
Date of issue: 14.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Shaokan(original) |
Dice que! |
Esto es Conexión apaga luz |
Tu sabes, producción el LAPIZ aquí |
Ese Background lo hizo mi hermano el LAPIZ |
Tu sabes como es, la Conexión apaga luz |
Nuevo Vedado — Santa Cruz |
Oh ya tu sabes como es… |
Nuevo Vedado — Santa Cruz… |
Es mia esta lirikita… y el LAPIZ, maltratando al FrutyLoops |
Nos fuimos aquí, ya tu sabes como es |
Falla pa tu lengua… |
Y dice así, yoe! |
Esta va pa los que tienen la curiosidad despierta |
Que no se paran a escuchar y paran de hablar mierda |
Esta va pa los que cagan por la boca pues seguro |
De tanto pensar en mi olvidaron pa que sirve el culo |
Te aseguro, que de esta no vas a salvarte |
Crítico de arte, ven a inyectarte tinta con cianuro |
Hace ya cuatro febreros te tengo en apuro |
Gracias que a mi talento y a tu puteria es que perduro |
Soy inmaduro que libera sus tensiones escribiendo |
Mientras tú solo hablas mal de mis canciones |
Si!, malas palabras y que, no me cuestiones mas compadre |
Que te encanta escuchar a los yumas cagarse en tu madre |
Y que ladren los perros, que se tiren, y que muerdan dale |
Ensaya una escenita pa ver si te sale |
Que los del perreo, los under y los comerciales |
Saben que tengo un estilo que le rompe los timbales |
Y esto no es dale don dale, sino dale pa que aprenda |
Que las prendas no te hacen MC aunque tu CD se venda |
Tengas el bolsillo asi y la TV en ti se reprenda |
Si no das un mensaje creeme eres tremenda mierda |
Es tiempo de que entiendas men porque te aferras |
Si las libretas me abren que importa si las puertas se cierran |
Escribe y no me pintes farolito de guerra |
Que te lo coloreo, te lo apago, y te lo rompo a piedra |
Porque te cierras perro esto es terror en bocina |
Yo pincho en lo hondo y profundo y tu eres buzo de piscina |
Camina loco y evita el foco pa que tu estas |
Yo me pongo peor que Remteck con to sus megawats |
Viene el El By |
Pa los blancos y pa los pietros |
Conmigo no hay dexboll, ponches y boletos |
Cuando me paro en el cajón jurarme en el concreto |
Me sirven to los lanzamientos y meto swing completo |
Estate quieto y no te meta ahi |
Que soy un tren y tu eres muy poca linea pa mi |
Si, tu te crees que estoy dormio |
Y en esa curvita es donde tu te pierdes y te encuentras conmigo |
Ya te es sabido que no soy un pan |
Callado, noble y sin doble como Jackie Chan |
Logica es creerte el one si chocas con Byan |
Que pa ganar este jueguito hay que matar a Shao Kahn |
Soy un MC solo, que tiene al pensador por simbolo |
Sin foco porque te hiciste el loco y siempre te ignoro |
Pero mi yunta no te confundas |
Que cambio de palo pa rumba y si te zumbas te despingo to |
Yo se que no soy santo de tu devocion |
Y desearias que nunca hubiera agarrado un microfon |
Lo siento chamacon es que el hipop es mi pasion |
Aunque solo me ha dado mil enemigos y mas de un clon |
Que situacion baby, representando, esto es pa largo |
Que cuando el By se prende no hay como apagarlo |
Venga a observarlo el fanatismo no va a aplastarlo |
Tu eres fan a 50 Cent, pues bien mi preferido es ALDO |
Tengo los dardos preparados |
Y una punteria de tres pares de cojones no he fallado |
Buscame al que creas mejor ponlo a mi lado |
Lo voy a maltratar mas que en una cafeteria del estado |
He estado siempre de lado de quien no esta en el poder |
Sin fama ni gloria encima no me vengan a ofrecer |
Dejenme aqui abajo entre mis rimas y mis libros |
Si aqui los tengo locos alla arriba soy un peligro |
Ando con el nitro desde el 2003, archiva la fecha |
Pues esta brecha te mate de la salida |
No gastes mas saliva y ponte a la viva |
Te tengo pasando mas trabajo pa arrancarte un poskilon pa arriba |
Vive tu vida y quitame el deito si! |
Emplea tu tiempo en algo, que hay buenos cursitos por ahi |
Pero si te interesa la rima buscame a mi |
Pa que escribas el libro 100 horas con El By |
Es el By |
Pa los blancos y pa los pietros |
Conmigo no hay dexboll, ponches y boletos |
Cuando me paro en el cajon jurarme en el concreto |
Me sirven to los lanzamientos y meto swing completo |
Estate quieto y no te meta ahi |
Que soy un tren y tu eres muy poca linea pa mi |
Si, tu te crees que estoy dormio |
Y en esa curvita es donde tu te pierdes y te encuentras conmigo |
Ya te es sabido que no soy un pan |
Callado, noble y sin doble como Jackie Chan |
Logica es creerte el one si chocas con Byan |
Que pa ganar este jueguito hay que matar a Shao Kahn |
Midiendome con vara nunca sabran mi tamaño |
Los buenos son los peores si deciden hacer daño |
Los pichoncitos de rapiña moriran de hambre |
Niñas les voy a partir las uñas cuando arañen |
Se te va la cuarentiña es mejor que te avise |
Que tu actitud desluce con la talla en que te prensa |
Eres muy come-mierda para pensar lo que dices |
Y eres muy penco para decir lo que pìensas |
La via no es esa asere asi que mejor frena |
Que se te va la catalina, se parten las vielas |
Aprende de la calle pero que no te duerman con muela |
Los mejores MC no son los que dejan la escuela |
ALDO pa que inventarán |
Si no saben en la plomacera que se meterán |
Pa ganar este juegito hay que matar al Shao Kahn |
Tu sabes como es… el Shao Kahn |
(translation) |
Say what! |
This is Connection turn off light |
You know, production the PENCIL here |
That Background was made by my brother the PENCIL |
You know how it is, the Connection turns off light |
New Vedado — Santa Cruz |
Oh you know how it is... |
New Vedado — Santa Cruz… |
This little lirikit is mine... and the PENCIL, mistreating the FrutyLoops |
We left here, you already know how it is |
Fail for your tongue... |
And it goes like this, yo! |
This one goes to those who have awakened curiosity |
They don't stop to listen and stop talking shit |
This one goes to those who shit through their mouths, for sure |
From so much thinking about me they forgot what the ass is for |
I assure you, that you will not be saved from this |
Art critic, come inject yourself with cyanide ink |
It's been four February now that I have you in trouble |
Thanks to my talent and your putería is that I last |
I am immature who releases his tensions by writing |
While you only speak ill of my songs |
Yes!, bad words and that, do not question me anymore compadre |
That you love listening to the yumas shit on your mother |
And that the dogs bark, that they throw themselves, and that they bite, give it |
Rehearse a scene to see if you get it |
That those of the perreo, the under and the commercials |
They know that I have a style that breaks the kettledrums |
And this is not dale don dale, but dale so that he learns |
That the clothes do not make you MC even if your CD is sold |
Have your pocket like this and the TV in you is reprimanded |
If you do not give a message believe me you are tremendous shit |
It is time that you understand men why you cling |
If the notebooks open me, what does it matter if the doors are closed |
Write and don't paint me war lantern |
That I color it for you, I turn it off, and I'll break it to stone |
Why do you close dog this is terror on horn |
I poke deep and deep and you are a pool diver |
Walk crazy and avoid the focus so that you are |
I get worse than Remteck with all his megawatts |
The El By is coming |
For the whites and for the pietros |
With me there is no dexboll, strikeouts and tickets |
When I stand on the drawer swear on the concrete |
They serve me all the pitches and I put full swing |
Be still and don't get in there |
That I am a train and you are very little line for me |
Yes, you think I'm asleep |
And in that curve is where you get lost and find me |
It is already known to you that I am not a bread |
Quiet, noble and double like Jackie Chan |
Logic is to believe the one if you collide with Byan |
That to win this little game you have to kill Shao Kahn |
I am a single MC, who has the thinker as a symbol |
No focus because you played crazy and I always ignore you |
But my team don't get confused |
What a change of suit for rumba and if you buzz I'll throw you off |
I know that I am not a saint of your devotion |
And you wish I'd never picked up a mic |
I'm sorry chamacon is that hipop is my passion |
Although it has only given me a thousand enemies and more than one clone |
What a situation baby, representing, this is for a long time |
That when the By turns on there is no way to turn it off |
Come watch it fanaticism is not going to crush you |
You are a fan of 50 Cent, well my favorite is ALDO |
I have the darts ready |
And an aim of three pairs of balls I have not failed |
Find me the one you think is best, put him by my side |
I'm going to mistreat him more than in a state cafeteria |
I have always been on the side of those who are not in power |
Without fame or glory above, do not come to offer me |
Leave me down here between my rhymes and my books |
If here I have them crazy up there I am a danger |
I've been riding the nitro since 2003, file the date |
Well, this gap kills you from the exit |
Do not waste more saliva and get alive |
I have you spending more work to rip a poskilon up |
Live your life and take away my deito yes! |
Use your time in something, there are good courses out there |
But if you are interested in the rhyme look for me |
For you to write the book 100 hours with El By |
is the by |
For the whites and for the pietros |
With me there is no dexboll, strikeouts and tickets |
When I stand on the drawer swear on the concrete |
They serve me all the pitches and I put full swing |
Be still and don't get in there |
That I am a train and you are very little line for me |
Yes, you think I'm asleep |
And in that curve is where you get lost and find me |
It is already known to you that I am not a bread |
Quiet, noble and double like Jackie Chan |
Logic is to believe the one if you collide with Byan |
That to win this little game you have to kill Shao Kahn |
Measuring me with a rod they will never know my size |
The good guys are the worst if they decide to do harm |
The nestlings of prey will starve |
Girls, I'm going to break your nails when you scratch |
If your forties are going, it is better that I notify you |
That your attitude shines with the size in which it presses you |
You're too shit-eater to think what you're saying |
And you are very weak to say what you think |
The road is not that asere so you better stop |
That the catalina is leaving you, the vielas are breaking |
Learn from the street but don't be put to sleep with a tooth |
The best MCs are not the ones who drop out of school |
ALDO so they will invent |
If they don't know where they'll get into the plumbing |
To win this little game you have to kill the Shao Kahn |
You know how it is... the Shao Kahn |
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