Lyrics of Cáscara - Voltio

Cáscara (original)

Yo!
Nesty!
Estos tipos se creen que esto es broma!
Afuego!
El reggaeton!
Pa' que afinques, oiste?
Esa es la que hay!
Y que pajó ma
Y que pajó ma
Estos tipos se creen
Que esto es broma
Y que pajó ma
Y que pajó ma
Y Tu los vez como
Es que se desploman
Tu trankila yo ando
Con el cabo e goma
Pa los que tiran
Y nebulean en mi zona
Se ponen arisco
Cuando Voltio se asoma
El que me kiera pillar
Que se tire la maroma
No importa si no te sale
Pues yo vengo a la cañona
Si no te gusta
Pues que no te lo comas
Si tu no kieres que te jodan
No jodas con las personas
No amenazes
Mis cachucos no hablan tu idioma
Ave maria pero que envidia cabrona
Hablan del rey de roma pero no cuando se asoma
Tu me perdona, yo no ando en la mamona
Y haz buche y pluma, como las palomas
Yo soy asi, Enchapau a la antigua
Antes de tirarme, Primero averigua
Uno me nebulió, el otro se esbocó
Pero ninguno tiró, saben mas que las niguas
Mete mano ahora, que pajó consul
Vamo a darle con actitud
Aqui nadie tiene sangre azul
Sombras kieren asustarme, buu
Aunque tiren y hagan vodoo
Enrredandome en un chanchú
Muchos me kieren ver en ataúd
Juda y cáscara, eso eres tú
Y en kien tu crees que Voltio confia
Me desafia, luego pretende que me ria
Tu no me mires con la cara derretía
Anda Elías dejame probar la puntería
Cojer esas arpias y borrarle las estrias
Lo mio es rapidito, mi lirica es lucía
Lo que tengo es que sonarlo, Y se le kitan las manías
Estoy esperando que se den una lambía
Periko era zurdo, pero sabía lo que había
Veía pasar el tren todos los días
Pichó pa lo loko y no se quitó de la vía
Me lo llevé mala mía, See yah!
No soy barato, ni canto garabatos
Yo canto lo que vivo, no soy ningun pelagato
Yo hago esto, pa vacilar un rato
Y bocones como tú, en la raya los mato
Mete mano ahora, que pajó consul
Vamo a darle con actitud
Aqui nadie tiene sangre azul
Sombras kieren asustarme, buu
Aunque tiren y hagan vodoo
Enrredandome en un chanchú
Muchos me kieren ver en ataúd
Juda y cáscara, eso eres tú
Yo!
Julio Voltio
Nesty
Que es la que hay!
El Voltaje!

(translation)

I!
Nesty!
These guys think this is a joke!
Fire!
Reggaeton!
Why settle down, did you hear?
That's the one!
And what a jerk
And what a jerk
These guys think
that this is a joke
And what a jerk
And what a jerk
And you see them as
It is that they collapse
You calm down I walk
With the cape and rubber
For those who shoot
And they fog in my zone
they get surly
When Voltio shows up
The one who wanted to catch me
Let the maroma be thrown
It doesn't matter if you don't get it
Well, I come to the canyon
If you do not like it
So don't eat it
If you don't want to be screwed
Don't fuck with people
don't threaten
My cachucos don't speak your language
Hail Mary but what an envy bitch
They talk about the king of Rome but not when he looks out
You forgive me, I'm not in the sucker
And make a crop and feather, like the pigeons
I am like that, old-fashioned Enchapau
Before throwing me away, first find out
One clouded me, the other outlined
But none shot, they know more than the chiggers
Put your hand now, what a straw consul
Let's hit it with attitude
No one here has blue blood
Shadows want to scare me, boo
Although they throw and make vodoo
Entangling myself in a chanchú
Many want to see me in a coffin
Juda and husk, that's you
And who do you think Voltio trusts?
He challenges me, then he pretends to make me laugh
You don't look at me with your face melted
Come on, Elías, let me try my aim
Take those harpies and erase the stretch marks
Mine is quick, my lyric is Lucia
What I have is to sound it, and his manias are removed
I'm waiting for a lambía
Periko he was left-handed, but he knew what he had
He watched the train go by every day
He pitched pa lo loko and did not get out of the way
I took it my bad, See yah!
I'm not cheap, nor do I sing doodles
I sing what I live, I'm not a jerk
I do this, to hesitate for a while
And mouths like you, I kill them on the line
Put your hand now, what a straw consul
Let's hit it with attitude
No one here has blue blood
Shadows want to scare me, boo
Although they throw and make vodoo
Entangling myself in a chanchú
Many want to see me in a coffin
Juda and husk, that's you
I!
Julius Volt
Nesty
What is there!
The Voltage!