Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Competi , by - Zenit. Song from the album Producto Infinito Version 0.4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.04.2004
Record label: Zona Bruta
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Competi , by - Zenit. Song from the album Producto Infinito Version 0.4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопCompeti(original) |
| Arturo, majestad |
| Podría ser una de los caballeros de su mesa |
| Y hacer de esto una empresa |
| Y marque con un dedo sobre el mapa su franquicia |
| Crearemos un imperio |
| Dime tu |
| Desde mi barrio hasta el cielo |
| Y desde el mío hasta el tuyo |
| Aun a riesgo de perder el trono |
| No se preocupe, entre nosotros quedará |
| Por que en el reino del rap la única ley es la competi |
| AAARGHHH |
| (ZÉNIT) |
| Abiertas ya las puertas de mi templo tiemblan |
| Es el ejemplo de que el tempo pertenece a nuestras fuerzas |
| De que el miedo lo producen nuestras cuerdas |
| Cuando ahogan nuestras sogas los pescuezos de tus mierdas |
| De que tus edemas los producen nuestras piedras |
| Cuando dan en tu cabeza y producen que el polvo muerdas |
| Que no es la primera vez ¿recuerdas? |
| ¿no? |
| Pues recuerda que tampoco será la última que pierdas |
| (ARTES 1/29) |
| No tartamudeo |
| Te cuento lo que veo |
| Artes 1/29 y Zénit al ruedo |
| Por que no no van a parar de darte |
| Son son por por por que que traen competición |
| Clack clack soldado |
| Abraham ha dado |
| Que viene del frente de pocas |
| De pisar pesados |
| Mi mensaje es mío |
| El suyo es suyo |
| El 995 Artes con nunca ya estuvo |
| Os voy a enseñar que competición nos rige |
| Voy a dejar a todo el mundo como esfinges |
| Vengo de Egipto y os planteo un dilema |
| ¿por qué nadie compite si el micrófono quema? |
| Yo ya he visto quemados |
| Y esos son perdedores |
| Mira como empuño el micro no hay quien me queme |
| Los que traen competición y se quedan tiraos |
| Menudos los raperos con su flow equivocao |
| Y mis manera-rás |
| Tu venera-rás |
| Y con mi show en vivo |
| Ya sabes a to' gas |
| Y miramé eh |
| Que quien me ha visto y quien me ve |
| Haciendo rap de borrachos |
| Y hasta los huevos de esta sed |
| Esta es mi parranda |
| Vengo con mi banda |
| Y mi flow os agranda |
| Zénit ahora os gana |
| Rap de rapers |
| Una más |
| Que soy un vagabundo |
| Y llevo en la botella un mensaje para el mundo |
| Que pone, quien porte |
| Es como un resorte |
| Y es un desviao |
| Podéis llamarme Arturo, Artes, Arte incluso Abraham |
| Pero nunca olvidéis que esto alto sonará y lejos llegará |
| (estribillo) |
| (ZÉNIT) |
| Para competir imprescindible es |
| El nunca prescindir de celebraciones |
| Con competi |
| Agujeros en tus bafles conseguir |
| Ante Artes 1/29 y Zénit hombre-don |
| Con competi |
| (ARTES 1/29) |
| Para competir imprescindible es el nunca prescindir |
| De vuestros fakires |
| Agujeros en tus bafles, halle donde se halle |
| Es Zénit hombre-don, 1/29 Artes |
| (ZÉNIT) |
| De lo peor squad perfecto rendimiento |
| Pisadas que destrozan el pavimento |
| Y para buena mierda mi excremento |
| Exento |
| De cualquier bonito dulce o tonto sentimiento |
| Presento lo violento del momento |
| Lo que ostento represento el movimiento |
| Virulento en incremento |
| Así como el infierno está que arde |
| Aguarde tome asiento |
| No me sea cobarde |
| No se me acobarde no se lo consiento |
| No ponga la excusa de que es tarde para nuestro enfrentamiento |
| Guarde sus palabras que las guarde mal intento |
| Basta ya de alardes contra el rey del pensamiento |
| Contra el Dios del firmamento |
| (ARTES 1/29) |
| Hoy compito, cumplo con mi rito |
| Dejar a los raperos boquiabiertos y necesito |
| Con esto dúo insólito, inédito |
| Rap en tu garito |
| De 6 9 Artes 1/29 |
| Así me citó, acá me sito |
| Poco ya me excita, con rap yo me excito |
| Viendo vuestros cuellos dando fuertes golpecitos |
| Estate callaito |
| O acabarás cuadrando las cajitas de mis discos |
| Competición con Zénit hombre-don |
| Rap de rapers, desde el este, en Torrejón |
| Frase tras frase, Artes, frase tras frase |
| Aprendí de tus errores pa' que nunca me pase |
| (ZÉNIT) |
| Dime con quien quieres compararte |
| Dime por qué quieres engañarte |
| Deja de ensuciar del hip-hop el estandarte |
| Deja de arrastrarte intenta levantarte |
| Y sigue nuestro ejemplo para realizarte |
| Si sigues la competi contra mi vas a enfadarte |
| Si sigues este ritmo más vas a destrozarte |
| A competir con el micro voy a enseñarte |
| Y aparte de hacer arte aconsejarte |
| A respirar para no ahogarte |
| Tantas cosas en el rap quedan por mostrarte |
| Tantas cosas que enseñarte para realizarte |
| No tengo por que darte mi respeto y saludarte |
| Hasta que logres en parte acostumbrarte a comportarte |
| ¿por qué medallas que no mereces quieres colgarte? |
| ¿por qué batallas con quien no debes quieres buscarte? |
| ¿por qué haces competi si esta habilidad no compartes? |
| ¿por qué no pones otra vez esto de Zénit con Artes? |
| (estribillo) |
| (translation) |
| Arthur, Your Majesty |
| She could be one of the gentlemen at your table |
| And make this a company |
| And mark your franchise on the map with your finger |
| We will create an empire |
| You tell me |
| From my neighborhood to the sky |
| And from mine to yours |
| Even at the risk of losing the throne |
| Don't worry, between us it will remain |
| Because in the kingdom of rap the only law is competition |
| AAARGHHH |
| (ZENIT) |
| Open now the doors of my temple tremble |
| It is the example that tempo belongs to our strengths |
| That fear is produced by our ropes |
| When our ropes choke the necks of your shit |
| That your edemas are produced by our stones |
| When they hit your head and cause the dust to bite |
| It's not the first time, remember? |
| not? |
| Well, remember that it won't be the last one you lose either. |
| (ARTS 1/29) |
| I don't stutter |
| I tell you what I see |
| Arts 1/29 and Zénit to the ring |
| Why not? They are not going to stop giving you |
| They are because they bring competition |
| clack clack soldier |
| Abraham has given |
| Coming from the front of few |
| of treading heavy |
| my message is mine |
| yours is yours |
| The 995 Arts with never been |
| I'm going to show you what competition governs us |
| I'm gonna leave the whole world like sphinxes |
| I come from Egypt and I pose a dilemma |
| why nobody competes if the microphone burns? |
| I have already seen burned |
| And those are losers |
| Look how I hold the microphone, there is no one to burn me |
| Those who bring competition and stay thrown |
| Often the rappers with their wrong flow |
| And my ways |
| You will venerate |
| And with my live show |
| You already know to 'gas |
| And look at me huh |
| That who has seen me and who sees me |
| doing drunken rap |
| And even the eggs of this thirst |
| This is my party |
| I come with my band |
| And my flow enlarges you |
| Zénit now beats you |
| rapper rap |
| One more |
| that I am a tramp |
| And I carry a message for the world in the bottle |
| What does it say, who wears |
| It's like a spring |
| And it's a detour |
| You can call me Arthur, Arts, Art even Abraham |
| But never forget that this loud will sound and it will go far |
| (chorus) |
| (ZENIT) |
| In order to compete, it is essential |
| The never do without celebrations |
| with competition |
| Holes in your baffles get |
| Before Arts 1/29 and Zénit man-gift |
| with competition |
| (ARTS 1/29) |
| To compete, it is essential to never do without |
| of your fakirs |
| Holes in your baffles, wherever they are |
| It is Zenit man-gift, 1/29 Arts |
| (ZENIT) |
| From the worst squad perfect performance |
| Footsteps that destroy the pavement |
| And for good shit my excrement |
| Exempt |
| Of any pretty sweet or silly feeling |
| I present the violent of the moment |
| What I wear I represent the movement |
| Virulent on the rise |
| Just as hell is burning |
| wait take a seat |
| Don't be a coward |
| I don't know I cowardly I don't consent |
| Don't make the excuse that it's late for our showdown |
| save your words save them bad try |
| Enough of boasting against the king of thought |
| Against the God of the firmament |
| (ARTS 1/29) |
| Today I compete, I fulfill my rite |
| Droppin' rappers and I need |
| With this unusual duet, unpublished |
| Rap in your joint |
| Of 6 9 Arts 1/29 |
| That's how he called me, here I am |
| Little does it excite me, with rap I get excited |
| Seeing your necks banging loudly |
| be quiet |
| Or you will end up squaring the boxes of my records |
| Competition with Zénit man-gift |
| Rap of rappers, from the east, in Torrejón |
| Phrase after phrase, Arts, phrase after phrase |
| I learned from your mistakes so that it never happens to me |
| (ZENIT) |
| Tell me with whom you want to compare yourself |
| Tell me why you want to cheat |
| Stop dirtying hip-hop's banner |
| stop dragging try to get up |
| And follow our example to realize yourself |
| If you continue the competition against me you will get angry |
| If you follow this rhythm more you will destroy yourself |
| I'm going to teach you to compete with the micro |
| And apart from making art, advise you |
| To breathe so as not to drown |
| So many things in rap remain to show you |
| So many things to teach you to make you |
| I don't have to give you my respect and greet you |
| Until you manage to partly get used to behaving |
| for what medals that you don't deserve do you want to hang yourself? |
| Why do you battle with whom you shouldn't want to look for yourself? |
| why do you do competi if you don't share this skill? |
| Why don't you put this Zénit con Artes thing again? |
| (chorus) |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Ritornerai ft. Zenit | 2018 |
| Fluss ft. Zenit | 2018 |
| Intro ft. Zenit | 2018 |
| Qué te creías? | 2010 |
| Veinticuatrosiete | 2010 |
| Alea Jacta Est | 2010 |
| Andegüineris | 2004 |
| Tengo | 2010 |
| Nadir | 2010 |
| Siempre es buena hora | 2010 |
| Busco | 2010 |
| Utopía | 2010 |
| oDios | 2010 |
| Un hombre y un destino | 2004 |
| Después de tanto | 2004 |
| El acabose | 2004 |
| Zenitown | 2006 |
| Torre de Babel | 2006 |
| Un minuto de calma | 2006 |
| Vaffanculo | 2006 |