Translation of the song lyrics A Ver Si Lo Pilláis Ya - Lágrimas De Sangre, Still Ill, Microbio

A Ver Si Lo Pilláis Ya (original)

Lágrimas de sangre, inclasificable estilo
Vengo a honrar al rap, tranquilos
No somos de un gueto americano ni queremos parecerlo
Tengo demasiado respeto para ser tan falso
No voy a venderte un cromo, no es una moda, es un modo
A los traperillos que riman muy poco y se hacen mucha promo
En serio, no me los tomo, en serio que me los como
Como si fueran libritos de lomo, escribo un tomo
No hago clips, hago hits, me deslomo
Junto palabras como quén fisiona átomos
No soy tenor de milagro, entono
Pero no pongo autotune, novato
No es música cutre hecha rápido
Tampoco una súper producción de plástico
No es por pasar el rato
Rasco y debajo de la piel hallo estratos de asco y hiel
Canto y calmo el arrebato
Si no ves pasión, vas cegato o no estás al nivel
Maribel, veo la manivela
Quieren que solo escuches mierda y te muevas y bebas
Y viejas y nuevas, no pienses, no sientas
Banaliza, no analices la letra solo asimílala y baila
Mueve las piernas, tu cabeza se desintegra
No hay melodía, solo bombo a negras
Bon voyage, llama cuando vuelvas
Aquí no verás esa mierda
No hay novedad yo le canto a la izquierda
Vengo a agitar conciencias y a hacerte pensar
Con un verso que se quiere liberar, tiembla
Me asesoré y lo consulté con la almohada
Anduve en el Youtube hasta que entró la madrugada
Y tras una larga jornada, ya no cabía duda
Se puede hacer Hip Hop sin llamar a nadie (Pu-pu)
Y aquí no acaban las revelaciones
Hay quien hace canciones en su idioma
Hay quién no las entiende y en foros no lo pregona
Al letrista no cuestiona
Y tú lo viste, esa gente existe, no es broma
Están entre nosotros y no abundan en tu auricular
Incluso hay quien rapea sin llevar pinta ridícula
Hay quién vive sin envidia
Hay quién viene pa' hacer música y quién viene a comerciar
Hay de todo, amigo, en el mundillo, hay quién curra en letra
Y no solo en estribillo, esto quede entre tú y yo
Es raro, pero a veces acontece
Hay quién sube a un escenario y realmente lo merece
Y no parece, que vayan a cambiar por hoy las cosas
Alerta por chubascos de canciones pastelosas
LDS desea: que sea LDS lo que suena cuando la fuerza escasea
Cuando levantarse sea una odisea, y tus miedos ahí delante
Nosotros no te vamos a tomar por ignorante
No queremos que nos compres cualquier mierda
Amor por esta ciencia y que la esencia no se pierda
-Haciendo colegas es cómo nos movemos
-Somos cuatro y él de la guitarra
-Cómo nos movemos
-Lágrimas de Sangre
Llega la nueva temporada
En una oficina traman, ultiman con su banda otra operación
Triunfo, hecha tufo pero dan el empujón ¡Horror!
Hoy la mafia decide en cada fiesta mayor ¡Dolor!
Alguien con liquidez
Le puso grupo al Youtuber de turno
Y obtuvo un producto en un please
Lo cuela en TV3 y lo pasea por los festis
Se vacía la plaza aunque sea gratis (Para, para, para)
(«¿Querías currar para hacerte un lugar?»)
Que putada han acordado la portada
Unos premios de mierda, una rueda de prensa y una foto de cara
Unos cantan otros sacan tajada
¿Buscabas fórmula que lo petara?
Y copiaste el hit de otro grupo sin que se notara
Disimulabas, y si molaba

(translation)

Tears of blood, unclassifiable style
I come to honor rap, calm down
We are not from an American ghetto nor do we want to appear so
I have too much respect to be so fake
I'm not going to sell you a sticker, it's not a fashion, it's a way
To the little rags that rhyme very little and get a lot of promo
Seriously I don't take them, seriously I eat them
As if they were little spine books, I write a volume
I don't make clips, I make hits, I break my back
I put together words like who splits atoms
I'm not a miracle tenor, I sing
But I don't put autotune, newbie
It's not trashy music made fast
Nor a super production of plastic
It's not for hanging out
I scratch and under the skin I find layers of disgust and bile
I sing and calm the outburst
If you do not see passion, you are blind or you are not at the level
Maribel, I see the crank
They want you to just listen to shit and move and drink
And old and new, don't think, don't feel
Banalize, don't analyze the lyrics, just assimilate it and dance
Move your legs, your head disintegrates
No melody, just quarter note kick
Bon voyage, call when you get back
You won't see that shit here
There is no news, I sing to the left
I come to stir consciences and make you think
With a verse that wants to be released, it trembles
I took advice and consulted with the pillow
I was on YouTube until dawn came
And after a long day, there was no doubt
You can do Hip Hop without calling anyone (Pu-pu)
And the revelations do not end here
There are those who make songs in their language
There are those who do not understand them and in forums they do not proclaim it
The lyricist does not question
And you saw it, those people exist, it's not a joke
They are among us and they are not abundant in your earphone
There are even those who rap without wearing a ridiculous look
There are those who live without envy
There are those who come to make music and who come to trade
There is everything, friend, in the world, there are those who work in lyrics
And not only in chorus, this is between you and me
It's rare, but sometimes it happens
There are those who go on stage and really deserve it
And it doesn't seem like things are going to change today
Alert for showers of sweet songs
LDS Wants: Let LDS be what sounds like when strength is in short supply
When getting up is an odyssey, and your fears are ahead
We are not going to take you for ignorant
We don't want you to buy us any shit
Love for this science and that the essence is not lost
-Making colleagues is how we move
-We are four and he plays the guitar
-How we move
-Tears of blood
The new season arrives
In an office they plot, finalize another operation with their gang
Triumph, made stink but they give the push Horror!
Today the mafia decides in each major festival Pain!
Someone with liquidity
He put a group to the YouTuber on duty
And he got a product in a please
He sneaks it into TV3 and walks it through the festivities
The square is emptied even if it is free (Stop, stop, stop)
(“Did you want to work to make a place for yourself?”)
What a bitch they have agreed on the cover
Some shit prizes, a press conference and a face photo
Some sing, others take a slice
Were you looking for a formula that would blow it up?
And you copied another group's hit without it showing
You were hiding, and if it was cool