Lyrics and translation Cres - Intro: no paro

Intro: no paro

Me vuelvo a sentar a pensar,
Hay que empezar a equilibrar la mente, enderezar
Ideas nuevas para estructurar, curar la herida abierta.
Este proyecto empieza con un cartel en la puerta de no molestar.
Le sigue el pacto que mantengo con Enri y Bic
Inmortalizo el rap como lo inmortalizó Henry.
Strictly necesario en un varios,
¿El Cres se lo merece?
Emeces saben que están a merced del mercenario.
Vaya despliegue, planchando sin pliegues,
Escuchando tos los discos del mercao hace que no reniegue
¿Que llegue ya el momento va a depender de un padrino?
Te cuento, vine a defender lo que es mío sino...
¿Te vas a encargar tú o qué?
Yo si hace falta vendo mis cd's de mano en mano, soy mi propio manager
Y he recorrido media España al volante,
Si me has visto en concierto puedes preguntarle al Tron y al Darke.
Darte cuenta que cuesta sacar esto adelante... parte de mi vida,
Te lo digo en cada disco por si se te olvida.
A mí me ayuda a localizar mi paz interior.
Y vender menos no me hace sentir inferior... para nada...
Yo sé lo que hay por ahí...
Y muchos que triunfáis porque pagáis.
No hablo solo del rap, hablo de cualquier género,
Tu pon la radio y dime ¿qué piensas?
¿Buena música nueva? Avísame si la encuentras.
Todo es lo mismo, suena igual.
Igual te suena que me da lo mismo.
O pongo yo un cd o pongo un programa que interese, que me culturice,
Que me haga reír, que sí, que cada uno hace lo que le apetece...
Esas cosas las entiendo mequetrefe,
Me parece que no eres consciente de lo que se cuece en mi cabeza...
Mi propia naturaleza me abastece,
Necesito amar y rapear, así es como mi mundo crece.
Intento haceros ver como funciono.
Me motivo, escribo, confecciono.
Colecciono cd's y libretas, frases sueltas,
En cualquier trozo de papel que te imagines, hasta en servilletas!
Ocurre de repente,
Como cuando las cuajo en inglés no entiendes
Y criticas de forma poco inteligente,
Fuck you and fuck the critics;
Gonna get dissed, you wish you could do it like this... can't touch my lyrics.
It's amazig, blazing hot,
Love breaking and graffiti, in Freestyle i bring 'em off the top.
What cha think that i'm gonna shrink, not.
I won't stop the flow. I really wanna show you what I got.

Intro: I don't let up

I sit down to think again,
We have to start balancing the mind, straightening up
New ideas for structuring, healing the open wound.
This project begins with a "do not disturb" sign on the door.
It's followed by the pact I keep with Enri and Bic
I immortalize rap like Henry immortalized it.
Strictly necessary in a number of ways,
Does Cres deserve it?
Emcees know they're at the mercy of the mercenary.
What a display, ironing without creases,
Listening to all the records on the market keeps me from disowning it
Will the moment arrive to depend on a godfather?
Let me tell you, I came to defend what's mine, or else...
Are you going to take charge of it or what?
If necessary, I'll sell my CDs hand-to-hand, I'm my own manager
And I've traveled half of Spain behind the wheel,
If you've seen me in concert, you can ask Tron and Darke.
Realize that it's hard to get this going... part of my life,
I tell you on every album in case you forget.
It helps me find my inner peace.
Selling less doesn't make me feel inferior... not at all...
I know what's out there...
And many of you are successful because you pay for it.
I'm not just talking about rap, I'm talking about any genre,
Turn on the radio and tell me what you think?
Good new music? Let me know if you find it.
It's all the same, it sounds the same.
You might think I don't care.
Either I'll put on a CD or a program that interests me, that teaches me something,
That makes me laugh, because yes, we each do whatever we want...
I understand those things, little man,
I don't think you realize what's going on in my head...
My own nature provides for me,
I need to love and rap, that's how my world grows.
I try to make you see how I work.
I motivate myself, I write, I create.
I collect CDs and notebooks, loose phrases,
On any piece of paper you can imagine, even on napkins!
It happens suddenly,
Like when I record them in English and you don't understand
And criticize in an unintelligent way,
Fuck you and fuck the critics;
Gonna get dissed, you wish you could do it like this... can't touch my lyrics.
It's amazig, blazing hot,
Love breaking and graffiti, in Freestyle i bring 'em off the top.
What cha think that i'm gonna shrink, not.
I won't stop the flow. I really wanna show you what I got.