Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Indeleble, artist - Letra Emece
Date of issue: 25.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Indeleble(original) |
No distingo el ayer del hoy |
Pasa el tiempo pero el mismo soy |
Quien dice que no es porque es una bruja |
Y el trato de antes ya no le doy (Uh) |
Sé para donde voy |
Tu bate que bate como el savoy |
Hablando paja como un puto toy |
Yo sin hablar tanto mira donde voy |
Trabajo burda y no duermo casi |
Porque entendí que la vida no es fácil |
Mamá me dijo que le echara bolas |
Que la vida sola premiaría mi lápiz |
Que me cuidara y que nada es gratis |
Amigos tengo, es por fama papi |
Real solamente con los reales |
Tratando que nunca me coma la matrix |
Yo, ando volando en las nuves |
Liberándome de las inquietudes |
Sé que hay personas que quieren que dude |
Pero no creo que un santo le ayude (Uh) |
Se ven inofensivos como un poodle |
Si tiran la piedra no arruguen |
No se trata de defectos y virtudes |
Pero si me odian, que no me saluden (Ey) |
Los que saben, saben (Saben) |
Cada quien es consciente |
La música es linda, preciosa y bailable |
Pero nadie sabe si el artista siente |
Cuida lo que escribes porque lo que plasmas |
En hojas dura para siempre |
Rapear y tatuarse es lo mismo |
Disciplina pa' quien no se arrepiente |
Tengo la magic stick |
Flavor caribe, con mucho swing |
La historia se escribe |
Bro, mi piquete es caro |
Solo escucha está claro |
(Ey), pura línea fina es lo que sale si soltamos |
Tengo la magic stick |
Flavor caribe, con mucho swing |
La historia se escribe |
Bro, mi piquete es caro |
Solo escucha está claro |
(Ey), pura línea fina es lo que sale si soltamos |
Plasmo mi vida en versos |
Convierto en arte aquello que pienso (Eh) |
No tengo todo, pero todo lo que tengo llegó por mi esfuerzo (Eh) |
Algunos aprenden par de cosas y se sienten seres inmensos |
Pero para las hormigas que hay en mi cuarto |
Dicho cuarto es el universo |
Inmerso en este rap que me ampara (Uh) |
Por siempre una sola cara (Uh) |
Yo escribo para que las almas vibren en un canto libre como Víctor Jara |
Para, de presumir de la prenda más cara |
Si solo es más cara (Uh) |
Si estoy dispuesto a morir por los nuestros |
Mis ancestros me esperan en el Valhalla |
Cata la rima, (Ey) |
Yo siempre escribo a mi modo a pesar de la moda |
Nunca me midas, (Me da) |
La sensación de que mis letras son una droga |
Soy el rey Midas, convierto en oro mis horas |
Horus, el maestro Yoda, droga auditiva |
Con mi boina degollo gallinas, Horacio Quiroga (Ey) |
Lengua extinta, poesía en el papel |
Niños que son pura pinta propagandas de Mattel (Eh) |
Una mierda distinta |
Somos la guinda que no quiere estar en el pastel |
Tenlo presente, lo nuestro es pa' siempre |
Como esa tinta penetrando tu piel |
Tengo la magic stick |
Flavor caribe, con mucho swing |
La historia se escribe |
Bro mi piquete es caro |
Solo escucha está claro |
(Ey), pura línea fina es lo que sale si soltamos |
Tengo la magic stick |
Flavor caribe, con mucho swing |
La historia se escribe |
Bro mi piquete es caro |
Solo escucha está claro |
(Ey), pura línea fina es lo que sale si soltamos |
(Auuu) |
Pura línea fina es lo que soltamos |
Ib de la Jungle |
Horus de la Earth |
Letra |
Habeatat Music baby |
(translation) |
I can't tell yesterday from today |
Time passes but I am the same |
Who says it's not because she's a witch |
And I no longer give him the treatment I used to give him (Uh) |
I know where I'm going |
Your bat that beats like the savoy |
Talking straw like a fucking toy |
Me without talking so much look where I'm going |
I work rough and hardly sleep |
Because I understood that life is not easy |
Mama told me to throw balls at him |
That life alone would reward my pencil |
That she would take care of me and that nothing is free |
I have friends, it's for fame daddy |
Real only with the real ones |
Trying to never eat the matrix |
I, I'm flying in the clouds |
Freeing me from worries |
I know there are people who want me to hesitate |
But I don't think a saint will help him (Uh) |
They look harmless like a poodle |
If they throw the stone, do not wrinkle |
It's not about flaws and virtues |
But if they hate me, they shouldn't greet me (Hey) |
Those who know, know (Know) |
everyone is aware |
The music is cute, precious and danceable |
But nobody knows if the artist feels |
Take care of what you write because what you express |
In sheets it lasts forever |
Rapping and tattooing is the same |
Discipline for those who do not repent |
I have the magic stick |
Caribbean flavour, with a lot of swing |
history is written |
Bro, my picket is expensive |
Just listen it's clear |
(Hey), pure fine line is what comes out if we let go |
I have the magic stick |
Caribbean flavour, with a lot of swing |
history is written |
Bro, my picket is expensive |
Just listen it's clear |
(Hey), pure fine line is what comes out if we let go |
I translate my life into verses |
I turn what I think into art (Eh) |
I don't have everything, but everything I have came through my effort (Eh) |
Some learn a couple of things and feel like immense beings |
But for the ants in my room |
Said room is the universe |
Immersed in this rap that protects me (Uh) |
Forever a single face (Uh) |
I write so that the souls vibrate in a free song like Víctor Jara |
Stop, to show off the most expensive garment |
If it's just more expensive (Uh) |
If I am willing to die for ours |
My ancestors await me in Valhalla |
Taste the rhyme, (Hey) |
I always write my way despite the fashion |
Never measure me, (Give me) |
The feeling that my lyrics are a drug |
I am King Midas, I turn my hours into gold |
Horus, Master Yoda, auditory drug |
With my beret I slaughter chickens, Horacio Quiroga (Hey) |
Extinct language, poetry on paper |
Children who are pure Mattel advertisements (Eh) |
a different shit |
We are the icing that does not want to be on the cake |
Keep it in mind, ours is forever |
Like that ink penetrating your skin |
I have the magic stick |
Caribbean flavour, with a lot of swing |
history is written |
Bro my picket is expensive |
Just listen it's clear |
(Hey), pure fine line is what comes out if we let go |
I have the magic stick |
Caribbean flavour, with a lot of swing |
history is written |
Bro my picket is expensive |
Just listen it's clear |
(Hey), pure fine line is what comes out if we let go |
(Ooo) |
Pure fine line is what we drop |
Jungle Ib |
Horus of the Earth |
Lyrics |
Habeatat Music baby |