Esta es una canción que llevo escuchando bastante y es de Rap Hip-Hop
[Intro]
Hoy no voy a salir y voy a quedarme en la' nube' donde nadie sube
[Estribillo]
(Uah) No vengas a molestar, dicen que está todo mal, bueno
(Uah) Yo estoy más que bien acá y no te pienso ni mirar, ciego
Vamo', repriman la mierda que tienen guardada en el pecho
Traguen y callen hasta estar desecho', párense siempre derecho
"Cállenlo, sédenlo, que haga lo que quiera, pero sáquenlo" y
"Cállenlo, sédenlo, que haga lo que quiera, pero sáquenlo"
Ey, háganme caso, ¿o no tienen claro que soy el rey?
Háganme caso que soy la ley, dame mis blíster', mis Parisiennes, wah
[Verso]
Patada de canguro, golpe duro
No vamo' a parar con esto, negro, te lo juro
Traje cianuro pa' meterle' en el trago
Cinco minuto' acá y ya estamo' causando estragos
Un mago nos quiere hacer desaparecer
Pero esta plaga rara nunca para de crecer
Somo' de los pocos locos que andan buscando placer
Y aunque quieran vernos roto', no damo' brazo a torcer
No para de toser, trabajando doce hora'
Cobra dos moneda' al mes pa' mantener cuatro persona'
Y no hables de meritocracia, me da gracia, no me joda'
Que sin oportunidades esa mierda no funciona
Y no, no hace falta gente que labure más
Hace falta que con menos se pueda vivir en paz
Mandale gas, no te perdás, acordate dónde estás
Fijate siempre de qué lado de la mecha te encontrás
Dice: "What up? Esto pega como coca"
La gente baila loca, el cuello se disloca
La droga en lo' dedo', que vaya de boca en boca
Sentís como te choca, esa vaina subió la nota
Salto como una pulga, empezó la purga
Largo todo fresco como un PXXR GVNG, hijo de—
Otra vez con sed entre fiebres y migraña'
Vuelvo a soñar con un viejo en el medio de una montaña
Me miró y me dijo: "De la vida nadie se salva
Y eso de la juventud es solo una actitud del alma"
Qué virtud extraña, ahora me queman las entrañas
Mi mejor conversación la tuve ayer con una araña
No sé qué hora es, ni me interesa
Acá siempre son 4:20, y estamo' de la cabeza, con simpleza
Birra barata y mala en lata, má' la planta santa esa
La que calma el cuerpo y te lo desestresa
El hood está de fiesta, el culo se te tensa
Entiendo que te molesta, la empatía te cuesta
Y si ahora gritamo' y cantamo' en modo de protesta
Es porque preguntamo' bien y nadie nos dio una respuesta
Se creen dueños, salgan del medio, lo digo en serio
Fuera la yuta que meten al barrio, le tira a los pibe' y le mata los sueño'
Bueno, juego, del underground, del agujero
Estamo' agitando de nuevo, sacando pa' afuera a eso' carroñero', ñero
[Estribillo]
(Uah) No vengas a molestar, dicen que está todo mal, bueno
(Uah) Yo estoy más que bien acá y no te pienso ni mirar, ciego
Vamo', repriman la mierda que tienen guardada en el pecho
Traguen y callen hasta estar desecho', párense siempre derecho
"Cállenlo, sédenlo, que haga lo que quiera, pero sáquenlo" y
"Cállenlo, sédenlo, que haga lo que quiera, pero sáquenlo"
Ey, háganme caso, ¿o no tienen claro que soy el rey?
Háganme caso que soy la ley, dame mis blíster', mis Parisiennes, wah
Esta que es Comedy Rap y esta bien loca
[Intro]
Ano hi mita sora, akaneiro no sora wo
Nee kimi wa oboeteimasuka (Listen)
Yakusoku chigiri shoka no, kaze ga tsutsumu
Futari yorisotta
[Chorus: MC Prophet]
I might bar out, so just watch me
Writin' this shit like Light Yagami
You stay trippin' bitch, ain't no way that I'ma fall
Foldin' on you bitches like origami
Killin' rappers like a god, bitch, Shinigami
You stay trippin' bitch, ain't no way that I'ma fall (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: MC Prophet]
Watchin JoJo, bitch, like add another season
Dropped an album in the winter
It's still banging through the breezes
Through the spring and summer
MC Virgins only thing you singing
Ain't no way that we gon' fall
'Cause now we add another reason
That's forever Virgins, me and Kudge returnin' with the verses
That gon' make these bitches deaf
They wish they never fuckin' heard it
Got the flow, we got the dough, we 'bout to go, we 'bout to go
Like Kudge go (Ayy), Kudge go (Ayy)
Kudge go (Ayy), Kudge go (Ayy)
[Verse 2: MC Kudge]
I get this shit sound different than MC Virginity
No more talkin' bout two year olds
And Gibby taking their virginity
Psych, if you think that you gotta be kiddin' me
I be spittin' that shit unwillingly, straight up until infinity, uh
I'm dealing with, uh, I'm dealing with these feelings
I feel it come from the ceiling, I feel it rushin' my body
I'm sorry, you wanted me to rap about some shit
Like fucking your mommy or a baby
But I guess that I'm just not on it lately
I'm just working on my own shit
Got a fuckin' problem? You can come and suck my own dick
At your mom's house so much, getting homesick
Man, she's so thick, I can't talk to MC God
I'm homophobic, get it?, 'Cause he's motherfuckin' gay
I call up Jay, we fuck some E-boys
And he let the chopper spray
That's not a shout-out, just a nod to the boy
MC Virgins on a mission with a plot to destroy
[Verse 3: MC Prophet]
Ayy, ayy, bitch, bitch get off my dick
I'm thinkin' "MC Virgins, can we make more hits?"
Like is that even a question?
I'll make your bitch start undressin'
Like, I might kill you fuckin' pussies
Thats how I make impressions
[Verse 4: MC Kudge]
Well bitch, I have a suggestion
Like, can I show your mom my dick
I call it my lethal weapon
I pack her throat like congestion
All over her, she contested
Bitch, I'll fuck my sister like Johnny Test did
MC Virgins up next bitch
[Segue: MC Prophet & MC Kudge]
That was literally the fucking worse bar
I've ever heard in my entire life (Hey, fuck you)
[Chorus: MC Prophet]
I might bar out, so just watch me
Writin' this shit like Light Yagami
You stay trippin' bitch, ain't no way that I'ma fall
Foldin' on you bitches like origami
Killin' rappers like a god, bitch, Shinigami
You stay trippin' bitch, ain't no way that I'ma fall (Ayy, ayy)
Esta es su versión en Español por si quieren leerlo
Introducción]
Ano hola mita sora, akaneiro no sora wo
Nee kimi wa oboeteimasuka (Escuchar)
Yakusoku chigiri shoka no, kaze ga tsutsumu
Futari yorisotta
[Estribillo: MC Prophet]
Podría excluirme, así que solo mírame
Escribiendo esta mierda como Light Yagami
Te quedas tropezando, perra, no hay forma de que me caiga
Doblándote perras como el origami
Matando a los trampas como un dios, perra, Shinigami
Te quedas tropezando, perra, no hay forma de que me caiga (ayy, ayy)
[Versículo 1: MC Prophet]
Mirando a JoJo, perra, como agregar otra temporada
Dejó caer un álbum en el invierno
Todavía está golpeando a través de la brisa
A través de la primavera y el verano
MC Virgins es lo único que cantas
No hay forma de que caigamos
Porque ahora agregamos otra razón
Eso es para siempre Vírgenes, yo y Kudge volviendo con los versos
Eso va a hacer sordas a estas perras
Desearían nunca haberlo escuchado
Tengo el flujo, tenemos la masa, estamos a punto de irnos, estamos a punto de irnos
Como Kudge go (Ayy), Kudge go (Ayy)
Kudge vaya (Ayy), Kudge vaya (Ayy)
[Versículo 2: MC Kudge]
Entiendo que esta mierda suena diferente a MC Virginity
No más hablar de niños de dos años
Y Gibby tomando su virginidad
Psych, si crees que tienes que estar bromeando
Estaré escupiendo esa mierda de mala gana, directamente hasta el infinito, eh
Estoy lidiando con, uh, estoy lidiando con estos sentimientos
Lo siento venir del techo, lo siento corriendo por mi cuerpo
Lo siento, querías que rapeara sobre alguna mierda
Como follar con tu mami o con un bebe
Pero supongo que no estoy en eso últimamente
Solo estoy trabajando en mi propia mierda
¿Tienes un maldito problema? Puedes venir y chuparme la polla
En la casa de tu mamá tanto, extrañándome
Hombre, ella es tan gruesa, no puedo hablar con MC Dios
Soy homofóbico, ¿entiendes ?, porque él es jodidamente gay
Llamo a Jay, nos follamos a algunos E-boys
Y dejó que el helicóptero rociara
Eso no es un agradecimiento, solo un guiño al chico
MC Virgins en una misión con un plan para destruir
[Versículo 3: MC Prophet]
Ayy, ayy, perra, perra, quítate la polla
Estoy pensando "MC Virgins, ¿podemos hacer más hits?"
¿Es eso siquiera una pregunta?
Haré que tu perra empiece a desvestirse
Como, podría mataros jodidos coños
Así es como hago impresiones
[Versículo 4: MC Kudge]
Bueno perra, tengo una sugerencia
Como, ¿puedo mostrarle a tu mamá mi polla?
Lo llamo mi arma letal
Aprieto su garganta como congestión
Todo sobre ella, ella impugnó
Perra, me follaré a mi hermana como lo hizo Johnny Test
MC Virgins hasta la próxima perra
[Segue: MC Prophet y MC Kudge]
Ese fue literalmente el peor bar
Alguna vez he escuchado en toda mi vida (oye, vete a la mierda)
[Estribillo: MC Prophet]
Podría excluirme, así que solo mírame
Escribiendo esta mierda como Light Yagami
Te quedas tropezando, perra, no hay forma de que me caiga
Doblándote perras como el origami
Matando a los trampas como un dios, perra, Shinigami
Te quedas tropezando, perra, no hay forma de que me caiga (ayy, ayy)
[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin', man
[Verse 1: LIL CUT THROAT]
You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you
I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable, once you cross me, ho
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pop!)
Let the guns bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
"$avage" tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazing while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop, even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside knotty
Scope on the shotty, semi blow ya body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me
I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony gripping Tommy
Fuck around end up get your body, autopsy
I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies
Three choppa's and a shotty shooting everybody
Cigarette wet, bumpin' Boosie Badazz
On them drugs, jiggin’
Jaws locked—clinching
Trigger finger itching if you think I’m kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and (Ruby—) your punk friends too
[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting
Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies sing
Now my eyes always hurtin', wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, ayy
Hol' up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002
What it do? Motherfucker, I'm a fool
Ruby da Cherry is cooling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Blackout the city, I'm back on them 30s
In 'bout twenty minutes we'll be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high
Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a bright beam
Lime green paint but the rims looking Spike Lee
Mighty sloppy, might be cocky, am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I'm willing to fucking bet
Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I'm a fucking vet, I'm a motherfucking threat
G*59 the set, G*59 will make you sweat
"I don’t give a fuck" is my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gate
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
[Outro]
"You'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night—get up in time to go to mass on Sunday
Morning, and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again."
[Intro]
"Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings"
"But I'm only going to get this one chance" (Six minutes— Six minutes—)
"Something's wrong, I can feel it" (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!)
"Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what.
If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble;
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"
[Chorus]
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
[Verse 1]
But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match
With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got
[Verse 2]
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!)
MCs get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them
Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?
Little gay-lookin' boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha-ha!)
You're witnessin' a mass-occur
Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's all they say, lookin' boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy
Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit
Get outta my face, lookin' boy!
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause—
[Chorus]
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard
[Verse 3]
So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off, then I'm reloadin'
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
You write normal? Fuck being normal!
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?
Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop,"—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use."
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?!
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel
I'ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!
But if I can't batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?!
Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Don't be a retard—be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a god?
[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin', man
[Verse 1: LIL CUT THROAT]
You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you
I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable, once you cross me, ho
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pop!)
Let the guns bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
"$avage" tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazing while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop, even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside knotty
Scope on the shotty, semi blow ya body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me
I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony gripping Tommy
Fuck around end up get your body, autopsy
I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies
Three choppa's and a shotty shooting everybody
Cigarette wet, bumpin' Boosie Badazz
On them drugs, jiggin’
Jaws locked—clinching
Trigger finger itching if you think I’m kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and (Ruby—) your punk friends too
[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting
Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies sing
Now my eyes always hurtin', wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, ayy
Hol' up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002
What it do? Motherfucker, I'm a fool
Ruby da Cherry is cooling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Blackout the city, I'm back on them 30s
In 'bout twenty minutes we'll be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high
Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a bright beam
Lime green paint but the rims looking Spike Lee
Mighty sloppy, might be cocky, am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I'm willing to fucking bet
Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I'm a fucking vet, I'm a motherfucking threat
G*59 the set, G*59 will make you sweat
"I don’t give a fuck" is my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gate
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
[Outro]
"You'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night—get up in time to go to mass on Sunday
Morning, and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again."[Verse 1]
Breathing in the dark, lying on its side
The ruins of the day painted with a scar
And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try
The feelings start to rot one wink at a time
[Chorus 1]
Oh
Forgiving who you are for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded
Horrified with each stone on the stage
My little dark age
[Verse 2]
Picking through the cards, knowing what's nearby
The carvings on the face say they find it hard
And the engine's failed again, all limits of disguise
The humor's not the same, coming from denial
[Chorus 2]
Oh
I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone
Open-eyed, burn the page
My little dark age
[Chorus 3]
I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
You know that if it hides, it doesn't go away
If I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all alone
Horrified on the stage
My little dark age
[Bridge]
Giddy with delight, seeing what's to come
The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind
[Chorus 4]
Policemen swear to God, love's seeping from the guns
I know my friends and I would probably turn and run
If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge
Bring a stone, all the rage
My little dark age
[Chorus 2]
I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone
Open-eyed, burn the page
My little dark age
[Outro]
All alone, open-eyed
Burn the page, my little dark age