Lyrics and translation CHYSTEMC - Mic On Fesion (Macrodee Remix)

Mic On Fesion (Macrodee Remix)

Nacidos para esto
(Vete ya)
Adickta Sinfonia ChysteMC
No es broma

Vete ya, que aqui no sirve el que no hace na

Sirven los que crean
Yea dos check puaah!

Ve-te ya des-te rap que-te va a des-terrar y
Dejarme-jetalbe-que tal es-el can quien
Verda se-te va a pre-sentar en tu habitat mental
Y en tu cavidad cerebral, enhebrar mi habilidad verbal (QUE MAS)
Lo mejor el rap criollo, creo yo
Un estollo, estamo en el meollo meo yo
Te meo el hoyo, por pollo, somo del dollo del desague
Adickta, Killtros sin na de fague
(Ouuuh) Embalao, get out de mi lao
Cha, cha, cha, cha, chao
Lo que hay destacao, aca esta estacao.

Corre, anda, deja ese lapiz, cierra la boca
A ti no te toca, sigue bailando y moviendo el culo LOCA!

No me hechi la foca, vivi del resto como los copa
Tu mente es tan poca, que dependi de lo que hagan los broca
En que tu te enfocas, hablando weas crei que provocai
Y te equivocai, pa onde vai CHAO NO MA TU!

Vivi rosao, nosotro acá bien ocupao

Pa no ser como vo, pa sacar la voz y no ser poto pelao
No contesto feca, la feca como tu estilo se seca
Como lo hace, dos tus frases, son pa la gente de discoteca
Te tocaste las tetas y te fuiste, viste
Eso te pasa por nena, ahora sharap
Saca la chequera, de tu papito y junta moneas.

Hey men, te tendras que largar pa fuera
Vete ya, que el rap no es pa cualquiera
Hey men, te tendras que largar pa fuera
¿Con don de donde? No ensucie mi esfera. (UPAAAAUUF CHALUPA)

Despreocupao, que esta tropa va viento en popa

Tapa tu boca, loca escapa
Si te atrapa, capaces de escapar con trampas
La mentira es su ropa, lo arropa
No me voi, pa que no encajen en mi mapa

Abisparras, PAAA!, PA, PA, PAR
Aguanta, un poco de esta descarga
Cargan mascaras, caras falsas
Ladran, se descascaran
Ganas de pelar a espaldas
Dime de cual rap me hablas
Palido vai a quedar si nos vei en las tablas.

No quiero saber mas de ti, aqui nadie es aprendiz
A tu mentira pone fin, de mi
Podi hablar la wea que querai, pero cuando me conoscai
Antes no existe manera (voy, voy, voy)
Voy quitando mascaras a cualquiera
QUE! vea, QUE! trate de amargar la miel QUE!
Hoy en dia endusas, preguntas inconclusas
Y anda por la calle preocupao por lo que usas
O tienes, mi musica la vida, el riel pa los trenes
Que chocan con cualquiera que supere estos niveles
Sere alguien que hable por el HipHop (¿COMO!?)
La garrafa pal tinto y yo mismo pa los ritmos.

VETE!, antes de que se te seque el mate
Aqui estamos, adentro, no hay na que nos saque
Tenemos rap, del pricipio hasta el remate
Solo reales sonaran, cuando los falsos se maten
Somos el rap, el que siempre te combate
Pero en un juego de egos, ni por el que mas destaquen
Mi ataque, un mensaje, que muestra el paisaje
De calles, pasajes, lo injusto de su imagen
Mantente al margen, no aprete carrera
Rapeando puras tonteras, lo que los oidos quieran
Ba-bajo tierra, musica sin barreras
DeKilltros, la Adickta, era.

Hey men, te tendras que largar pa fuera
Vete ya, que el rap no es pa cualquiera
Hey men, te tendras que largar pa fuera
¿Con don de donde? No ensucie mi esfera.

Mic On Fesion (Macrodee Remix)

Born for this
(Go away)
Addicta Sinfonia ChysteMC
It's no joke

Go away, here the one who does nothing is worthless

Those who create are worthy
Yea two check puaah!

Go away from this rap that will unearth you and
Let me, let's see how this song is
Truly it will present itself in your mental habitat
And in your cerebral cavity, threading my verbal ability (WHAT ELSE)
The best Creole rap, I think
A herd, we are in the core meo yo
I piss on you, for chicken, we are from the sewer dollo
Addicta, Killtros without any fague
(Ouuuh) Packed, get out of my side
Cha, cha, cha, cha, chao
What is highlighted here is stationed.

Run, walk, leave that pencil, shut your mouth
It doesn't touch you, keep dancing and shaking your ass CRAZY!

I haven't acted like a seal, I lived off the rest like the copas
Your mind is so small that you depend on what the broca do
What you focus on, talking nonsense thinking you provoke
And you're wrong, where are you going BYE NO MA TU!

I lived pink, we are here well occupied

Not to be like you, to get the voice out and not be a peeled butt
I don't answer feca, the feca like your style dries
As it does, two your phrases are for nightclub people
You touched your tits and you left, you saw
That happens to you for nena, now sharap
Take out your daddy's checkbook and collect coins.

Hey man, you'll have to get out
Go away, rap is not for everyone
Hey man, you'll have to get out
Where are you from? Don't dirty my sphere. (UPAAAAUUF CHALUPA)

Unconcerned that this troop is sailing

Cover your mouth, crazy escape
If it catches you, capable of escaping with traps
The lie is his clothes, it clothes him
I'm not leaving, so they don't fit on my map

Sharpened, PAAA!, PA, PA, STOP
Hold on, a little bit of this download
They carry masks, false faces
They bark, they peel
Wanting to fight behind your back
Tell me what rap are you talking about
You're gonna go pale if you see us on the tables.

I don't want to know more about you, nobody here is an apprentice
End your lie, from me
You can say what you want, but when you meet me
Before there is no way (I'm going, I'm going, I'm going)
I'm taking off anyone's mask
THAT! look, THAT! try to bitter the honey THAT!
Nowadays you stain, unfinished questions
And you walk down the street worried about what you wear
Or you have, my music life, the track for trains
That collide with anyone who exceeds these levels
I'll be someone who speaks for HipHop (HOW!?)
The carafe for red wine and myself for the rhythms.

GO!, before your thermos dries up
Here we are, inside, there is nothing to take us out
We have rap, from the beginning to the end
Only real ones will sound when the fake ones kill each other
We are the rap, the one that always fights you
But in a game of egos, not even for the one that stands out the most
My attack, a message, that shows the landscape
Of streets, passages, the injustice of their image
Stay on the sidelines, don't squeeze career
Rapping pure nonsense, whatever the ears want
Underground, music without barriers
DeKilltros, the Addicta, was.

Hey man, you'll have to get out
Go away, rap is not for everyone
Hey man, you'll have to get out
Where are you from? Don't dirty my sphere.