Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marionetas, artist - Santaflow. Album song Nacido para Ganar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Magnos Enterprise
Song language: Spanish
Marionetas(original) |
Afortunadamente las cosas han cambiado |
La mentalidad se va abriendo |
Esto es un remix de un tema de hace muchos años |
Cuando las cabezas aún estaban muy cerradas |
Por fortuna, todo va mejor |
Pero aún quedan algunas marionetas, para ellos… |
Son marionetas y dicen que estamos locos |
Pocos manejan, diez mil comen sus mocos |
Cuando las barbas del país vecino veas pelar |
Pureta y fans, ir poniendo vuestras perillas a remojar |
Que os queda poco |
Cuando era pequeño, no había rap en españa |
Y disfrutaba del pop/rock español |
Con trece me flipé con el rap y aparqué todo |
Despreciando lo demás, me faltó personalidad |
Era un poco más mayor cuando empecé a abrir el espectro |
Metal, Soul, Funk,, Electro |
Empecé a perderle miedo a la palabra pop |
Si temes lo que no conoces, ¡conócelo! |
Pronto me di cuenta que esto es cosa de sumar |
Todo lo que escucho me puede enseñar |
Y mi música es la mezcla de lo que he vivido yo |
Por eso soy real, yanqui de palo y tú no |
El débil se sube al carro que pasa para no estar solo |
Y luego empuja sin pensar, como un mongolo |
Si yo viajo en un medio diferente soy Satán |
Si no me lo argumentas, es que eres un patán, (Patán) |
¿Alguien me explica alguna forma convincente? |
¿Dónde va vicente? |
Donde va to’a la gente |
No eres creativo porque estás siguiendo normas |
Ignóralas y piensa en contenido y forma |
Está bien que te flipes, te lo dice un flipao |
Más pensar en colectivos de borregos, de acaba’os |
Aceptáis estúpidos conceptos, sí, to' pa’lante |
¡Arre! |
Te lo dice el toyaco, el arrogante |
Son marionetas y dicen que estamos locos |
Pocos manejan, diez mil comen sus mocos |
Cuando las barbas del país vecino veas pelar |
Pureta y fans, ir poniendo vuestras perillas a remojar |
Que os queda poco |
Si estás orgulloso de ser negro, eres cool |
Si estás orgulloso de ser blanco, racista |
Si estás orgullosa de ser tía, eres la ostia |
Si estás orgulloso de ser hombre, machista |
Soy, soy, soy… lo que tú quieras |
Habla de nosotros en un foro, ¡come mierda! |
¡Cómete mi rabo! |
Yo también sé decir tacos |
Pero me dais pena, os engañais como bellacos |
Recuerdo que si no vestías ancho, no eras guay |
Hasta que un día Kase. |
O no se disfrazó en directo |
Desde en ese momento, el ir de estrecho lo aceptáis |
Si un líder no da ejemplo, no pensais, ¡Pobre secta! |
Meter coros en raps era una cosa despreciable |
Ayer lo hicimos varios, hoy es algo hasta pasable |
Y así pasa con todo, vais entrando lentos |
Me siento como el gran Leonardo en el renacimiento |
No me regocijo demostrando que sois monos |
Es que debo tener alguna esperanza en que penséis |
Quien tiene valor, sigue a su corazón y no al qué dirán |
Y los que no, a Hip-Hop Directo a moderar |
Son marionetas y dicen que estamos locos |
Pocos manejan, diez mil comen sus mocos |
Cuando las barbas del país vecino veas pelar |
Pureta y fans, ir poniendo vuestras perillas a remojar |
Que os queda poco |
Son marionetas y dicen que estamos locos (ya lo vaticiné) |
Pocos manejan, diez mil comen sus mocos |
(Es la extinción del pureta intolerante) |
Cuando las barbas del país vecino veas pelar |
Pureta y fans, ir poniendo vuestras perillas a remojar |
Que os queda poco |
(translation) |
Fortunately things have changed |
The mentality is opening |
This is a remix of a song from many years ago |
When heads were still tight |
Fortunately, everything is going better |
But there are still some puppets, for them... |
They are puppets and they say we are crazy |
Few drive, ten thousand eat their snot |
When the beards of the neighboring country you see peel |
Pureta and fans, put your knobs to soak |
that you have little left |
When I was little, there was no rap in Spain |
And I enjoyed Spanish pop/rock |
With thirteen I freaked out with rap and parked everything |
Disregarding the rest, I lacked personality |
I was a bit older when I started to open up the spectrum |
Metal, Soul, Funk, Electro |
I started to lose fear of the word pop |
If you fear what you don't know, know it! |
I soon realized that this is a matter of adding |
Everything I hear can teach me |
And my music is the mixture of what I have experienced |
That's why I'm real, yanqui de palo and you're not |
The weak get on the passing car so as not to be alone |
And then he pushes without thinking, like a mongol |
If I travel in a different medium, I am Satan |
If you don't argue with me, it's that you're a jerk, (Patán) |
Can someone explain me some convincing way? |
Where is Vincent going? |
Where do all the people go? |
You are not creative because you are following rules |
Ignore them and think about content and form |
It's okay for you to freak out, a flipao tells you |
More to think about collectives of sheep, of finishes |
You accept stupid concepts, yes, to 'pa'lante |
Giddy Up! |
The toyaco tells you, the arrogant |
They are puppets and they say we are crazy |
Few drive, ten thousand eat their snot |
When the beards of the neighboring country you see peel |
Pureta and fans, put your knobs to soak |
that you have little left |
If you're proud to be black, you're cool |
If you're proud to be white, racist |
If you are proud to be an aunt, you are the ostia |
If you are proud to be a man, macho |
I am, I am, I am… whatever you want |
Talk about us on a forum, eat shit! |
Eat my tail! |
I also know how to say tacos |
But you make me feel sorry, you deceive yourselves like rascals |
I remember that if you didn't dress wide, you weren't cool |
Until one day Kase. |
Or did not dress up live |
From that moment on, you accept to go strait |
If a leader does not set an example, do not think, poor sect! |
Putting choirs in raps was a despicable thing |
Yesterday several of us did it, today it's even passable |
And that's how it happens with everything, you're coming in slowly |
I feel like the great Leonardo in the Renaissance |
I do not rejoice in showing that you are monkeys |
Is that I must have some hope that you think |
Who has courage, follows his heart and not what they will say |
And those who don't, to Direct Hip-Hop to moderate |
They are puppets and they say we are crazy |
Few drive, ten thousand eat their snot |
When the beards of the neighboring country you see peel |
Pureta and fans, put your knobs to soak |
that you have little left |
They are puppets and they say we are crazy (I already predicted it) |
Few drive, ten thousand eat their snot |
(It is the extinction of the intolerant pureta) |
When the beards of the neighboring country you see peel |
Pureta and fans, put your knobs to soak |
that you have little left |