Lyrics and translation Porta - Tras tus gafas de sol

Tras tus gafas de sol

Eh eh tú ¿Quée llevas ahí? ¿Qué coño es eso?
¿Qué ocultas tras de esas gafas tan feas?
Que te las quites tronco, por Dios
Pero que te las quites que las lleva todo el mundo ahora
No te das cuenta Eres un puto falso
¿Qué intentas vender? ¿intentas vender mierda? ¿aire?
Todo es una porquería eres un falso mira
Hoy todos los raperos llevan puestas sus gafas de sol
Que solo le sirven para ocultar su falsa apariencia
La esencia se muere el hip hop no
Pero el rap está de moda y seguirás a raja tabla su tendencia
Algo falla todos se venden como reales
Luego cantan estribillo a con autotune pues vale
Las cosas caen por su propio peso
Digo precio no te vendes claro porque nadie te quiere so necio
Así que MC si tan solo te mientes a ti mismo
Y ahí es cuando pierde credibilidad tu realismo
La mierda empieza a oler ya se ve con claridad aja
Te sobra flow dices pero te falta humildad
Hablas del barrio del rap del hardcore del parque
De bloques y que has sido narco para pagar tu arte
Todos con la misma mierda el problema ya se ve
El que es real no te intenta convencer de que lo es
Y ese es el problema vives una falsa vida
No tienes saldo pa llamar solo para perdidas
Vienes de la calle claro de echar unos frees
¿Cuánto daño han hecho las batallas de gallos aquí?
Hoy todos son MC's o todos quieren serlo
No es fácil vivir de esto tienes que valerlo
Man ven siéntelo no lo digas
Solo para tener a tu séquito lamiéndotelo

Ya no saben ir sin gafas de sol
Adiós a la esencia del hip hop
Tú tú nunca serás el mejor

No sabes el motivo pero criticas el pop

Ya no saben ir sin gafas de sol
Adiós a la esencia del hip hop

Tú tú nunca serás el mejor
No sabes el motivo pero criticas el pop

Tú sigues una moda, una moda que tu criticas eres real
Ya lo sé no hace falta que te repitas
En tu vídeo enseña el barrio que se vea que eres duro
Te tengo cálao a ti el tiempo te pondrá en tu lugar seguro

Purista extremista de mierda hablas de esencias
Normal que los grandes la pierdan con gente como tu dando por culo
El respeto te lo pasas por el forro lara lara larara

El rap de antes molaba y os explicare por qué
No llevaban esas gafas que ahora esconde al mc
Tal y como es enserio ya no teme a tus criticas
Porque ahora todas las críticas son criterio
Como ha cambiado todo en este nuestro R. A. P.
Al grande se le perdona ahora hasta si vota pp
El público te bendice tú underground en estado puro
Ni tú mismo te crees lo que dices y yo sigo dando caña
Cualquier mc que lo diga o que lo piense
No puede ser el mejor de España quieren éxito no fama
Por supuesto pero siendo sincero ambas son sinónimos de dinero
Y ser real ante los rapers el marketing perfecto
Se la suda la pasta que te sacan tus directos
Hipócritas no se venden a sellos porque si no se venden
Cien mil copias no se llevan casi nada ellos
Daos cuenta os están estafando las mentiras no dejan de serlo
Aunque se digan rapeando putos falsos
Delante vuestro adoran a sus fans
Pero por detrás se ríen de tu cara aunque les des su pan

Estas obsesionado con tu autenticidad tonto
Porque sabes que lo que dices no es verdad
Pronto se darán cuentan que inventas que tienes mil ofertas
Y por eso sueltan mi culo no está en venta

Ya no saben ir sin gafas de sol
Adiós a la esencia del hip hop
Tú tú nunca serás el mejor

No sabes el motivo pero criticas el pop

Ya no saben ir sin gafas de sol
Adiós a la esencia del hip hop
Tú tú nunca serás el mejor
No sabes el motivo pero criticas el pop

No tienes criterio pero ir de crítico es moda
Y que les jodan pues su personalidad no da pa'más
No es broma aquí en Barcelona ocurre
Quizás porque se aburren no es por lo que no serán jamás
Eso les corroe corre busca quién empieza a ser más conocido que tú
Y hazle un linchamiento público y cuélgalo ya en YouTube
Que se vea tu actitud sin razonamiento alguno
Ten al séquito contigo así te sentirás seguro
Y si los demás te siguen tú y si los demás te siguen
Te tocará ser anti fan y abuchear a Justin bieber por ejemplo
Qué asco de personas sois si al b'boy que acaba de empezar
Ya tardáis en llamarle toy y así crece el movimiento a paso de gigante
La lacra no son ellos si no tú el ignorante no es broma borrego

Innova o muere tienes que pensar igual que con los que te mueves
Dices no a las gorras planas no a temas de amor
El rap no es lo que te pones ni solo temas hadrcore
Colabos van por fama hoy por interés b'boy

Yo sigo siéndome fiel siempre me mostré como soy
Desde principio quiza me tire al precipicio
Sin embargo ahora solo mira donde estoy

Ya no saben ir sin gafas de sol
Adiós a la esencia del hip hop
Tú tú nunca serás el mejor
No sabes el motivo pero criticas el pop

Ya no saben ir sin gafas de sol
Adiós a la esencia del hip hop
Tú tú nunca serás el mejor
No sabes el motivo pero criticas el pop

Behind Your Sunglasses

Hey, you, what are you wearing there? What the hell is that?
What are you hiding behind those ugly glasses?
Take them off, man, for God's sake.
Come on, take them off, everyone's wearing them now.
Don't you realize you're a damn fake?
What are you trying to sell? Shit? Air?
Everything is crap, you're a phony, look.
Today all rappers wear their sunglasses
That only serve to hide their false appearance
The essence is dying, hip hop is not
But rap is trendy, and you'll follow its trends to a T.
Something's wrong, everyone sells themselves as real
Then they sing choruses with autotune, alright then.
Things fall by their own weight
I mean price, you don't sell out, of course, because nobody wants you, you fool.
So MC, if you're only lying to yourself
That's when your realism loses credibility
The shit starts to smell, it's clear to see, aha
You have plenty of flow, you say, but you lack humility
You talk about the neighborhood, rap, hardcore, the park
About blocks and how you've been a narco to pay for your art
Everyone with the same crap, the problem is obvious
The one who's real doesn't try to convince you they are
And that's the problem, you live a fake life
You don't have the balance to call, only for missed calls
You come from the streets, of course, from throwing some freestyles
How much damage have rooster battles done here?
Today everyone is an MC, or everyone wants to be one
It's not easy to make a living from this, you have to be worth it
Man, come on, feel it, don't just say it
Just to have your entourage licking it up

They don't know how to go without sunglasses anymore
Goodbye to the essence of hip hop
You, you'll never be the best

You don't know why, but you criticize pop

They don't know how to go without sunglasses anymore
Goodbye to the essence of hip hop

You, you'll never be the best
You don't know why, but you criticize pop

You follow a trend, a trend that you criticize, you're real
I know, you don't need to repeat yourself
In your video, show the neighborhood, let it be seen that you're tough
I've got you figured out, time will put you in your place, for sure

You shitty purist extremist, you talk about essences
No wonder the greats lose it with people like you around
Respect goes out the window, lara lara larara

The rap from before was cool, and I'll explain why
They didn't wear those glasses that now hide the MC
Just as he is, seriously, he's not afraid of your criticism anymore
Because now all criticism is criteria
How everything has changed in this R. A. P. of ours
The great one is forgiven now even if he votes PP
The audience blesses you, you're pure underground
You don't even believe what you say, and I keep giving it my all
Any MC who says it or thinks it
Can't be the best in Spain, they want success, not fame
Of course, but being honest, both are synonyms for money
And being real in front of rappers is the perfect marketing
They don't give a damn about the money your shows make
Hypocrites don't sell out to labels because if they don't sell out
They hardly get anything from a hundred thousand copies
Realize they're ripping you off, lies don't stop being lies
Even if they're said while rapping, damn fakers
In front of you, they adore their fans
But behind your back, they laugh in your face even if you give them their bread

You're obsessed with your authenticity, fool
Because you know what you're saying isn't true
Soon they'll realize you're making up that you have a thousand offers
And that's why they say my ass isn't for sale

They don't know how to go without sunglasses anymore
Goodbye to the essence of hip hop
You, you'll never be the best

You don't know why, but you criticize pop

They don't know how to go without sunglasses anymore
Goodbye to the essence of hip hop
You, you'll never be the best
You don't know why, but you criticize pop

You have no criteria, but playing critic is trendy
And screw them, because their personality doesn't go any further
It's no joke, it happens here in Barcelona
Maybe because they're bored, it's not because of what they'll never be
That eats away at them, run, find someone who starts to be more famous than you
And make a public lynching and hang him on YouTube
Let your attitude be seen without any reasoning
Keep the entourage with you, that way you'll feel safe
And if others follow you, you, and if others follow you
You'll have to be an anti-fan and boo Justin Bieber, for example
What disgusting people you are, if the b-boy who just started
You're already calling him a toy, and that's how the movement grows by leaps and bounds
The scourge is not them, but you, the ignorant one, it's no joke, sheep

Innovate or die, you have to think the same as those you move with
You say no to flat caps, no to love songs
Rap is not what you wear, nor just hardcore songs
Collaborations are for fame today, for interest, b-boy

I remain true to myself, I've always shown myself as I am
From the beginning, maybe I threw myself off the cliff
However, now just look where I am

They don't know how to go without sunglasses anymore
Goodbye to the essence of hip hop
You, you'll never be the best
You don't know why, but you criticize pop

They don't know how to go without sunglasses anymore
Goodbye to the essence of hip hop
You, you'll never be the best
You don't know why, but you criticize pop