo el inicio.
Say cheese, por tu filtro siempre se ve gris, eres tan culpable como los corruptos del país.
Al desprecio por la Iglesia le están echando maíz, cuando atacan un mal fruto y no abonan pa' la raíz.
Sí, la sociedad en el pecado aún está sumergida, ¿no será porque gran parte de la Iglesia está dormida?
Entre lo apostólico y profético, entretenida, ¿y la culpa es de un cantante y sus funciones vendidas? Qué relajo, culpa a otro por tu mal trabajo.
La lámpara va encima 'e la mesa, no va debajo.
El pecado apesta en cada persona que lo trajo, pero condenándolo no vas a quitarle ese grajo.
Yo nunca estaré de acuerdo con el mundo y su propuesta, pero sé dónde radica lo que afecta.
No peleo con la carne del que peca en respuesta, sino con la raíz de ese pecado que lo infecta.
Yo no defiendo al mundo ni sus intenciones vanas, pero esta guerra no es contra la gente, mi pana.
El que parece enemigo, si hoy se lo ganan, podría ser tu hermano en el día de mañana, je. Corregir sin ofrecer la salvación no es amor, solo es castigo disfrazado.
Si no guías a la gente a la cruz del Salvador, solo buscas un sonido asegurado.
Tira la piedra si nunca en la vida la gracia tú necesitaste.
Tira la piedra sin misericordia, tú nunca en el mundo alcanzaste.
Tira la piedra si fuiste a la cruz y solo tú aquella deuda pagaste.
Mejor levántese del trono, no fuiste tú quien me salvaste.
Tira la piedra si nunca en la vida la gracia tú necesitaste.
Tira la piedra sin misericordia, tú nunca en el mundo alcanzaste.
Tira la piedra si fuiste a la cruz y solo tú aquella deuda pagaste. Mejor levántese del trono, no fuiste tú quien me salvaste.
Está tan el profeta del petróleo, el jugador franquicia, de la A a la Z, Alex
Zurdo.
You already know.
Doñita Religión, it's me once again. Lo que estás predicando, vívelo también.
Hicieron sacrificios, pero no me obedecieron.
Hablaron de mi palabra, pero no me conocieron.
Dieron diez de cada cien para ser prosperado y no vieron a su hermano que estaba desesperado, con la misma ropa, sin comer, pues no tenía dinero, y van a faltar al culto porque el reino va primero.
Hipocresía religiosa así lo llamó Cristo: "Odia a tu hermano que lo ve, y ama a Dios que nunca ha visto".
En el cielo no lo conocen, lo dejan en visto, porque viven con más odio que el conde de Montecristo. Say cheese, ya Zurdo me dijo que rompiera.
Además, ya yo estoy pago, bro, di lo que tú quieras.
Es más, haz lo que tú quieras, yo sé que no soy un -santo- -Por lo tanto. . .
Pero si caigo, me levanto.
Viven mintiendo, manteniendo una fachada, sometiendo al pueblo a reglas de las cual no cumplen nada.
Son irreprensibles, hablan lengua de la nada, pero son otra gente con la cámara apagada.
Me tildaron de pecador porque vino tomaba.
Jesús convirtió el agua en vino, entonces, ¿el maestro pecaba? Yo no creo.
Tienen la Biblia secuestrada, a su antojo y mal interpretada.
Yo no le temo a nada que haya en esta tierra, no me asustan tus disparos, brother, yo crecí en la guerra.
Este micrófono lo vuelvo sierra y si no va a bendecir a mis hermanos, la boca cierra.
Ustedes predican ropa, Jesús predicó amor. Ellos aman el pecado, pero odian al pecador.
Hablan más de Satanás que de Jesús, su Redentor. Coherencia, Magaly, por favor.
Satanás ni los ataca ni cuenta se ha dado, porque son el único army que mata a sus propios soldados.
Ese hermano no participa porque aún no se ha casado, pero el que diezma muchos sí, aunque saben que vive en pecado. Ay, creo que me pasé, creo que me pasé.
Estaban en un vuelo, pero los aterricé. Trataron de estancarme, pero siempre avancé.
Sus sermones sonaban lindos hasta que lo analicé.
Esto lo escribí porque tenía un poquito de ocio, así que discúlpame si afecta tu negocio.
No le llames ministerio ni real sacerdocio. Tu iglesia es una empresa si Jesús no es tu socio.
¿Es el apóstol tal? Ese nombre ni se nombra.
Son árboles que no dan fruto ni tampoco sombra.
Yo salí de los escombros, tíreme la alfombra, que no hay hombre que me sorprenda, solo Dios me asombra. Viviendo en abundancia en tiempos de crisis, Jehová
Rafá y Jehová Nissi.
En los negocios de mi Padre me mantengo busy, sin vudú, I can -do what you do, easy.
-Tira la piedra si nunca en la vida la gracia tú necesitaste.
Tira la piedra sin misericordia, tú nunca en el mundo alcanzaste.
Tira la piedra si fuiste a la cruz y solo tú aquella deuda -pagaste.
-Mejor levántese del trono, no fuiste tú -quien me salvaste.
-Tira la piedra si nunca en la vida la gracia tú necesitaste.
Tira la piedra sin misericordia, tú nunca en el mundo alcanzaste.
Tira la piedra si fuiste a la cruz y solo tú aquella deuda -pagaste.
-Mejor levántese del trono, no fuiste tú quien me salvaste.
Mala mía, yo sé que no soy perfecto, que no debería señalar, pero alguien tiene que decir las cosas como son.
Atán, el profeta del petróleo, de la A a la Z.
We're not playing games.
Recuerda que nuestra lucha no es contra carne ni sangre, sino contra las fuerzas que esclavizan las almas.
No estamos aquí para justificar el pecado, pero tampoco para condenar al pecador.
Si olvidamos esto, apuntamos nuestras armas al objetivo incorrecto.
El que hoy parece enemigo, mañana puede ser un hermano en la fe, rescatado por gracia, la misma que te salvó a ti y me salvó a mí. Por eso,
Iglesia, amemos más y condenemos menos, y recordemos que la verdadera batalla es espiritual. A dar rodillas se ha dicho.
De la A a la Z.
Amén.
English translation
Part four.
Hey!
The saga, the favorite of the Pharisees, has arrived.
I see that Mrs. Religion lowered the deo' to a couple.
Twenty years to base myself on what I believe, twenty years that love of neighbor continues to be inside a museum and judgment, as always, above sacrifice. Condemning is more than a hobby, condemning is like a vice.
They buried grace with service, in the end they only talk about norms and rules, rather than about the God who made the beginning.
Say cheese, your filter always looks gray, you are as guilty as the corrupt people in the country.
They are adding corn to their contempt for the Church, when they attack a bad fruit and do not pay for the root.
Yes, society is still immersed in sin. Could it not be because a large part of the Church is asleep?
Between the apostolic and prophetic, entertaining, and is it the fault of a singer and his sold performances? How lazy, blame someone else for your bad work.
The lamp goes on top of the table, not under it.
Sin stinks in every person who brought it, but condemning it is not going to take away that rook.
I will never agree with the world and its proposal, but I know where it affects lies.
I do not fight with the flesh of the one who sins in response, but with the root of that sin that infects him.
I do not defend the world or its vain intentions, but this war is not against the people, my friend.
He who seems like an enemy, if he wins today, could be your brother tomorrow, heh. Correcting without offering salvation is not love, it is just punishment in disguise.
If you do not guide people to the cross of the Savior, you only seek an assured sound.
Throw the stone if you never needed grace in your life.
Throw the stone without mercy, you never reached it in the world.
Throw the stone if you went to the cross and only you paid that debt.
Better get up from the throne, it wasn't you who saved me.
Throw the stone if you never needed grace in your life.
Throw the stone without mercy, you never reached it in the world.
Throw the stone if you went to the cross and only you paid that debt. Better get up from the throne, it wasn't you who saved me.
There is so the oil prophet, the franchise player, from A to Z, Alex
Left handed.
You already know.
Doñita Religion, it's me once again. What you are preaching, live it too.
They made sacrifices, but they did not obey me.
They spoke of my word, but they did not know me.
They gave ten out of a hundred to be prosperous and they did not see their brother who was desperate, with the same clothes, without eating, because he had no money, and they are going to miss worship because the kingdom comes first.
Religious hypocrisy is what Christ called it: "Hate your brother who sees it, and love God who has never seen it."
In heaven they don't know him, they leave him obvious, because they live with more hatred than the Count of Monte Cristo. Say cheese, Zurdo already told me to break up.
Besides, I'm already paid, bro, say what you want.
What's more, do what you want, I know I'm not a -saint- -Therefore. . .
But if I fall, I get up.
They live by lying, maintaining a facade, subjecting the people to rules of which they do not comply with anything.
They are blameless, they speak language out of nowhere, but they are other people with the camera off.
They called me a sinner because I drank wine.
Jesus turned water into wine, so was the teacher sinning? I don't believe.
They have the Bible kidnapped, at their whim and misinterpreted.
I am not afraid of anything on this earth, your shots do not scare me, brother, I grew up in the war.
I turn this microphone into a saw and if it is not going to bless my brothers, shut your mouth.
You preach clothes, Jesus preached love. They love the sin, but they hate the sinner.
They talk more about Satan than about Jesus, their Redeemer. Consistency, Magaly, please.
Satan neither attacks them nor notices, because they are the only army that kills their own soldiers.
That brother does not participate because he has not yet married, but many who tithe do, although they know that they live in sin. Oh, I think I overdid it, I think I overdid it.
They were on a flight, but I landed them. They tried to hold me back, but I always moved forward.
His sermons sounded nice until I looked into it.
I wrote this because I had a little bit of leisure, so forgive me if it affects your business.
Don't call it a ministry or a royal priesthood. Your church is a business if Jesus is not your partner.
Is the apostle such? That name is not even mentioned.
They are trees that do not bear fruit or shade.
I came out of the rubble, throw the rug at me, there is no man that surprises me, only God surprises me. Living abundantly in times of crisis, Jehovah
Rafá and Jehovah Nissi.
In my Father's business I stay busy, without voodoo, I can -do what you do, easy.
-Throw the stone if you never needed grace in your life.
Throw the stone without mercy, you never reached it in the world.
Throw the stone if you went to the cross and only you paid that debt.
-Better get up from the throne, it wasn't you -who saved me.
-Throw the stone if you never needed grace in your life.
Throw the stone without mercy, you never reached it in the world.
Throw the stone if you went to the cross and only you paid that debt.
-Better get up from the throne, it was not you who saved me.
My bad, I know I'm not perfect, that I shouldn't point out, but someone has to tell it like it is.
Atán, the oil prophet, from A to Z.
We're not playing games.
Remember that our fight is not against flesh and blood, but against the forces that enslave souls.
We are not here to justify sin, but neither are we here to condemn the sinner.
If we forget this, we point our weapons at the wrong target.
He who seems like an enemy today may be a brother in faith tomorrow, rescued by grace, the same grace that saved you and me. Therefore,
Church, let us love more and condemn less, and remember that the real battle is spiritual. It has been said to kneel.
From A to Z.
Amen.