Lyrics of Tres Siglas - Nach

Tres Siglas (original)

Cookin' Soul
Yeah!
Desde mis primeras frases
Hasta mi último suspiro
Tres siglas que me han acompañado siempre
Revolución, Actitud, Poesía…
R de revolución, rabia repentina recorre rincones
Rimas resplandecen, rompen reglas, rematan rencores
Reflexiono, rescato relatos reales
Reacciono rimando, remando retrato realidades
Rivales retroceden resentidos, ruedan rígidos
Rapeando resultan ridículos, resbalan rendidos
Recibo respeto, respiro, represento retos
Revivo, resucito, recito reventando records
Rapers respaldándome, rapers reclamándome
Ratas rugiendo recelo, regresan retándome
Rechazo renunciar, resisto, regalo realismo
Relajada rebeldía, rígido romanticismo
Ritmos retumban, revientan reproductores
Recojo reconocimiento, reuniendo renglones
Redacto revelaciones, reboso reputación
Realizo rap, rap, rotunda revolución
Mi rap son dagas
Vivo el Rap rompiendo el ritmo
El micro y yo…
Mi rimas son islas, derrocan tu mar de silencio
Resalto, que el nivel es alto, ¡precaución!
Yeah!
A de actitud, ármate adquiriendo habilidades
Adiéstrate aguantando, atravesando adversidades
Atrévete aferrarte al arte, hasta asfixiarte
Adversarios ansiarán aniquilarte, aparentando amarte
Actúa, asidua, alzar al aire armonías
Así arrojo artillería anti arpías, haciendo alquimia
Anónimo ayer, ahora aclamado al aparecer
Acostumbrado a hacer anfiteatros arder
Activo alarmas, acciono armas, asombro al atlas
Acciones aptas, alumbran almas
Apunto a altas aspiraciones, avanzando hacia avenidas
Atrayendo admiraciones, arrincono acusaciones
Atiéndeme, así aprenderás a apartar al azar
Acabarás abatido, advirtiendo abucheos al abandonar
Aquí andamos adictos a aumentar, adictos a acertar
Asediando al hablar, Alicante asciende al altar
Mantengo vivo un estilo
Vivo el Rap rompiendo el ritmo
El micro y yo…
Mi rimas son islas, derrocan tu mar de silencio
Resalto, que el nivel es alto, ¡precaución!
R de Revolución, A de Actitud
P de poesía, palabras parecen pesadas pedradas
Pensadas para purificar, para pelear
Podré perdurar pintando papeles, poniendo pasión
Párrafos producen portentosa precisión
Por petición popular poseo prestigio
Pise putrefactos pantanos, perdido por precipicios
Pero pronto pasé página, pude prevenir problemas
Pernocté, practiqué, prediqué perfectos poemas
Peleles poniendo pegas, pobrecillos
Ponen poses pretendiendo parecer poderosos
¡Pequeños pardillos!
Piden paso, persiguiendo popularidad
Persistente palabreo, pero poca personalidad
Procuro progresar poniendo pieza por pieza
Preocupándome por propagar proezas
Permaneciendo plenamente puro, pocos podrían
Plasmando percepciones propias, profunda poesía
Bienvenido a mi planeta
Vivo el Rap rompiendo el ritmo
El micro y yo…
Mi rimas son islas, derrocan tu mar de silencio
Resalto, que el nivel es alto, ¡precaución!
¡Tres Siglas!

(translation)

Cookin' Soul
yeah!
From my first sentences
Until my last breath
Three acronyms that have always accompanied me
Revolution poetry attitude…
R for revolution, sudden rage runs through corners
Rhymes shine, break rules, finish grudges
I reflect, I rescue real stories
I react by rhyming, rowing portrait realities
Rivals back off resentful, roll stiff
Rapping they are ridiculous, they slip exhausted
I receive respect, I breathe, I represent challenges
I revive, I resurrect, I recite breaking records
Rappers backing me, rappers claiming me
Rats roaring mistrust, they come back challenging me
I refuse to give up, I resist, realism gift
Relaxed rebellion, rigid romanticism
Rhythms rumble, players bust
I collect recognition, gathering lines
I write revelations, I ooze reputation
I make rap, rap, resounding revolution
My rap is daggers
I live the Rap breaking the rhythm
The mic and me…
My rhymes are islands, they overthrow your sea of ​​silence
I emphasize that the level is high, caution!
yeah!
At stance, arm yourself by acquiring skills
Train yourself by enduring, going through adversity
Dare to hold on to art, until you suffocate
Adversaries will long to annihilate you, pretending to love you
Act, assiduous, raise harmonies to the air
So I throw anti-harpy artillery, doing alchemy
Anonymous yesterday, now acclaimed by appearing
Accustomed to making amphitheaters burn
I activate alarms, I activate weapons, amaze the atlas
Apt actions, enlighten souls
I aim for high aspirations, moving towards avenues
Attracting admirations, I put away accusations
Take care of me, so you will learn to separate randomly
You'll end up dejected, noticing boos when leaving
Here we are addicted to increase, addicted to hit
Besieging the talk, Alicante rises to the altar
I keep a style alive
I live the Rap breaking the rhythm
The mic and me…
My rhymes are islands, they overthrow your sea of ​​silence
I emphasize that the level is high, caution!
R for Revolution, A for Stance
P of poetry, words seem like heavy stones
Thought to purify, to fight
I will be able to endure painting papers, putting passion
Paragraphs produce marvelous precision
By popular request I have prestige
Tread rotten swamps, lost by precipices
But soon I turned the page, I was able to prevent problems
I spent the night, I practiced, I preached perfect poems
Puppets putting problems, poor things
They strike poses pretending to look powerful
Little linnets!
Ask step, chasing popularity
Persistent verbiage, but little personality
I try to progress putting piece by piece
Worrying about propagating feats
Remaining fully pure, few could
Capturing own perceptions, deep poetry
welcome to my planet
I live the Rap breaking the rhythm
The mic and me…
My rhymes are islands, they overthrow your sea of ​​silence
I emphasize that the level is high, caution!
Three Acronyms!