Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Careta, artist - Vico-C
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: Spanish
Careta(original) |
Esta es la bomba, para todos los rapers, |
Traido por un verdadero hiphaper, |
Sigo batallando con la espada en la mano |
Trayendo sabiduría para todos los hermanos |
Tengo la regla para disciplinar |
A los que cantan y no saben lo que puede pasar |
Su tonta lirica inmadura y maliciociosa |
Que no te hace crecer ni te habla de otra cosa |
Antes de comer un huevo quitale la cascara |
Antes de oir un cantante quitale la mascara |
Por que ya son muchos raperos que están maquillándose |
Haciendo papel de lo que no son niquillandose |
Estoy cansado de las mismas tonterias |
Eso si me tiras yo te tiro, si me miras te doy |
Yo no tengo problemas por que sepan quien soy |
Un creyente y para arriba voy por que es que voy |
Existe el ignorante lleno de inseguridad |
Que cuando canta no lo hace con sinceridad |
Con tal de alcanzar mucha popularidad |
Desecha la humildad para sacar a la maldad |
Pero comiendo de lo positivo me mantengo vivo |
Por que soy valiente y agresivo |
El que canta pornografia no es atrevido |
Por que es un tema que le agrada a todos los oidos |
Asi que se heredo, te habla un veterano de la del spanish show |
Esta canción te hace mas de lo que hace el plow, |
Por que te afecta la conciencia y el corazon, zon… |
No te metas en terrenos donde necesitas una careta |
Llamando la atención, haber si alguien te respeta |
Pero todo mundo sabe que son solo historietas |
Historietas nada mas, son. |
Y explosivamente atacando, sembrando |
una semilla en la mente de todo aquel que me este escuchando |
aquel que tiene una benda en sus ojos |
y quiere seguir viviendo a su manera y a su antojo |
despierta ¡es hora de buscar lo que es verdad, |
es hora de salirse de ese mundo artificial, |
es hora de que entiendas que dejes las contiendas |
que aprendas algo que es la bienda y la encomienda |
que me da el señor maravilloso que es mejor conocido |
como el todo poderoso |
pues me da la inspiración para escribirte mi canción |
mantener mi posición y cumplir con mi misión |
pues tengo necesidad de hablar lo que es verdad |
no soy de esos cantantes que por su necedad, |
solo piensan en la fama sin tener sabiduría |
y se la pasan dia a dia con las mismas porquerias |
y aunque digan que estoy loco, y que me patina el coco |
yo sigo poco a poco y no me desenfoco |
y tu consiencia te toco |
pues te traje mi mensaje por que es tiempo de que cambies |
y te salgas de ese viaje… no. |
No te metas en terrenos donde necesitas una careta |
Llamando la atención, haber si alguien te respeta |
Pero todo mundo sabe que son solo historietas |
Historietas nada mas, son. |
Escucha tony montana de cartón, para que aprendas con mi song y |
no crees una generación con mente de maton, soquete son. |
Y tu loco loco, pero yo tranquilo |
Por que tengo espada y es de doble filo |
No como al cantante que se guilla de alcapone |
Fabricándole a la gente mente de mantones |
Yo salvo, salvo pero tu caido |
Por que tienes fama pero estas perdido |
No como yo hago que le canto al afligido |
Para que se levante y no se quede confundido. |
Ratatata, dice tu canción |
Pero tu imagen es ciencia ficción |
A mi no me sorprendes con tu falsa imitación |
Yo se que tu nunca has tirado ni un chekplon |
Pero no es nada personal |
yo pienso que usted tiene que aceptar |
que con tu mensagito se dejaron influenciar |
A la tumba fueron a parar |
Y si me pregunta yo te contesto no me puede |
Discutir por que yo se de esto |
No es competencia no es un reto |
Lo hago por el bien de los amigos del flieco |
Asi que para, oye, piensa y dime |
Que lo que te canto molesta como el mime |
Por lo que yo hago que su lirica examine |
Y la mente de la juventud no extermine |
Asi que para, oye piensa y habla |
Que lo que te canto no es de ratatabla |
Tampoco te vengo con muchos abracadabra |
no tengo que demostrarte que meto las cabras |
no quiero opacar, sencillamente los quiero orientar |
se que mucho enemigos voy a ganar |
pero mi revolución no puede parar… |
cambio! |
Y tu que siempre decias que mi lirica no servia ya, |
Y que siempre insistias en que mi lirica no vendia mas. |
Te digo. |
hay, hay, hayyyy que mi proyecto ya llego |
te digo que. |
hay, hay, hayyyy que tu maestro ya regreso |
y repique el tambor con nuestro sabor, estallóla guerrilla |
llegóel gladiador, me sacaron la pistola con mucho rencor |
y este guerrillero les salióvencedor hay señor |
y sigo con mi espada en la mano, puñaca, puñaca, que la voy a levantar |
y si te topiesas mi hermano, puñaca, puñaca, no te la vas a acabar |
jeveres, lo que te esperaba nene, |
jeveres, trayendo controversia otra ves |
atados de las manos, la cabeza y los pies |
ya tengo al enemigo sufriendo de stress |
oye mi canción que profundo penetra, |
completo la misión llegando a la meta |
no necesito bombs, no nececito metra |
me vasta con un don y la gente me respeta… |
(translation) |
This is the bomb, for all you rappers, |
Brought to you by a true hiphaper, |
I keep fighting with sword in hand |
Bringing wisdom to all brothers |
I have the rule to discipline |
To those who sing and do not know what can happen |
Her immature and malicious lyrical fool |
That doesn't make you grow or talk to you about anything else |
Before eating an egg, remove the shell |
Before hearing a singer take off his mask |
Because there are already many rappers who are putting on makeup |
Making a role of what they are not niquillando |
I'm tired of the same nonsense |
That if you shoot me I shoot you, if you look at me I give you |
I have no problems because they know who I am |
A believer and I'm going up because it's that I'm going |
There is the ignorant full of insecurity |
That when he sings he doesn't do it with sincerity |
In order to achieve a lot of popularity |
Throw away humility to drive out evil |
But eating the positive I stay alive |
Cause I'm brave and aggressive |
He who sings pornography is not daring |
Because it is a subject that pleases all ears |
So it was inherited, a veteran of the Spanish show speaks to you |
This song does more to you than the plow does, |
Because it affects your conscience and your heart, zone... |
Stay out of terrain where you need a face shield |
Calling attention, see if someone respects you |
But everyone knows they're just comics |
Comics nothing more, they are. |
And explosively attacking, sowing |
a seed in the mind of everyone who is listening to me |
the one who has a bandage on his eyes |
and he wants to continue living his way and at his whim |
Wake up, it's time to search for what is true, |
It's time to get out of that artificial world, |
it's time for you to understand to stop the strife |
that you learn something that is the good and the entrustment |
given to me by the wonderful lord who is best known |
like the all powerful |
because he gives me the inspiration to write you my song |
maintain my position and fulfill my mission |
Well, I need to speak what is true |
I am not one of those singers who, due to their foolishness, |
They only think of fame without having wisdom |
and they spend day by day with the same crap |
and even if they say that I'm crazy, and that my coconut is slipping |
I continue little by little and I don't blur |
and your conscience touched you |
Well, I brought you my message because it's time for you to change |
and you get out of that trip… no. |
Stay out of terrain where you need a face shield |
Calling attention, see if someone respects you |
But everyone knows they're just comics |
Comics nothing more, they are. |
Listen to tony montana of cardboard, so that you learn with my song and |
don't create a thug-minded generation, sock they are. |
And your crazy crazy, but I'm calm |
because I have a sword and it is double edged |
Not like the singer who calls himself guilla de alcapone |
Making people's minds out of shawls |
I save, save but your fallen |
because you have fame but you are lost |
Not like I do that I sing to the afflicted |
So that he gets up and does not stay confused. |
Ratatata, say your song |
But your image is science fiction |
You don't surprise me with your false imitation |
I know that you have never thrown a chekplon |
But it's nothing personal |
I think that you have to accept |
that with your little message they let themselves be influenced |
They went to the grave |
And if you ask me, I'll answer you, you can't |
Discuss why I know about this |
It's not competition, it's not a challenge |
I do it for the good of the friends of the fleece |
So stop, hey, think and tell me |
That what I sing to you bothers like the mime |
So I make her lyric examine |
And the mind of youth do not exterminate |
So stop, hey think and talk |
That what I sing to you is not ratatabla |
Nor do I come to you with many abracadabra |
I don't have to show you that I mess with the goats |
I do not want to obscure, I simply want to guide them |
I know that many enemies I will win |
but my revolution can't stop... |
change! |
And you who always said that my lyrics were no longer useful, |
And that you always insisted that my lyrics didn't sell anymore. |
I say to you. |
hay, hay, hayyyy my project has arrived |
I tell you. |
hay, hay, hayyy your teacher is back |
and beat the drum with our flavor, the guerrilla broke out |
The gladiator arrived, they took my gun with a lot of rancor |
and this guerrilla came out victor hay sir |
and I continue with my sword in my hand, puñaca, puñaca, that I am going to raise it |
And if you run into my brother, punch, punch, you're not going to finish it |
jeveres, what awaited you baby, |
jeveres, bringing controversy again |
tied hands, head and feet |
I already have the enemy suffering from stress |
hear my song that penetrates deep, |
complete the mission reaching the goal |
I don't need bombs, I don't need meter |
I am vast with a gift and people respect me... |