Lyrics and translation Mamborap feat. Trek, Sub-One & Nowzes - Dentro de Cloakas (Batros Beat)

Dentro de Cloakas (Batros Beat)

Mamborap, efecto r
Rcha Terrorista
Sativo sonido, yeah!
Bando Psycho Madafacka!′

Nos encontramos, volando bajo tierra
Dentro de cloakas escribiendo mil temas YEAH!
El bando nace con raper, siempre queda en la calle
Tirando rimas y frases
Bien Psycho

Nos encontramos, volando bajo tierra
Dentro de cloakas escribiendo mil temas YEAH!
El bando nace con raper, siempre queda en la calle
Tirando rimas y frases
Bien Psycho

Es que vivimos Hip Hop, don't stop, libertad de expresión
Y calle donde la verdad se relatan de callejón
Fucking beat is the see.
Perfecta!
Para hacer la mezcla, en cuantos barrios representa!
Y suena!
Alla afuera que aqui adentro tamos flip en la street
Fumo weed hasta el fin de mis temas! mi problema?
Es saber que nuestra fuck police esta coludida con el sistema!
Me disgusta tu disculpa! absurda su disputa contra el bando Psycho
Si saben que la clave absoluta es virar a los que ensucian la esencia
Y nuestro caminar!

Desde Santiago de chile
Rodao de insectos y reptiles
Navego en underground pa que sienta a lo que vine
Vine con los miles, a vivir la vola
Y no les traje tontería, yo les traigo hip hop MAN!
SHAO! Desde alcantarillao
Fumando mierda fresca con los broca mas mambiao!
La torreja! también existen sumberley
Esos que despiertan apretando el puto play!
De la radio, y a diario, viven la edad del barrio
Las rata que los odio por su PUTO VESTUARIO!
Somos el psycho band that representa
Bohemia con rap, son la mezcla perfecta!

Flow bajo tierra, pa que escuchen las perras
Que su boca no cierran, quieren, buscan problemas
Para que!
Si fluye en el under y quiero quitarme el estrés!
Recorriendo los lugares y así es como desperté!
Con el flow de la calle! Hoy somos hermanos!
Dando rap pa que ahora ensaye y ante todo conformamos
De un sonido Psycho
Sigo en la misma en el mismo camino
Bajo tierra Ando!
Estilo, cultura, hip hop de la calle lo vivo.
UNDERGROUND
Nunca hubo dudas, encerrao en humo
Fase previa antes de la escritura
Y sin censura, abertura a la cultura
Del hip hop callejero, YEAH!
Esto perdura

Nuevamente, el bando psycho, lirica Underground
Que te atrapo solo un rato como un cabo de los round
De hace rato que estos vato están rapeando connotao
Lanzao, lestao, inyectao, PREOCUPAO
Santiago lo ha comprobao, ya nadie se quea callao
Si compite con un bando, fortifica su legao
Por eso soy estructurao, como el broca he caminao!
Buscando un presente sin que el futuro vuelva al pasao

Aguanten wacho que el barrio y el represent
Bando psycho! underground puedes ver
Que los que vamos pal barrio nos de recien
Por el hip hop dejo la vida en un LP

Por el rap lo dejo todo, no hay nada que se parezca
Que la familia crezca, que la matita fresca
Pero underground
Letra y flow, máxima terapia expresa
Tu sabes muy bien que estamos de la cabeza
Dos, uno, uno, one, two, mas salvaje!
Vamos escupiendo el coraje
Ven que te invito a mi viaje, música el trance, avance
No se quede estático, ritmo magnético
Volando bajo tierra, noches, calles, esquinas, detalles, bacilon, o raper
Improvisación, hasta que el sol sale, esto es lo que esperaban
Escritores claves

"-¿Oye quienes son esos locos?
-El bando psycho po hermano
-Aaah los culiaos psycho!
-Jajaja,′¿ los conoci?
-Jajajaj no."

Aaaaaah!
Se le subió la droga, tomo mas que lora, te lo digo de cora
Haga porras!
Porque le llegue la hora y el cable del micro lo usa de soga
Se lo dañe la moda, freestyle te incomoda
Tu rap esta en descenso y prueba pa las emisoras
Y me critica!
(Porque... le da pica!)
Yo sabia que en el micro le aplica
Critica suplica, y me haces un helaoooo
Significa
Que de cuando mi micro mastica
Le gusta como a la cabra chica
El mambo sigue la escencia Underground!

Hey tu, dejaloooo
(Que el que tira mierda, habla, critica el nivel no alcanza)
El rap, vivelooooo
(Con respeto unidad amor al rap asi se avanza)

Nos encontramos, volando bajo tierra
Dentro de cloakas escribiendo mil temas YEAH!
El bando nace con raper, siempre queda en la calle
Tirando rimas y frases
Bien Psycho

Nos encontramos, volando bajo tierra
Dentro de cloakas escribiendo mil temas YEAH!
El bando nace con raper, siempre queda en la calle
Tirando rimas y frases
Bien Psycho

Inside Cloaks (Batros Beat)

Mamborap, effect r
Rcha Terrorist
Sative sound, yeah!
Bando Psycho Madafacka!′

We meet, flying underground
Inside cloaks writing a thousand songs YEAH!
The band was born with rappers, always left on the street
Throwing rhymes and phrases
Well Psycho

We meet, flying underground
Inside cloaks writing a thousand songs YEAH!
The band was born with rappers, always left on the street
Throwing rhymes and phrases
Well Psycho

It is that we live Hip Hop, don't stop, freedom of expression
And the street where the truth is told from the alley
Fucking beat is the see.
Perfect!
To make the mix, in how many neighborhoods it represents!
And it sounds!
Out there because here we are flipping on the street
I smoke weed until the end of my songs! my problem?
It is to know that our fuck police is colluded with the system!
I dislike your apology! absurd their dispute against the Psycho gang
If they know that the absolute key is to turn to those who stain the essence
And our walk!

From Santiago de Chile
Surrounded by insects and reptiles
I navigate in underground so that you feel what I came for
I came with the thousands, to live the flight
And I didn't bring you nonsense, I bring you hip hop MAN!
SHAO! From alcantarillao
Smoking fresh shit with the most mambiao bro!
The turret! sumberley also exist
Those who wake up by pressing the fucking play!
From the radio, and daily, they live the age of the neighborhood
The rats I hate for their FUCKING CLOTHING!
We are the psycho band that represents
Bohemia with rap, they are the perfect mix!

Underground flow, for bitches to hear
That their mouths don't close, they want, they look for problems
What for!
If it flows in the under and I want to take away the stress!
Walking the places and that's how I woke up!
With the flow of the street! Today we are brothers!
Giving rap so that now you rehearse and above all we conform
Of a Psycho sound
I'm still on the same path
I walk underground!
Style, culture, street hip hop I live it.
UNDERGROUND
There were never any doubts, locked in smoke
Previous phase before writing
And without censorship, opening up to culture
Of street hip hop, YEAH!
This lasts

Again, the psycho gang, Underground lyrics
That caught you only for a while like a round end
For a while now these vato have been rapping connotation
Launched, ready, injected, WORRIED
Santiago has proven it, nobody is silent anymore
If he competes with a gang, he fortifies his legacy
That's why I'm structured, like the broca I've walked!
Looking for a present without the future returning to the past

Hold on wacho that the neighborhood and the represent
Psycho gang! underground you can see
That those of us who go to the neighborhood give us newly
For hip hop I left my life on an LP

For rap I leave it all, there is nothing like it
That the family grows, that the little girl is fresh
But underground
Lyrics and flow, maximum express therapy
You know very well that we are out of our minds
Two, one, one, one, two, wilder!
Let's spit out the courage
Come, I invite you on my trip, music, trance, advance
Don't stay static, magnetic rhythm
Flying underground, nights, streets, corners, details, bacilon, or rapper
Improvisation, until the sun rises, this is what you were waiting for
Key writers

"-Hey who are those crazy people?
-The psycho gang by brother
-Aaah the psycho assholes!
-Hahaha, did you know them?
-Hahaha no."

Aaaaaah!
The drug went up to his head, he took more than lora, I tell you from the heart
Make cheers!
Because the time comes and he uses the microphone cable as a rope
Fashion damaged it, freestyle bothers you
Your rap is on the decline and proof for radio stations
And criticize me!
(Because... it gives you pica!)
I knew that he applies it to the microphone
Criticism supplication, and you make me a helaoooo
Means
That when my microphone chews
She likes it like the little girl
The mambo continues the Underground essence!

Hey you, leave it
(That the one who throws shit, speaks, criticizes the level does not reach)
Rap, live it
(With respect, unity, love for rap, that's how you move forward)

We meet, flying underground
Inside cloaks writing a thousand songs YEAH!
The band was born with rappers, always left on the street
Throwing rhymes and phrases
Well Psycho

We meet, flying underground
Inside cloaks writing a thousand songs YEAH!
The band was born with rappers, always left on the street
Throwing rhymes and phrases
Bien Psycho