Translation of the song lyrics Orishas Llego - Orishas

Orishas Llego (original)

Ahora te diré, para comenzar
Que no tengo miedo vengo como iré
Tu vas a entender nene
Que mi son que te va a conmover
CORO:
To mi familia
To’s con el hip hop
To Paris a La Habana
Orishas llegó
A mi mamita le gusta bailar el son2veces
Para su guayo, como me en La Habana que es mi labor, cabo
Y derrotara, mi ritmo para nada, cosa rara, larilará
Locos sin frenos, toda mi gente dice aquí estoy yo
Y lo que traigo es candela, cinco maestros con sus voces
Que sonando como doces Orishas en escuela
Anda ponle bombo y conga, al que no le guste que responda
Mundo pa la conga
Como una mancha de petróleo, sobre un óleo, bien abstracto
Calidad asegurada prohibida al tacto contactos
Africanos que mezclaron la existencia, con paciencia, inteligencia
De poder quedar entre nosotros jóvenes un poco locos
Listos a prueba de tronos, no conformes a probarte un poco
Poco faltaría mira si no bailas este son sabroso
CORO
No te desesperes peres
No te precipites pites
Vengo suavecito, despacito, relajao
Viste papi que mi ritmo viene matemático
Flaco pro profesional bien sistemático
En el tiempo, con mi flow paso me voy abriendo
Orishas defendiendo este son que viene ardiendo
CORO
Es el momento de darle sabor al que escucha mi son cubano
Que vengo repartiendo a toda prisa
Mil besos, mi canción, y una sonrisa
Yyyyy dicen que Orishas ya no es un Dios
Dicen que Orishas se te pegó
Dicen que Orishas no está jugando
Para todos los infectosos llevo mucho mandando
Dicen que voy de atrevido señor
Te enredo el cuello con mi fusión hip hop
Que llegue yo pa silenciar al cabrón
No hago canciones pa' los melones y mucho menos pal copion!

Orishas Llego (translation)

Now I'll tell you, to start
That I am not afraid, I come as I will go
you will understand baby
That my son is going to move you
CHORUS:
To my family
To's with hip hop
To Paris to Havana
orishas arrived
My mommy likes to dance son2veces
For her guayo, like me in Havana, which is my job, corporal
And I will defeat, my rhythm for nothing, strange thing, will laugh
Crazy with no brakes, all my people say here I am
And what I bring is candle, five teachers with their voices
That sounding like twelve Orishas in school
Go on, put hype and conga, whoever doesn't like it should respond
World for the conga
Like an oil stain, on an oil painting, very abstract
Quality assured forbidden to touch contacts
Africans who mixed existence, with patience, intelligence
Of being able to stay among us young people a little crazy
Ready to prove thrones, not content to try a little
Little would be missing look if you don't dance this one is tasty
CHORUS
Don't despair peres
Don't rush beeps
I come gently, slowly, relax
Did you see daddy that my rhythm is mathematical
skinny pro professional well systematic
In time, with my flow step I open up
Orishas defending this son that is burning
CHORUS
It is time to give flavor to those who listen to my Cuban son
that I have been distributing in a hurry
A thousand kisses, my song, and a smile
Yyyyy they say that Orishas is no longer a God
They say that Orishas stuck to you
They say that Orishas are not playing
For all the infected I have been sending for a long time
They say I go from daring sir
I wrap your neck around my hip hop fusion
That I arrive to silence the bastard
I don't make songs for the melons and much less for the copycat!