Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Ocaso de Mr Mal, artist - Ummo. Album song The Best Of Ummo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.09.2017
Record label: UMMO
Song language: Spanish
El Ocaso de Mr Mal(original) |
| Sagan cata la camada |
| Mr. Mill guarda el cerco con la recortada |
| Dejo neuronas en la entrada |
| Aún quedan dos paquetes y ya asoma la mañana |
| Humo rojo sangre |
| No le pongo precio |
| Es cosecha de interior, gravedad cero |
| Un gran paso para el hombre no tener camello |
| Ser tu propio proveedor, un paso pequeño |
| Odio su mensaje por su mensajero |
| Corto las alas al pájaro de mal agüero |
| Me han escrito y ni lo veo |
| Estoy ocupado tocándome los huevos |
| Voy vestido mal, voy gritando mal, mal, mal |
| Van tapados mal |
| Todos eso mal, mal, mal |
| Ya no uso tu grinder porque vaya coñazo |
| Apunto a mentes que no van tan despacio |
| Y Zaratustra cree que debo mataros |
| Solo unos meses pa' aprender a hablar |
| Toda una vida pa' aprender a callaros |
| Ahora sí que veo una luz y no me estoy muriendo |
| No sé si mis sueños son mi sueños o me estoy mintiendo |
| Todo me hace sentir, me está pudiendo |
| Algo en mi ha cambiado y ya no se retrocederlo |
| Lo primero no es saber reconocerlo |
| Lo primero es aprender a vivir con ello |
| Bajan de la nave con la orden del día |
| Van a apuntarme en un loquero porque no se fían |
| Miro de cerca con un filtro sativa |
| Mi sombra les tapa si vengo de arriba |
| Tiran del anzuelo pero yo no muerdo |
| Sé que estoy muy lejos pero no me acerco |
| (translation) |
| Sagan tastes the litter |
| Mr. Mill guards the fence with the clipped |
| I leave neurons at the entrance |
| There are still two packages left and it's already morning |
| blood red smoke |
| I do not put a price |
| It's indoor harvest, zero gravity |
| A great step for the man not to have a camel |
| Being your own supplier, a small step |
| I hate your message from him by his messenger |
| I cut the wings of the bird of ill omen |
| They have written to me and I don't even see it |
| I'm busy touching my balls |
| I'm dressed badly, I'm screaming bad, bad, bad |
| They are poorly covered |
| All that bad, bad, bad |
| I no longer use your grinder because it sucks |
| I aim for minds that don't go so slow |
| And Zarathustra thinks I should kill you |
| Just a few months to learn to speak |
| A whole life to learn to shut up |
| Now I do see a light and I'm not dying |
| I don't know if my dreams are my dreams or if I'm lying to myself |
| Everything makes me feel, is being able to |
| Something in me has changed and I don't know how to turn it back |
| The first thing is not knowing how to recognize it |
| The first thing is to learn to live with it |
| They get off the ship with the order of the day |
| They're going to sign me up at a shrink because they don't trust me |
| I look closely with a sativa filter |
| My shadow covers them if I come from above |
| They pull the hook but I don't bite |
| I know I'm far away but I'm not getting close |