Lyrics and translation Remik Gonzalez - Asi Son Las Cosas

Asi Son Las Cosas

Yeh
Remik Gonzale-e-e-e-e-e-e-ez
DJ Mushka
THC Records

Por que dicen que pegar es imposible
Que el rap solo es perdida de tiempo
No pueden parar algo que ni mi madre impide
Les digo: "Lo siento, que otro plan no tengo"

Así son las cosas, seguimos en la calle
La diferencia es que cualquiera está en un flyer
Un escenario se volvió la calle
La humildad y el respeto son la clave

Francisco, no andas en tu rancho, aquí solo eres Pancho
¿Por qué no aprovechas cancha cada que te doy el ancho?
Ya borracho con el peso las agacho y ojalá no sea pescado
Porque mi orden trae con queso pa'l penacho

Soy el capitán, que pa' qué mari' me dan
Se le pegó con la izquierda pa' que el dere' no se canse
Y aunque pa' que se balance el trance
Con la última línea me chingué la chora y al que en paz descanse

Les daré del fruto que deseen con amargura
Y pa' que mantengan su línea probarán de esta verdura
Me puse a componer namás pa' tumbarles la cura
Porque si no barres la cagada va a ponerse dura

Pa' la que dice que aguanta, me cuelga una paliza
Que la monte pa' que vea que la aterrizo en una misa
Loco, esta mirada combinó con mi camisa
Porque les tumbé dos curvas y una fue de la sonrisa

Por que dicen que pegar es imposible
Que el rap solo es pérdida de tiempo
No pueden parar algo que ni madre impide
Les digo: "Lo siento, que otro plan no tengo"

Así son las cosas, seguimos en la calle
La diferencia es que cualquiera está en un flyer
Un escenario se volvió la calle
La humildad y el respeto son la clave

Pero neta, dan más cura que coraje
Y lo que traigo en mente es positivo para antidopajes
Puse los pies en la tierra con palomas para el cruce
Pobre chapulín, lo que perdió por una pussy

Uh, si yo les cantara las que me han limpiado
No andarían de lado a lado, ya se hubieran retirado
Son rebuenos para la mamada
Hasta deberían de ser porteros pa' aventársela parada

Que si ya no brilla, pues la tienen que cromar
O si no me pondré a flowsear toda su puta realidad
Por que no habrá cochinero pa'l que no ayudó a limpiar
Así que dejen de jugar a la nariz que va a sonar

La sigo sembrando y regando, si no ¿cómo crees que le fumo y cosecho?
Y me la curo porque piensan que ya están bien hechos
La sigo rolando al derecho, sin luz en el techo, mi flow en el pecho
Porque no hay mejor que yo para escupirte lo que he hecho

Por que dicen que pegar es imposible
Que el rap solo es pérdida de tiempo
No pueden parar algo que ni madre impide
Les digo: "Lo siento, que otro plan no tengo"

Así son las cosas, seguimos en la calle
La diferencia es que cualquiera está en un flyer
Un escenario se volvió la calle
La humildad y el respeto son la clave

El gallo es el pasado pa'l presente
Mientras él mismo componga su futuro
El presente hoy está duro
B-Raster
DJ Mushka
THC Records
Remik Gonzalez

That's How Things Are

Yeah
Remik Gonzale-e-e-e-e-e-e-ez
DJ Mushka
THC Records

Why do they say it's impossible to make it?
That rap is just a waste of time?
They can't stop something even my mother can't stop.
I tell them: "I'm sorry, I don't have another plan."

That's how things are, we keep going on the street.
The difference is that anyone can be on a flyer.
The streets have become a stage.
Humility and respect are key.

Francisco, you're not on your ranch, here you're just Pancho.
Why don't you take advantage of the court every time I give you space?
Already drunk with the weight I lower them and hopefully I won't be caught.
Because my order comes with cheese for the plume.

I'm the captain, what seas do you give me?
He hit it with the left so the right wouldn't get tired.
And although to keep the trance balanced.
With the last line I screwed the chorus and may the one at peace rest.

I will give you the fruit you desire with bitterness.
And so you keep your line, you will try this vegetable.
I started composing just to take away your cure.
Because if you don't sweep the shit, it's going to get hard.

For the one who says she can handle it, I'll hang a beating on her.
Let her ride it so she can see that I land her in a mass.
Crazy, this look combined with my shirt.
Because I dropped two curves and one was from the smile.

Why do they say it's impossible to make it?
That rap is just a waste of time?
They can't stop something not even mother prevents.
I tell them: "I'm sorry, I don't have another plan."

That's how things are, we keep going on the street.
The difference is that anyone can be on a flyer.
The streets have become a stage.
Humility and respect are key.

But really, they give you more cure than rage.
And what I have in mind is positive for anti-doping.
I set foot on the ground with doves for the crossing.
Poor grasshopper, what he lost for a pussy.

Uh, if I sang to them the ones that have cleaned me up.
They wouldn't be going from side to side, they would have already retired.
They're too good for blowjobs.
They should even be goalkeepers to throw it standing up.

That if it doesn't shine anymore, then they have to chrome it.
Or else I'm gonna flowsear all your fucking reality.
Because there will be no pigsty for those who didn't help clean.
So stop playing the nose, it's going to ring.

I keep planting and watering it, otherwise how do you think I smoke and harvest it?
And I cure it because they think they're already well done.
I keep rolling it to the right, no light on the ceiling, my flow in my chest.
Because there's no one better than me to spit out what I've done.

Why do they say it's impossible to make it?
That rap is just a waste of time?
They can't stop something not even mother prevents.
I tell them: "I'm sorry, I don't have another plan."

That's how things are, we keep going on the street.
The difference is that anyone can be on a flyer.
The streets have become a stage.
Humility and respect are key.

The rooster is the past for the present.
While he himself composes his future.
The present is hard today.
B-Raster
DJ Mushka
THC Records
Remik Gonzalez