Lyrics and translation El Momo - Funky

Funky

Oye alguien me dijo que para ser un verdadero rapero
Tenía que poner cara de malo
Y ser un tipo muy duro, pero
¡Damn!

Me he quitado el disfraz de rapero
Y lo he dejado en el perchero
Ahora solo soy yo
Todo el mundo quiere ser libre
Pero cuando ven a alguien que lo es
Se cagan de miedo
Traigo un nuevo truco

Es Funky
(¿Como es? ¿Cómo es?)
Es Funky
(¿Como es? ¿Cómo es?)
Es Funky
(¿Como es? ¿Cómo es?)
Es Funky
(Esto no es Rap)
Es Funky
(Esto es otra Cosa)
Es Funky
(No sé pero)
Es Funky
(Pero que... ¿Empezamos?)
Es Funky
(Si, ¿Empezamos?)

Hubo una cultura con valores morales
Con unas letras a la altura que eran puntos de sutura en chavales
Hoy los reales le tiramos flores sabes
Yo salí de un coño, pero tú de donde coño sales
Yeah
Yo también he sido crío, me han metido líos
En los que confío que existió Dios, reíos
En el micro describo fríos ríos, mi estilo es mío
Y esos tíos no dicen ni pio
Si me piden silencio, les rapeo en la cara
La vida no es para débiles
He dejao de usar instrumentales increíbles
Solo porque sus productores me parecían imbéciles
Mira que fácil es
Así les vacilé
De mí, lo que te digan es mentira
El Hip Hop no ha muerto porque he vuelto y aún respira.
Vuelve el flow que nunca se termina
(Mira, mira, mira)
Sé inteligente, desde que fui adolescente, lo intenté
Fe intermitente, sé que ni Einstein fue un genio con veinte
Ley evidente, sé que en Internet hay cien delincuentes
Que impertinente deja a la gente inconsciente que invente
Baby
Así pongo aire de teide en tu frente
Fuerzo las rimas hasta que imaginas como es mi mente
Todo en mi lente es brillante, mediante el puente colgante
Que es mi patente, fuente de estilo incesante
Vente

Yo no sé cómo llamar esto
Si es Rap crudo, Old School o Fresco
Lo que si sé es que levanta a un muerto
Porque pone del revés tu cuerpo
Aunque yo no sé cómo llamar esto
Si es Rap crudo, Old School o Fresco
Lo que si sé es que levanta a un muerto
Porque pone del revés tu cuerpo

Y es Funky
(Eh, eh)
Y es Funky
(Ah, ah)
Y es Funky
(Eh, eh)
Y es Funky
(Ah, ah)
Y es Funky
(Eh, eh)
Y es Funky
(Ah, ah)
Y es Funky
(Eh, eh)
Y es Funky
(Ah, ah)

I said the Hip Hop the hippie
The hippie to the hip hip hoppa
You don't stop
El Momo con el Gordo del Funk
Desde no sé cuándo
La verdad que mi cabeza va a explotar
De tanto Rap o canto o mato
A cuantos vea robando, cuánto ladrón va llorando
A la televisión tu preta el OFF del mando
Mi flow aunque querrás no podrás tocarlo
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy Ya
Shimmy Yam, Shimmy Yey
Gimme the MIC so I can take it away
Bum Stiggedy
Bum Stiggedy
Bum Pon
Cola con Ron
Yo no soluciono todo como John Connor.
Yo sólo soy El Momo
Muevo los labios por la calle como un loco
I came to bring the pain
More hard to the brain
Hip Hop Es todo lo que toco
Hay voces en mi mente dicen "pártelo"
Ese micro a mí me pertenece, cante o no
Tengo el acento de maño pues que pasa có
Si de pequeño la inspiración a mi me atacó
Oigo voces en mi mente dicen "pártelo"
Ese micro a mí me pertenece, cante o no
Tengo el acento de maño pues que pasa có
Si de pequeño la inspiración a mi me a-ta-có

Yo no sé cómo llamar esto
Si es Rap crudo, Old School o Fresco
Lo que si sé es que levanta a un muerto
Porque pone del revés tu cuerpo
Aunque yo no sé cómo llamar esto
Si es Rap crudo, Old School o Fresco
Lo que si sé es que levanta a un muerto
Porque pone del revés tu cuerpo

Y es Funky
(Eh, eh)
Y es Funky
(Ah, ah)
Y es Funky
(Eh, eh)
Y es Funky
(Ah, ah)
Y es Funky
(Eh, eh)
Y es Funky
(Ah, ah)
Y es Funky
(Eh, eh)
Y es Funky
(Ah, ah)

Y este ha sido mi ejercicio de hoy
Dos series de 24 compases con estribillo
A 118 BPM
Podéis hacer repeticiones infinitas hasta que le pilléis el tono
Ideal para mantener en equilibrio la mente
La lengua y el espíritu
Pruébalo

Funky

Hey, someone told me that to be a real rapper
I had to put on a mean face
And be a really tough guy, but
Damn!

I took off my rapper disguise
And left it on the coat rack
Now I'm just me
Everybody wants to be free
But when they see someone who is
They shit themselves with fear
I brought a new trick

It's Funky
(What is it like? What is it like?)
It's Funky
(What is it like? What is it like?)
It's Funky
(What is it like? What is it like?)
It's Funky
(This is not Rap)
It's Funky
(This is something else)
It's Funky
(I don't know but)
It's Funky
(But what... Shall we start?)
It's Funky
(Yes, shall we start?)

There was a culture with moral values
With lyrics that were up to par, that were stitches on kids
Today the real ones throw flowers you know
I came out of a pussy, but where the fuck did you come from
Yeah
I've been a kid too, they've gotten me into trouble
In those that I trust that God existed, laugh
In the mic I describe cold rivers, my style is mine
And those guys don't say a peep
If they ask me for silence, I rap in their faces
Life is not for the weak
I stopped using incredible instrumentals
Just because their producers seemed like imbeciles to me
Look how easy it is
That's how I played them
What they tell you about me is a lie
Hip Hop is not dead because I'm back and it still breathes.
The flow that never ends is back
(Look, look, look)
Be smart, since I was a teenager, I tried
Intermittent faith, I know that not even Einstein was a genius at twenty
Obvious law, I know that on the Internet there are a hundred criminals
That impertinent leaves people unconscious to invent
Baby
That's how I put Teide air on your forehead
I force the rhymes until you imagine what my mind is like
Everything in my lens is brilliant, by means of the suspension bridge
Which is my patent, a source of incessant style
Come on

I don't know what to call this
If it's raw Rap, Old School or Fresh
What I do know is that it raises the dead
Because it turns your body upside down
Although I don't know what to call this
If it's raw Rap, Old School or Fresh
What I do know is that it raises the dead
Because it turns your body upside down

And it's Funky
(Eh, eh)
And it's Funky
(Ah, ah)
And it's Funky
(Eh, eh)
And it's Funky
(Ah, ah)
And it's Funky
(Eh, eh)
And it's Funky
(Ah, ah)
And it's Funky
(Eh, eh)
And it's Funky
(Ah, ah)

I said the Hip Hop the hippie
The hippie to the hip hip hoppa
You don't stop
El Momo with El Gordo del Funk
Since I don't know when
The truth is my head is going to explode
From so much Rap or I sing or I kill
How many I see stealing, how many thieves are crying
On television, you preta the OFF of the remote control
My flow even if you want you won't be able to touch it
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy Ya
Shimmy Yam, Shimmy Yey
Gimme the MIC so I can take it away
Bum Stiggedy
Bum Stiggedy
Bum Pon
Cola with Rum
I don't solve everything like John Connor
I'm just El Momo
I move my lips down the street like a madman
I came to bring the pain
More hard to the brain
Hip Hop is all I play
There are voices in my head saying "stop it"
That microphone belongs to me, whether I sing or not
I have a Spanish accent, so what happens, co
If inspiration attacked me as a child
I hear voices in my head saying "stop it"
That microphone belongs to me, whether I sing or not
I have a Spanish accent, so what happens, co
If inspiration attacked me as a child a-ta-có

I don't know what to call this
If it's raw Rap, Old School or Fresh
What I do know is that it raises the dead
Because it turns your body upside down
Although I don't know what to call this
If it's raw Rap, Old School or Fresh
What I do know is that it raises the dead
Because it turns your body upside down

And it's Funky
(Eh, eh)
And it's Funky
(Ah, ah)
And it's Funky
(Eh, eh)
And it's Funky
(Ah, ah)
And it's Funky
(Eh, eh)
And it's Funky
(Ah, ah)
And it's Funky
(Eh, eh)
And it's Funky
(Ah, ah)

And this has been my exercise for today
Two sets of 24 bars with chorus
At 118 BPM
You can do infinite repetitions until you get the hang of it
Ideal for keeping the mind in balance
Tongue and spirit
Try it