Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Epílogo , by - Canserbero. Song from the album Guía Para la Acción, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаRelease date: 07.04.2016
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Epílogo , by - Canserbero. Song from the album Guía Para la Acción, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаEpílogo(original) |
| Competiré hasta que… oh |
| Okay, ahora si |
| Competiré hasta que me muera, pelearé por esto hasta que me muera |
| Así que dispáreme, o sálvese quien pueda |
| Pa' ti no queda si no quiero así es que baja el tono |
| Me sabe a mierda todo, despertaste al lobo |
| Tengo pésimo carácter y un talento innato |
| Es la combinación perfecta pa' coñetear con letras a novatos |
| Desde hace rato están llegando comentarios a mi oído |
| Provenientes de raperos recién nacidos |
| Hacia mi persona, ojalá sus egos sean de goma |
| Pa' que no les duela cuando se los pisotee en la lona |
| Como se atreven a faltarme el respeto |
| Si con mis veintipico podría asegurar que son mis nietos |
| La envidia los carcome completos |
| Sueñan con mi cerebro intacto, pa' repartirlo entre sus cráneos huecos |
| Yo escribo despertando, comiendo, tirando, durmiendo |
| Bebiendo, manejando, estudiando, riendo, trabajando, caminando o corriendo |
| Pa' que un maldito nuevo |
| Ose a criticar lo que él sólo sueña y yo tengo |
| Ni siquiera saben de dónde vengo |
| Ojalá mi alma rapeara y les aclarara que no me vendo |
| Tengo varias visiones del futuro |
| Veo al hip-hop en la escoria, excepto por el éxito de algunos |
| Que tendrán el no-sé-qué que les faltara a esos nulos |
| Que criticarán y se meterán la lengua en el culo |
| ¿Quiénes son los que dijeron que estoy quema’o? |
| No bajen la cara, no me hagan creer que están caga’os |
| ¿Con qué base? |
| ¿Qué argumento? |
| ¿Qué evidencia han encontrado |
| De que el Diablo me ha quitado el don que me había regala’o? |
| Creo que ya es tiempo de explicarles |
| Que a veces es Tirone el que canta y otras veces Canser |
| Tirone busca un despertar pa' que tu pueblo avance |
| Y Canser hace que los mochadores en paz descansen |
| ¿Por qué a mi cara no hablaran lo que han hablado? |
| ¿O es que acaso ya no es suficiente no he demostrado? |
| Tengo rimas que se escapan de tu compresión, pela’o |
| Es como si Einstein hubiese explicado su tesis a un retrasa’o |
| Ya no hallan qué hablar de mi |
| Cuando canto a la conciencia, me dicen que ya no sé competir |
| Y cuando los callo dicen que ya no aporto como MC |
| Pero si ponen en una balanza lo que he aportado |
| Con lo que ellos han hecho, la balanza se irá a mi lado |
| Porque nada aporta el que muchos toques ha organizado |
| Si en ellos sólo ha invitado a la vergüenza del estado |
| Qué equivocados hoy en día están la mayoría |
| ¿De qué sirve ser real si dices porquerías? |
| ¿Tú crees que yo no podría rimar como el hampa, también? |
| Dos peines de cien, montar trampas, plomear y bien |
| ¿Pero a quién le importa partir esa cuerda de pica tortas? |
| Más brutos que un bloque, sin enfoque y sin letras que aportan |
| Esto no se compra, el respeto se hace con hechos |
| Me cago en la puta madre del nuevo que se crea arrecho |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| Traidores envidiosos de lo que hemos hecho |
| Con las garras y sin mugre, la sabia escuela desde El Techo |
| Además de mi gente Tres Ochenta Cande, Sombra |
| Y Rober, diles que si no es conmigo entonces en contra |
| No habrá quien rompa el respeto que me he ganado |
| Por eso detestan recordar que seré recordado |
| Como un soldado del hip-hop latinoamericano |
| Y pa' callarme tendrán que mirarme en sangre bañado |
| Bien o mal, no hacen más na' que hablar de mí |
| Ni mi mujer me piensa tanto así |
| Hermano yo nunca me apago |
| Escribo más que tú, que eres un vago |
| Como dice Zoo, uste' quieto y preocúpese 'e su rabo, dios |
| No entienden nada esos muchachos |
| Creen que es cultura andar con el mono abajo y siempre borrachos |
| Se meten a MC para ver si una groupie encuentran |
| Y tratar así de no llegar virgen a los cuarenta |
| Lo que dan es vergüenza, su inferioridad es algo obvio |
| Y yo, alimentándome del miedo y de sus odios |
| Mi repertorio es un sinónimo del universo |
| En constante expansión, sin un final sin un comienzo |
| Canserbero es como Páez con sus lanceros |
| Criticado por lo que se ha ganado por ser guerrero |
| La moral no se compra con dinero |
| No descansaré hasta ver muerto el rap mierda de mi país entero |
| Yo siendo ustedes me quitara y no hiciera perder el tiempo |
| A los que de verdad están sacando la cara |
| Estos dijeron «nada, ser rapero es barato y fácil |
| No hace falta banda, ni tener una voz muy ágil |
| Los beats los bajo de Internet o pago un DJ |
| Grabo dos temas, me tomo una foto y abro un MySpace" |
| Pero hey, it’s not a game, babe, si no pregúntale a KRS |
| Por qué ha ganado menos premios que Kanye West |
| Es porque los mejores suelen estar más jodidos |
| Como dice un buen amigo mío |
| Aquí no estamos en Estados Unidos sino en América Latina |
| Donde hay que rapear o los reales te explotan a rimas |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| De mí hablarán lo que quieran |
| Pero ninguno puede negar, que les advertí que escribieran |
| (it's Can, it’s Can, Canserbero) |
| El Campesino, Lil Supa' |
| (what, los índigos) |
| Los que estén conmigo que se unan y suban el puño |
| Los que no, que sigan mamándome el güevo |
| ¿Siguen ahí ñeros, o ya se fueron? |
| ¿La verdad te duele no? |
| Esta música ya no se hace |
| Y los de verdad se cuentan con una sola mano |
| Sebas, Sombra, Blackamikase, Rober, los míos serios |
| No es que sean mis panas, es que son de verdad |
| Son los que cantan como se manda |
| Yo no voy a grabar contigo |
| Nunca voy a grabar contigo |
| Tienes que volver a nacer, son |
| Afromak, Dann Niggaz |
| (Venezuela) |
| Del Techo, del sótano, de donde te dé la gana |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| Aprieta ese culo, sube ese puño, amarra esa lengua |
| I’m unstoppable, it’s Can, you know my name |
| (translation) |
| I will compete until… oh |
| ok now yes |
| I will compete until I die, I will fight for this until I die |
| So shoot me, or save yourself |
| Pa' ti does not stay if I do not want so it lowers the tone |
| Everything tastes like shit to me, you woke up the wolf |
| I have a bad character and an innate talent |
| It is the perfect combination to flirt with lyrics to rookies |
| Comments have been coming to my ear for a long time |
| Coming from newborn rappers |
| Towards me, I hope their egos are made of rubber |
| So that it doesn't hurt when they are trampled on the canvas |
| How dare you disrespect me |
| If with my twentysomething I could assure that they are my grandchildren |
| Envy eats them whole |
| They dream of my brain intact, to distribute it among their hollow skulls |
| I write waking up, eating, throwing, sleeping |
| Drinking, driving, studying, laughing, working, walking or running |
| Pa' what a damn new |
| Dare to criticize what he only dreams of and I have |
| They don't even know where I come from |
| I wish my soul would rap and make it clear to them that I don't sell myself |
| I have several visions of the future |
| I see hip-hop in the dregs, except for the success of a few |
| That they will have the I-don't-know-what that those nulls lacked |
| That they will criticize and stick their tongues up their asses |
| Who are the ones who said I'm burned? |
| Do not lower your face, do not make me believe that you are shit |
| On what basis? |
| What argument? |
| What evidence have you found? |
| That the Devil has taken away the gift that he had given me? |
| I think it is time to explain |
| That sometimes it is Tirone who sings and other times Canser |
| Tirone seeks an awakening so that your people advance |
| And Canser makes mochadores rest in peace |
| Why would they not speak to my face what they have spoken? |
| Or is it that it is not enough, have I not demonstrated? |
| I have rhymes that escape from your compression, pela'o |
| It is as if Einstein had explained his thesis about him to a retard |
| They no longer find what to talk about me |
| When I sing to my conscience, they tell me that I no longer know how to compete |
| And when I shut them up they say that I no longer contribute as an MC |
| But if you put on a scale what I have contributed |
| With what they've done, the scales will go to my side |
| Because nothing contributes the one that many touches has organized |
| If in them you have only invited the shame of the state |
| How wrong today are the majority |
| What's the point of being real if you talk shit? |
| Do you think I couldn't rhyme like the underworld, too? |
| Two hundred combs, set traps, plumb and well |
| But who cares about snapping that pickaxe string? |
| More gross than a block, without focus and without letters that contribute |
| This is not bought, respect is made with facts |
| I shit on the fucking mother of the new guy who thinks he's horny |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| Squeeze that ass, put that fist up, tie that tongue |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| Squeeze that ass, put that fist up, tie that tongue |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| Jealous traitors of what we have done |
| With claws and no dirt, the wise school from El Techo |
| In addition to my people Three Eighty Cande, Shadow |
| And Rober, tell them if it's not with me then against |
| There will be no one to break the respect that I have earned |
| That's why they hate to remember that I will be remembered |
| Like a Latin American hip-hop soldier |
| And to shut me up they will have to look at me bathed in blood |
| Right or wrong, they do nothing but talk about me |
| Not even my wife thinks of me that way |
| Brother I never turn off |
| I write more than you, you're lazy |
| As Zoo says, you' stay still and worry about your tail, god |
| Those guys don't understand anything |
| They believe that it is culture to go around with the monkey down and always drunk |
| They get into MC to see if they find a groupie |
| And try like this not to be a virgin at forty |
| What they give is shame, their inferiority is something obvious |
| And I, feeding on fear and their hatred |
| My repertoire is a synonym of the universe |
| In constant expansion, without an end without a beginning |
| Canserbero is like Páez with his lancers |
| Criticized for what he has gained by being a warrior |
| Morality is not bought with money |
| I will not rest until I see the shitty rap of my entire country dead |
| I, being you, would take off and not waste time |
| To those who are really showing their faces |
| These said "nothing, being a rapper is cheap and easy |
| You don't need a band, or have a very agile voice |
| I download the beats from the Internet or I pay a DJ |
| I record two songs, I take a photo and I open a MySpace" |
| But hey, it's not a game, babe, if not ask KRS |
| Why he has won fewer awards than Kanye West |
| It's because the best are usually more screwed |
| As a good friend of mine says |
| Here we are not in the United States but in Latin America |
| Where you have to rap or the real ones will exploit you with rhymes |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| Squeeze that ass, put that fist up, tie that tongue |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| Squeeze that ass, put that fist up, tie that tongue |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| They will talk about me what they want |
| But none can deny, that I warned them to write |
| (it's Can, it's Can, Canserbero) |
| The Peasant, Lil Supa' |
| (what, the indigos) |
| Those who are with me to unite and raise the fist |
| Those who don't, keep sucking my cock |
| Are ñeros still there, or have they already left? |
| Does the truth hurt you? |
| This music is no longer made |
| And the real ones can be counted on one hand |
| Sebas, Sombra, Blackamikase, Rober, mine serious |
| It's not that they're my panas, it's that they're real |
| They are the ones who sing as commanded |
| I'm not going to record with you |
| I will never record with you |
| You have to be reborn, they are |
| Afromak, Dann Niggaz |
| (Venezuela) |
| From the roof, from the basement, from wherever you want |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| Squeeze that ass, put that fist up, tie that tongue |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| Squeeze that ass, put that fist up, tie that tongue |
| I'm unstoppable, it's Can, you know my name |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Es Épico | 2016 |
| Querer Querernos | 2011 |
| Jeremías 17-5 | 2016 |
| Maquiavélico | 2016 |
| Llovía | 2016 |
| Un Día en el Barrio | 2016 |
| Mundo de Piedra | 2016 |
| Cuando Vayas Conmigo | 2016 |
| Sin Mercy | 2016 |
| Advertencia | 2016 |
| De Mi Muerte | 2016 |
| Prólogo | 2016 |
| Así Mismo | 2016 |
| Siempre | 2015 |
| Te quiero ft. Canserbero | 2016 |
| La Voz | 2016 |
| Corazones de Piedra | 2016 |
| El Primer Trago | 2016 |
| Visiones | 2016 |
| La Hora del Juicio | 2016 |