Lyrics and translation Neradros - Cero a la izquierda

Cero a la izquierda

Evito problemas pues mi lema es cada uno en su tema,
Flaco no me hables de igualdad.
Es alto dilema pues mi letra sin insultos es grosera,
Capo estamos grandes pa′ llorar.
Si caminas contaminan tu andar con su ideología,
Pero me dicen rebelde por ponerme una camisa.
Determinan que está bien o mal y no los contradigas,
Está mal ser hombre blanco hetero que asiste a misa.
Admito mis errores mis problemas y mis fallos,
Frecuente es que lamente equivocarme voy de frente,
Si tengo que pedir perdón por algo no me callo,
No cambio mi discurso derrepente, soy coherente.

¿Y vos? querés negar la realidad,
Y segmentarla así nomás, mirarla por donde querás,
Moldearla de un modo falaz, relativismo así sin más,
Pero a vos mismo te quemás, cuando intentaste explicar.

Más vale te callás, no queda otra,
Corta te la hago por eso el Gestapo a mí no me soporta. y
No das ni un centavo a quien te ofrezca un libro que aporta
Ciencias naturales, lo reportas.
Más vale te callás, no queda otra,
Corta te la hago por eso el INADI a mí no me soporta. y
No das ni un centavo a quien te ofrezca un libro que aporta
Ciencias naturales, lo reportas.

Oscura es tu postura que mi locura asegura,
Prometes apertura y traes odio y amargura,
Rasuras ciencias duras para sentirte segura,
Basura vos no sos cultura sos pura censura.
Soy repudiado acusado de ser parte de un patriarcado,
Por vagos, pesados, incluso empleados del estado.
Atado de manos, estudiando irritado,
Para no entrar en la ignorancia en la que estás tan relajado.
Esa que tanto has contagiado, síndrome del fracasado,
Buscas que todos se sumerjan en tu miseria.
Sin comercio ni mercado, libertades siendo esclavos,
Como en el pasado solo generas pobreza.
(Ahj)
Solo paro pa' respirar,
¿Sos de mi talla? Demostrá en la batalla cultural.
Que no te callas me dirás, mientras la piedra me tirás,
Y asustado mentirás, mira con quien te medirás.
Pretenden dar escuela, y yo me levanto del banco,
Soy la mano derecha de un género que estaba manco.
Sigo en la mia, en tu desencanto no me estanco,
Soy la mano derecha de un género que estaba manco.
Rompo con tu hegemonía, así que solo recuerda,
Soy la mano derecha del rap entre tanto cero a la izquierda.
El que tenga argumentos, que rime la primera piedra,
Soy la mano derecha del rap entre tanto cero a la izquierda.
Muchachos engañados con basura en la cabeza,
Consumen su mensaje de odio y pisan con firmeza.
Sirviendo a multinacionales, creen combatir el sistema,
Y yo derribo sus falacias y los dejo en la alacena.

Compa, nada no me digas camarada.
Que vacía es tu mirada, no te subas a la grada,
A la gente no le agradas, compartiendo esa pavada,
Neomarxista reciclada, olor a plato sin nada

Más vale te callás, no queda otra,
Corta te la hago por eso el Gestapo a mí no me soporta. y
No das ni un centavo a quien te ofrezca un libro que aporta
Ciencias naturales, lo reportas.
Más vale te callás, no queda otra,
Corta te la hago por eso el INADI a mí no me soporta. y
No das ni un centavo a quien te ofrezca un libro que aporta
Ciencias naturales, lo reportas.
Más vale te callás, no queda otra,
Corta te la hago por eso el INADI a mí no me soporta. y
No das ni un centavo a quien te ofrezca un libro que aporta
Ciencias naturales, lo reportas.

Más vale te callás, bueno ya está.
Ya está porque me van a terminar...
Denunciando y esto se va a ir a cualquier lado,
Así que...
Detengo acá la canción nomás

Zero to the Left

I avoid problems, my motto is "to each their own",
Skinny, don't talk to me about equality.
It's a high dilemma, because my lyrics without insults are rude,
Boss, we're too old to cry.
If you walk, they contaminate your steps with their ideology,
But they call me a rebel for wearing a shirt.
They determine what's right or wrong, and don't contradict them,
It's wrong to be a white, straight man who attends mass.
I admit my mistakes, my problems, and my failures,
I often regret making mistakes, I go head-on,
If I have to apologize for something, I don't shut up,
I don't change my speech suddenly, I'm consistent.

And you? You want to deny reality,
And segment it just like that, look at it however you want,
Mold it in a fallacious way, relativism just like that,
But you burn yourself, when you tried to explain.

You better shut up, there's no other option,
I'll cut it short, that's why the Gestapo can't stand me, and
You don't give a penny to anyone who offers you a book that provides
Natural sciences, you report it.
You better shut up, there's no other option,
I'll cut it short, that's why the INADI can't stand me, and
You don't give a penny to anyone who offers you a book that provides
Natural sciences, you report it.

Your posture is dark, my madness assures,
You promise openness and bring hatred and bitterness,
You shave off hard sciences to feel safe,
Trash, you're not culture, you're pure censorship.
I am repudiated, accused of being part of a patriarchy,
By lazy, heavy, even state employees.
Tied hands, studying irritated,
To not fall into the ignorance in which you are so relaxed.
The one you have spread so much, the failure syndrome,
You seek for everyone to sink into your misery.
Without trade or market, freedoms being slaves,
Like in the past, you only generate poverty.
(Ahj)
I only stop to breathe,
Are you my size? Prove it in the cultural battle.
You will tell me you don't shut up, while you throw the stone at me,
And scared, you will lie, see who you will measure yourself against.
They pretend to give school, and I get up from the bench,
I am the right hand of a genre that was one-armed.
I continue on mine, I don't get stuck in your disenchantment,
I am the right hand of a genre that was one-armed.
I break with your hegemony, so just remember,
I am the right hand of rap among so many zeros to the left.
Whoever has arguments, let them rhyme the first stone,
I am the right hand of rap among so many zeros to the left.
Many guys deceived with garbage in their heads,
They consume their message of hate and step firmly.
Serving multinationals, they believe they are fighting the system,
And I tear down their fallacies and leave them in the cupboard.

Buddy, don't call me comrade.
How empty is your gaze, don't climb the stands,
People don't like you, sharing that nonsense,
Recycled neo-Marxist, smelling like an empty plate

You better shut up, there's no other option,
I'll cut it short, that's why the Gestapo can't stand me, and
You don't give a penny to anyone who offers you a book that provides
Natural sciences, you report it.
You better shut up, there's no other option,
I'll cut it short, that's why the INADI can't stand me, and
You don't give a penny to anyone who offers you a book that provides
Natural sciences, you report it.
You better shut up, there's no other option,
I'll cut it short, that's why the INADI can't stand me, and
You don't give a penny to anyone who offers you a book that provides
Natural sciences, you report it.

You better shut up, well, that's it.
That's it because they're going to end up...
Reporting me and this is going to go anywhere,
So...
I'll just stop the song here