Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Indeleble , by - Letra EmeceRelease date: 25.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Indeleble , by - Letra EmeceIndeleble(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 |
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| Habeatat Music baby |
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