Lyrics and translation Bascur - Máxima Disciplina

Máxima Disciplina

Ohh tengo motivos para decir que esta música vive
Y es que hay vida detrás de las letras que uno escribe
Voy a rapiar hermano hasta que lel pulso se acabe
Y si el alsaimer juega en contra
Entonces rellenaré con freestyle
Bendita y maldita vida dolorosa
Gracias a tanto drama que me traes son fuentes de prosa
No soy un poeta forzado,
Palabras rebusca' explícito mi nombre
Y por la chucha que ah costado
Y aún yo no puedo entenderte
Que te frustra tanto ver a quien surge
Que tiras caca del teclado
Pero te doy firmado que detrás
Del veneno que públicas hay un perquín lleno de odio y fracasado
No me interesa si mi rap no te representa
Sabes por que?
Porque el tuyo no lo tomo ni en cuenta
(Relax my fela)casi llegando a los treinta y aunque repita la palabra
Mi rap paga mis cuentas
No llueve, pero gotea, no es fácil la odisea
Pero hago lo que me gusta,
Mi lírica no trucea
Lo alucino, lo termino, viviendome una novela
Como aquellos que se creen, que ya son gente soscoyuela
(Lo sé, lo mío es música)
Pal suelo mando un sorbo
Por todos aquellos amigos que ya están muertos
No importa si cayeron por balas o por un corbo
No van a morir si siguen vivos en tu recuerdo
Pa despedirme gracias a quien no confió en mí
Porque rapiaba antes que yo
Corté caset y radio
Si querer supe que hace dos años ya no eres mc
Y aunque te arda él que sai' hoy represento el barrio woou!
El día en que le ponga frenos a mi música será mi decisión
No por un cabrón, ni por un calzón
No por un cabrón, ni por un calzón
Ehh!
El día en que le ponga frenos a mi música será mi decisión
No por un cabrón, ni un calzón
No por un cabrón, ni un calzón
Ehh!!

Maximum Discipline

Oh, I have reasons to say that this music lives
And that there is life behind the letters one writes
I'm going to rap, bro, until my pulse gives out
And if Alzheimer's plays against it
Then I'll fill it up with freestyle
The blessed and cursed painful life
Thanks to all the drama you bring me, they are sources of prose
I am not a forced poet,
Your words reveal my name
And by the dog that has cost
And still I can't understand you
What frustrates you so much about seeing who emerges
That you throw shit from the keyboard
But I give you my word that behind
The poison you publish, there's a jerk full of hatred and failure
I don't care if my rap doesn't represent you
Do you know why?
Because yours doesn't even register with me
(Relax, my girl), almost thirty, even if I repeat the word
My rap pays my bills
It doesn't rain, but it drizzles, the odyssey is not easy
But I do what I like,
My lyrics don't cheat
I hallucinate it, I finish it, living a novel
Like those who think they are already smart
(I know, mine is music)
I pour a sip on the floor
For all those friends who are already dead
It doesn't matter if they fell by bullets or by a crowbar
They will not die if they live on in your memory
To say goodbye, thanks to those who didn't believe in me
Because I rapped before I did
I cut cassette and radio
If I wanted to learn, two years ago, you were no longer an MC
And even if it burns you, the one who came out today represents the neighborhood, wow!
The day I put the brakes on my music will be my decision
Not for a jerk, or for a pair of underwear
Not for a jerk, or for a pair of underwear
Hey!
The day I put the brakes on my music will be my decision
Not for a jerk or a pair of underwear
Not for a jerk or a pair of underwear
Hey!