Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Calaveras, artist - Ossian. Album song Estado de Gracia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ossian
Song language: Spanish
Calaveras(original) |
Tío tardas mucho en irte casa |
Vengo de Zaragoza hacemos rap, no bailamos salsa |
Soy de un barrio pobre aunque nunca faltó de nada |
Quince años después media pandilla aún sigue colocada |
Rubias paseando en minifalda |
Buscan generales que les vendan esmeraldas |
Ayer saqué un demonio de un grito y se pegó a mi espalda |
Me lo quité con una ducha de agua helada |
¿Qué esperabas? |
¿Que la paz la comprabas? |
Tu futuro es un finito de infinitas nadas |
Puedo llenar el suelo limpio de cagadas |
No me despisto en un minuto aunque no tenga las horas contadas |
Mentes brillantes, lentes de cuarzo |
¿Quieres que saque al mago? |
Tú saca el fajo |
Nunca he estado arriba ni tampoco muy abajo |
Tía tengo tu venganza porque estamos locos del carajo |
El rap para los rappers no para empresarios |
Tampoco para agentes ni falsos intermediarios |
Antes os reíais de ese MC tan malo |
Ahora sale por la tele, os representa y es hermano |
Rappers amateurs dentro del anonimato |
Llenan sus papeles con más vidas que un gato |
A ver si dejo vicios y con estos versos me aclimato |
Y me quito la soga del cuello antes de dar el salto |
Calaveras, calaveras |
Veo calaveras llevando gorras, bailando break |
Pinchando discos, jodiendo micros |
El amor está en ti, no en Cristo |
No creo tu verdad ni tampoco la mitad de lo que visto |
Somos tipos listos con este gordo disco |
Sellado por un jeque y un ministro |
Montamos dos platos, no un circo, tampoco ciscos |
No me ha vuelto loco un loop, sé apretar tornillos |
Tú me hacías perder los nervios y también kilos |
Suelo llorar en los días de paz y tranquilos |
He sido precavido pero nunca he estao' asustado |
Iban tres en moto y uno estaba cabreado |
El mundo es redondo pero con más caras que un dado |
Por lo menos lo he contado, pienso en mi sofá tumbado |
Dame un micro, traigo un ritmo, pongámonos serios |
Y os mando a todos de un tortazo al Genios |
Negros masticando calles sin un plan concreto |
Y pasan por tu lado como Ice T bailando electro |
Firme en el puesto, rima y respeto |
En mis cascos suena rap bueno no en el Parlamento |
Ya no pierdo el tiempo en intentar perder el cuento |
Siempre rimas gordas, por si ha pasado o llega mi momento |
Locos en palacios atrapados en la histeria |
Hay frases que solo salen de donde abunda la miseria |
Yo ya no me la juego por nada (¿nada?) |
Igual cambio de opinión cuando pegue otra calada |
Calaveras, calaveras |
Veo calaveras llevando gorras, bailando break |
Pinchando discos, jodiendo micros |
Calaveras, calaveras |
Veo calaveras llevando gorras, bailando break |
Pinchando discos, jodiendo micros… |
Calaveras, calaveras |
Veo calaveras, calaveras |
Calaveras, calaveras |
Veo calaveras… |
(translation) |
Uncle you take a long time to go home |
I come from Zaragoza we do rap, we don't dance salsa |
I'm from a poor neighborhood although I never lacked for anything |
Fifteen years later half the gang is still high |
Blondes walking in miniskirts |
They look for generals who sell them emeralds |
Yesterday I yelled out a demon and it stuck to my back |
I took it off with an ice cold shower |
What did you expect? |
That you bought peace? |
Your future is a finite of infinite nothings |
I can fill the clean floor with shit |
I don't get lost in a minute even if I don't have the hours counted |
Brilliant minds, quartz lenses |
Do you want me to take out the magician? |
You take out the bundle |
I've never been up and I've never been down |
Auntie I have your revenge because we are crazy as hell |
Rap for rappers not for businessmen |
Neither for agents nor false intermediaries |
Before you used to laugh at that MC so bad |
Now he is on TV, he represents you and he is a brother |
Amateur rappers in anonymity |
They fill their papers with more lives than a cat |
Let's see if I leave vices and with these verses I acclimatize |
And I take the rope off my neck before I take the leap |
skulls, skulls |
I see skulls wearing caps, break dancing |
DJing records, fucking mics |
Love is in you, not in Christ |
I don't believe your truth nor half of what I see |
We're smart guys with this fat record |
Sealed by a sheikh and a minister |
We set up two dishes, not a circus, not cisco |
A loop hasn't driven me crazy, I know how to tighten screws |
You made me lose my nerves and also kilos |
I usually cry on days of peace and quiet |
I have been cautious but I have never been scared |
Three were on a motorcycle and one was pissed |
The world is round but with more faces than a dice |
At least I have counted it, I think of my couch lying down |
Give me a mic, I bring a rhythm, let's get serious |
And I send you all in one smack to the Geniuses |
blacks chewing up streets with no concrete plan |
And they walk past you like Ice T dancing electro |
Sign in the post, rhyme and respect |
Rap sounds in my headphones well not in Parliament |
I no longer waste time trying to lose the story |
Always fat rhymes, in case my time has passed or comes |
Madmen in palaces caught up in hysteria |
There are phrases that only come from where misery abounds |
I no longer play it for nothing (nothing?) |
Same change of mind when I take another hit |
skulls, skulls |
I see skulls wearing caps, break dancing |
DJing records, fucking mics |
skulls, skulls |
I see skulls wearing caps, break dancing |
DJing records, fucking microphones... |
skulls, skulls |
I see skulls, skulls |
skulls, skulls |
I see skulls... |