Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mosaico , by - Banzai FCRelease date: 28.11.2018
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mosaico , by - Banzai FCMosaico(original) |
| Si no me mata, me va a hacer crecer |
| Cada tanto canto para no desaparecer |
| Soy un renacuajo y no me importa si no encajo en tu parecer |
| Nene, al carajo lo que pueda parecer |
| Soy una daga filosa, la espina fina en tu rosa |
| Soñé que era una babosa, y llené de sal, mi baldosa |
| Y mi mosaico, soy como Mozart, pero más psycho |
| Parezco tranquilito, negro, pero algo me traigo |
| No me distraigo, estoy atento, quieren robarme el momento |
| Manchar lo que represento, con concreto, oh |
| Quieren matarme por decreto |
| Si no me rebelo y canto, eso será cuestión de tiempo |
| Mejor que rompa las costuras |
| Mueva la cintura |
| Que me saque el cinturón |
| Me eleve en una buena altura |
| Suba la temperatura |
| Todo se descontractura |
| Veo tu cara desnuda |
| Hasta que nos quedamos a oscuras |
| En tono blanco y negro, estoy viendo el arco iris |
| En el mismo color, el arco que rodea tu iris |
| Hoy soy duro de matar como Bruce Willis |
| Y contra tu caretaje, me dedico a escupir bilis |
| En tono blanco y negro, estoy viendo el arco iris |
| Con el mismo color, el arco que rodea tu iris |
| Hoy soy duro de matar como Bruce Willis |
| Esta es la cara que traje y me dedico a escupir bilis |
| Quizás hoy me tomo todo como un juego |
| Quieren cortarme las alas, saben que yo las despliego |
| Me preguntan si lo apago, pero yo propago el fuego |
| Para llevarlo por dentro hasta que me queme el ego |
| Sigo volando, no me como el flash |
| No me consume tu idea del cash |
| ¿Esto te suena muy trash? |
| Vengo pesado, parezco The Clash |
| Estaba fumándome un hash |
| ¿Se acaba la nafta? |
| Yo le mando gas |
| Me dicen: «Loco, ¿para dónde vas?» |
| No tengo destino, me guía el compás |
| Sigo volando, no me como el flash |
| No me consume tu idea del cash |
| ¿Esto te suena muy trash? |
| Vengo pesado, parezco The Clash |
| Estaba fumándome un hash |
| ¿Se acaba la nafta? |
| Yo le mando gas |
| Me dicen: «Loco, ¿para dónde vas?» |
| No tengo destino, me guía el compás |
| Te hablo lento, negro, por si no entendés |
| Vos soltá las riendas, no te preocupes |
| La cosa es más fácil cuando te perdés |
| Soy el D-S-3, te saco el estrés |
| Oscuro, lo veo oscuro |
| Te hago saltar como un canguro |
| Como un can meando el muro |
| Soy un «shotazo» de cianuro |
| Perdoname, perro, si esto suena demasiado duro |
| Demasiado puro pa' tu nazo, no se baja ni con faso |
| Es un palazo, no te cante truco y ya te fuiste al mazo |
| Maso-maso, ya doy por resuelto el caso |
| Soy el hielo que rebalsa la jarra |
| Y hace que se llenen todos los vasos |
| Gracias a Dios no voy a misa |
| Mi salvación está en mis ranchos o en un libro en la repisa |
| En un charro, birra y pizza |
| O en llevarme congelada la imagen de tu sonrisa |
| Mi vida revoltosa, todo lo contrario al sister |
| Manejando el equipo, como si yo fuese el mister |
| Quería pasta de campeón, terminé chupando el blister |
| Con la mente retorcida como si jugase al twister |
| Mucha es la presión, nadie escucha mi impresión |
| Mejor me pongo la capucha y la careta de cartón |
| Sentado sin impulso, no puedo entrar en acción |
| Es que comí tanta mentira que cuesta la digestión |
| En tono blanco y negro, estoy viendo el arco iris |
| En el mismo color, el arco que rodea tu iris |
| Hoy soy duro de matar como Bruce Willis |
| Y contra tu caretaje, me dedico a escupir bilis |
| En tono blanco y negro estoy viendo el arco iris |
| Con el mismo color, el arco que rodea tu iris |
| Hoy soy duro de matar como Bruce Willis |
| Esta es la cara que traje, me dedico a escupir bilis |
| (translation) |
| If it doesn't kill me, it's going to make me grow |
| Every once in a while I sing so as not to disappear |
| I'm a tadpole and I don't care if I don't fit your opinion |
| Baby, fuck what it may look like |
| I am a sharp dagger, the fine thorn in your rose |
| I dreamed that I was a slug, and I filled my tile with salt |
| And my mosaic, I'm like Mozart, but more psycho |
| I seem calm, black, but I've got something |
| I am not distracted, I am attentive, they want to steal my moment |
| Stain what I represent, with concrete, oh |
| They want to kill me by decree |
| If I don't rebel and sing, that will be a matter of time |
| Better rip the seams |
| move your waist |
| take off my belt |
| I rose to a good height |
| Turn up the heat |
| Everything loosens up |
| I see your naked face |
| Until we're left in the dark |
| In black and white tone, I'm seeing the rainbow |
| In the same color, the arc that surrounds your iris |
| Today I'm hard to kill like Bruce Willis |
| And against your caretaje, I dedicate myself to spitting bile |
| In black and white tone, I'm seeing the rainbow |
| With the same color, the arc that surrounds your iris |
| Today I'm hard to kill like Bruce Willis |
| This is the face that I brought and I dedicate myself to spitting bile |
| Maybe today I take everything as a game |
| They want to clip my wings, they know that I spread them |
| They ask me if I put it out, but I spread the fire |
| To take it inside until my ego burns |
| I keep flying, I don't eat the flash |
| I'm not consumed by your idea of cash |
| Does this sound very trashy to you? |
| I come heavy, I look like The Clash |
| I was smoking a hash |
| Is the gasoline running out? |
| I send him gas |
| They say to me: “Loco, where are you going?” |
| I have no destiny, the compass guides me |
| I keep flying, I don't eat the flash |
| I'm not consumed by your idea of cash |
| Does this sound very trashy to you? |
| I come heavy, I look like The Clash |
| I was smoking a hash |
| Is the gasoline running out? |
| I send him gas |
| They say to me: “Loco, where are you going?” |
| I have no destiny, the compass guides me |
| I speak to you slowly, black, in case you don't understand |
| You let go of the reins, don't worry |
| It's easier when you get lost |
| I'm the D-S-3, I take the stress out of you |
| Dark, I see it dark |
| I make you jump like a kangaroo |
| Like a dog pissing on the wall |
| I'm a "shotazo" of cyanide |
| Forgive me, dog, if this sounds too harsh. |
| Too pure for your nazo, you can't get off even with faso |
| It's a great palazo, I didn't sing you a trick and you already went to the deck |
| Maso-maso, I already consider the case solved |
| I am the ice that overflows the jug |
| And makes all the glasses fill |
| Thank God I don't go to mass |
| My salvation is in my ranches or in a book on the shelf |
| In a charro, beer and pizza |
| Or in taking the image of your smile frozen |
| My unruly life, the opposite of sister |
| Managing the team, as if I were the mister |
| I wanted champion pasta, I ended up sucking the blister |
| With my mind twisted as if I were playing twister |
| Much is the pressure, nobody listens to my impression |
| I better put on the hood and the cardboard mask |
| Sitting with no drive, can't get into action |
| Is that I ate so many lies that it costs digestion |
| In black and white tone, I'm seeing the rainbow |
| In the same color, the arc that surrounds your iris |
| Today I'm hard to kill like Bruce Willis |
| And against your caretaje, I dedicate myself to spitting bile |
| In black and white I'm seeing the rainbow |
| With the same color, the arc that surrounds your iris |
| Today I'm hard to kill like Bruce Willis |
| This is the face that I brought, I dedicate myself to spitting bile |