Translation of the song lyrics Fast Mortem - Santa RM, Iluminatik, Isusko

Fast Mortem (original)

You!
Dice… Eh you!
Fast Mortem, dice…
Hay quien pensó que estaba muerto
Más, volví como el karma
Cosas se hacen mejor cuando se suda, se llora y se sangra
Hay quien me dijo «Santa, tú ya no estás a la moda»
Jamás quise ser una moda, pendejo
Si a ti no te gusta, te largas ahora
Hay quien vino a decirme «hermano» y estrechar mi mano
Yo fui su maestro, me dieron manzanas
Cuando las mordí, me salieron gusanos
Y ¿ahora qué dices?
Dime, ¿qué mierda me exiges?
Hay quien tiene millones de reproducciones
Pero ellos no tienen mis cicatrices
Yo no los culpo a ellos
Ellos supieron jugar sus piezas
Te digo a ti que me apuntas a mí
Que no tienes ni puta idea en la cabeza
Yo no te debo nada, jamás te dije que me escucharas
Y ahora que escribo lo que se me antoja
¿Tú quieres meter tu maldita cuchara?
Muérete perro y ahógate, puto
Que no necesito tu puta opinión
Me dices que no me respetas
Tú dime, respeto ¿Quién mierda de ti lo pidió?
¿Quién mierda eres tú?
¿Qué has hecho tú?
¿Qué esperas imbécil?
Tú, dime
No me hables de hardcore
Que cuando toco el micro gimes
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, en vida pierden soporte
Bienvenidos a mi deporte.
¡Go fresh!
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Flow, métricas, barras…
Caras partidas con un flow tenaz
Con algo que no sale ni pagando cash
Son Yardigans Little bay cats
Tu música para puro falto de moral
Quieren competirnos con la mierda que hicimos
Y los niños son caquinos en esto de fluir ritmos
Ventaja llevamos varios años bien adelantado
El tiempo que estamos, del futuro les caímos
Lírica de kimbo, que vuela quijadas
La mierda esperada más que el detox
Pe-pe ritos, pa'-pa' tu-tus gritos
Yo co-co-cometiendo delitos
A puro chamacos de highschool
Yo los moldeo como la plastilina playskool
Llegó el villano cual Red Skull
El que los pone a hacer facefuck
A mí no me culpe, si le falta cromosoma
Raperos de broma salieron corriendo como puta
Pecadora en Sodoma y Gomorra
Les llegó la hora con tu porra así que corra
Estilos tan planos como la visera en tu gorra
No eres más rapero con nada, con nada, ni Supra ni Jordan
Los tengo pecho tierra amarrado con una nota
Quedarán como Tony Montana, los dejo Sosa
MC’s fallidos, de flowes bandidos, mal concebidos
Para mí tú eres el más cómico
Niño, no le ande jugando al gótico
Su música para mí es de andróginos y nada más
Bienvenido a mi zona de guerra, mi Colombine
Es mi gangsta Paradise.
(Yeah!)
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, en vida pierden soporte
Bienvenidos a mi deporte.
¡Go fresh!
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Flow, métricas, barras…
Lo han intentado, pero no han podido
Lo que deberían es no haber nacido
Su música da ganas de arrancarse los oídos
Su rap es un camino sin retorno hacia el olvido
Tú contra mí no tienes posibilidad
Te mataré yo si no lo hace la curiosidad
Me llaman bólido y sube la velocidad
Yo soy la ley, soy el rey de la oscuridad
No puedes rifarte el número dos
Mido su ánimo, y rimo para los…
Que se creen algo, corrígelos
Están más cerca del mono que de Dios
Mientras gimen les parto el himen
No sé si me entienden, cometo mi crimen
Les dejo que rimen.
Quiero que se quemen
No serán yo ni tragando mi semen
Quita esa cara de verga y prepárate
¿Quieres hacernos un favor?
Muérete
No es hip-hop son golpes de karate
Puedes ver en cada verso tu cadáver
En mi rap nada es suficiente
Transformo bueno en excelente
Cualquiera que diga es mejor que yo, miente
¡Pamplona, Nogales, Aguascalientes!
Castigo divino, onceava plaga
Quieren ser como yo, todo se paga
Como la puta que lo chupa y se lo traga
Como el cerdo que come donde caga
Puñal lirical, llega a tu final
Soy ilimitado, es un estado mental
Yo no tengo igual, alimento el mal
Tú no eres rival, sal de aquí carnal (¡Ipso facto!)
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, en vida pierden soporte
Bienvenidos a mi deporte.
¡Go fresh!
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem, líricas, métricas, barras
Flow, métricas, barras…
Hey wannabe, ¿Te acuerdas de mí?
Sé que sí, porque fui tu papá hasta el fin
You are the fakest MC, I ever seen
Y todo lo que digas lo sacas de mí
Solo digo la verdad
Yo sé que no puedes soportar toda mi capacidad
Like a flashback, vas para atrás de verdad
Deberás revelarte para ser capaz
Vuélvete loco, te reto
Luego has el intento de pasar a peso completo
Luego recupera el aliento un momento
Y recuerda que siempre seré tu maestro
Pues llevo más tiempo y para ser honesto
Supero tu tempo y te resto por lento
Y reviento tu cuento violento de Akendo
Leyendo una rima culera que tengo
Dime goodbye… You better prepare to fly
I’m gonna make you cry… Hip-hop it’s mine
You don’t know what it’s inside
Flow and one, better than mine (¡JJ Fam!)
Flow and one, better than mine (Iluminatik Fam!)
Dime goodbye… You better prepare to fly
I’m gonna make you cry… Hip-hop it’s mine
You don’t know what it’s inside
Flow and one, better than mine (¡JJ Fam!)
Flow and one, better than mine (Iluminatik Fam!)
JJ Fam!
Iluminatik Fam!

Fast Mortem (translation)

You!
It says… Hey you!
Fast Mortem says...
Some thought he was dead
More, I came back like karma
Things are done better when you sweat, cry and bleed
There are those who told me «Santa, you are no longer in fashion»
I never wanted to be a fashion, asshole
If you don't like it, leave now
There are those who came to call me "brother" and shake my hand
I was his teacher of him, they gave me apples
When I bit them, I got maggots
And now what do you say?
Tell me, what the fuck do you demand of me?
Some have millions of views
But they don't have my scars
I don't blame them
They knew how to play their pieces
I tell you that you point to me
That you have no fucking idea in your head
I don't owe you anything, I never told you to listen to me
And now that I write what I feel like
Do you want to put your damn spoon in?
Die dog and drown, bitch
That I don't need your fucking opinion
You tell me you don't respect me
You tell me, respect, who the fuck asked you?
Who the fuck are you?
What have you done?
What are you waiting for idiot?
You tell me
Don't talk to me about hardcore
That when I play the microphone you moan
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, in life they lose support
Welcome to my sport.
Go fresh!
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Flow, metrics, bars...
Split faces with a tenacious flow
With something that does not come out or paying cash
Son Yardigans Little bay cats
Your music for pure lack of morals
They wanna compete with us with the shit we did
And the kids suck at flowing rhythms
Advantage we have been well advanced for several years
The time we are, we fell from the future
Lyric by kimbo, who flies jaws
The expected shit more than the detox
Pe-pe ritos, pa'-pa' you-your screams
I co-co-commit crimes
To pure highschool kids
I mold them like playskool clay
The villain arrived which Red Skull
The one who makes them facefuck
Don't blame me, if you lack a chromosome
Joke rappers ran out like a whore
Sinner in Sodom and Gomorrah
It's time for them with your club so run
Styles as flat as the brim on your cap
You are no more a rapper with nothing, with nothing, neither Supra nor Jordan
I have them chest earth tied with a note
They will be like Tony Montana, I leave you Sosa
Failed MCs, bandit flowes, poorly conceived
For me you are the funniest
Boy, don't play goth
His music for me is androgynous and nothing more
Welcome to my war zone, my Columbian
It's my gangsta Paradise.
(Yeah!)
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, in life they lose support
Welcome to my sport.
Go fresh!
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Flow, metrics, bars...
They have tried, but they have not been able
What they should is not to have been born
His music makes you want to tear your ears out
His rap is a no return road to oblivion
You against me have no chance
I'll kill you if curiosity doesn't
They call me racing car and speed up
I am the law, I am the king of darkness
You can't raffle number two
I measure their mood, and rhyme for the…
Let them believe something, correct them
They are closer to the monkey than to God
While they moan, I break their hymen
I don't know if you understand me, I commit my crime
I let them rhyme.
I want them to burn
They will not be me or swallowing my semen
Get off that dick face and get ready
Do you want to do us a favor?
Die
It's not hip-hop, it's karate chops
You can see in each verse your corpse
In my rap nothing is enough
I transform good into excellent
Anyone who says he is better than me is lying
Pamplona, ​​Nogales, Aguascalientes!
Divine Punishment, Eleventh Plague
They want to be like me, everything is paid
Like the whore who sucks it up and swallows it
Like the pig that eats where it shits
Lyrical dagger, come to your end
I'm limitless, it's a state of mind
I have no equal, I feed evil
You are not a rival, get out of here carnal (Ipso facto!)
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, in life they lose support
Welcome to my sport.
Go fresh!
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Fast mortem, lyrics, meters, bars
Flow, metrics, bars...
Hey wannabe, do you remember me?
I know yes, because I was your dad until the end
You are the fakest MC, I ever seen
And everything you say you take from me
I only speak the truth
I know you can't take my full capacity
Like a flashback, you're really going back
You must reveal yourself to be able
Go crazy, I dare you
Then you make the attempt to go full weight
Then catch your breath for a moment
And remember that I will always be your teacher
Well, I've had more time and to be honest
I beat your tempo and I subtract you for being slow
And I bust your violent tale of Akendo
Reading a culera rhyme that I have
Tell me goodbye… You better prepare to fly
I'm gonna make you cry... Hip-hop it's mine
You don't know what it's inside
Flow and one, better than mine (¡JJ Fam!)
Flow and one, better than mine (Iluminatik Fam!)
Tell me goodbye… You better prepare to fly
I'm gonna make you cry... Hip-hop it's mine
You don't know what it's inside
Flow and one, better than mine (¡JJ Fam!)
Flow and one, better than mine (Iluminatik Fam!)
JJ Fam!
Illuminati Fam!