Lyrics and translation Lechero Mon - Raperos de Carton

Raperos de Carton

Siii, nuevamenteee, lechero mon y locomooov
Ja, ja, ja, ja, si, si, si,
Tanto te creí rapero porque vo rayai,(jai)
Gastanto plata en tinta y el plumon lo revalsai (jai)

Teni cualquier rayao pero nadie te
Conose como persona pajaron culiao reacciona
Demostra tu arte respetando los graffitis
Nunca na te longi te mandaste un nuevo pity pasai poniendo talco
Con 10 plumones en la mano no se si
Soy weon o comiste caca de marciano

El verdadero raper enseña en la muralla
Que esto es un arte y no hacer miles de rayas
Tu estas pasao a caca,
Tu mente folla ataca y yo te ataco
Con mi rima que jiles a los jiles mata

No sima en la calle si lo paco a vo te pillan
Te pescan a palo y te pasean en zapatilla
Te botan el facu que esta lleno de tinta
Y tu quedas de longi, con tu plumon te la pintan

No hayo, la forma de hacete entender
Te veo tu rayado y no me logra sorprender
Y te lo digo en la cara y te apunto con mi deo
Pollo con escama rayai entero de feo

Sii, quilicura, uno con 2, cara de tuto producciones

Muchos les dicen pollo yo raperos de carton
Con su ropa esta manchada con la tinta de un plumon
Se dedican a a tachar los grafos que estan pulentos
Los pollos son caballos y pescaos al mismo tiempo

Ja, ja lechero mon y locomov con todos los jiles culiaos mulas
Si, 2006 se viene, esto es serio y chistoso

Cardboard Rappers

Yeah, again, Lechero Mon and Locomov
Ha, ha, ha, ha, yes, yes, yes,
I believed you were a rapper because you scribbled (jai)
Spending money on ink and the marker revealed it (jai)

You have any scribbling, but no one knows you
As a person, you are a damn bird, react
Show your art by respecting the graffiti
You never got longer, you sent a new pity passing, putting talc
With 10 markers in hand, I don't know if
I'm stupid or ate Martian poop

The real rapper teaches on the wall
That this is an art and not doing thousands of lines
You are crazy,
Your mind fucks, attacks, and I attack you
With my rhyme that kills the fools

Don't be foolish on the street if the cops catch you
They will catch you with a stick and take you for a ride in sneakers
They'll throw away the bag full of ink
And you'll be left with your marker, they'll paint you with it

I don't find a way to make you understand
I see your scribbling and it doesn't surprise me
And I'll tell you to your face and point at you with my finger
You are a chicken with scales, ugly all over

Yeah, Quilicura, one with two, Tuto Productions face

Many call them chickens, I call them cardboard rappers
With their clothes stained with marker ink
They spend their time tagging cool graffiti
The chickens are horses and fish at the same time

Ha, ha, Lechero Mon and Locomov with all the damn fools, mules
Yeah, 2006 is coming, this is serious and funny