Lyrics and translation Tase feat. Zasko, Nite Huertas & Compare Flow - Al Completo

Al Completo

Se ha terminado la broma y ha germinado la planta que ha exterminado
A la moda sin haber tirado la manta si la ves mirando a Zamora sin
Haber pitado la falta sigale gritando la hora y tiralé tinglado si
Canta Mira bien como lo reparte en rap,
Los que más se parten ante la antelación con la que nos escribimos
Cada tema la crema, y el conocimiento del arte ver como los cimientos
Del under se imparten y parten la escena Cena,
Ena-morate de mi sistema suena,
Buena música en antena si la dejadez de ser unos mc's cualquieras
Somos cocinando skills en el mic salvese quien pueda Y lo que no supo
Ver, se lo trajimos sin problemas porque no supo ser, en fin,
Una amenaza santa y era de suponer,
Que los inventos que salieran no eran de su poder, y en free,
Daremos caza al manta Distintos parajes,
Mc's variospintos con instintos salvajes unidos por un ritmo y un
Mismo lenguaje para hacer un rico brebaje en el mic bro al hip hop un
Homenaje Se han escuchao gritos en cuanto han visto el listón
Que traje asi que dile a esos mitos que bajen ¿quieres estilo?
Te invito a venir a Bristol de viaje te cedo un gramito de mi
Tonelaje 'ill tell you whats the real deal' pon un mc que empiece por
Lil y solo escucho kill kill cocinalo al pil pil ausencia de
Motivación, a quien con paciencia la solución aqui hay ciencia
Pero no ficción como en el grupo de
Ill Bill No conoces a Kool G y su '
Ill Street Blues' si quieres vivir tu de la música entre streptease y
Mil milf sin virtud,
Im the king in loop's si te digo que el rap no sería lo mismo sin mí
Y sin mi crew Mi flow son shurikens,
Merezco un premio Pulitzer en unir versos subiré a la cúspide,
Me uniré al azul inmenso lo escupiré a full intenso y cubriré medio
Universo de un nivel de lucidez que solo yo dilucidé Haré que Lucifer
Resucité a Big Punisher de sus infiernos,
Saldré de los adentros y resurgiré en el loop inmerso,
De luz y fe y les sumiré en el fin del mundo, es un Big Bang,
De multis que son sublimes y cultivé pa fundir sesos Más de uno va a
Por sus mil pesos, que gana con publi fake pa' fundirse en las lumis
Men, y tu ni ves ningun ingreso en un inverso mundo en el que triunfa
La basura, en la cultura musical solo hay inútiles y stupid versions
Con rimas útiles reduciré a cenizas a esos púgiles,
Levantar mis barras hará que os mutileis por subir peso,
El rap es un pinzel y el loop mi lienzo, esculpiré mi sufrimiento,
A un Cristo que no he visto lo deduciré en su cruz inverso Desde muy
Joven hip hop el alma antoja pijo de la panoja y jode al hijo de la
Pantoja tu cuello lo acaricio con cuters hasta que parezca un grifo y
El agua roja Por la ley del patio hemos regido con puños de titanio
Revestido dejando a nuestro paso cráneos enrojecidos tu conocimiento
Es como uranio empobrecido Una sinapsis es un flash de lucidez que el
Cerebro controla con un rápido manejo metaforizado desde mi ángulo
Ves un haz de luz en una habitación de espejos Se difracta formando
En el centro un holograma del ojo en un triángulo complejo poder en
Constante multiplicación emerge magma del calor del suelo Vi la
Muerte pudrir mi facción el sentir que entre espasmos me muero el
Agua del rap fue mi purificación mi
Cuerpo elevandose a tres palmas del suelos.

Full House

The joke is over, and the plant that exterminated has germinated
Fashionable without having thrown away the blanket, if you see her looking at Zamora without
Having whistled the foul, keep yelling the time and set up the tent if she
Sings. Look closely at how he distributes it in rap,
Those who divide the most before the anticipation with which we wrote
Each song, the cream, and the knowledge of art, see how the foundations
Of the underground are shared and share the scene. Dinner,
Fall in love with my system, it sounds,
Good music on the air, if the carelessness of being any MC's
We're cooking skills on the mic, save yourself whoever can. And what he didn't know
See, we brought it to him without problems because he didn't know how to be, anyway,
A holy threat, and it was to be expected,
That the inventions that came out were not in his power, and in free,
We will hunt the blanket. Different places,
MC's variopintos with wild instincts united by a rhythm and a
Same language to make a delicious beverage on the mic bro to hip hop a
Homage. Screams have been heard as soon as they saw the bar
That I wear, so tell those myths to come down. You want style?
I invite you to come to Bristol on a trip, I'll give you a gram of my
Tonnage. I'll tell you what's the real deal, put on an MC that starts with
Lil and all I hear is kill kill cook it al pil pil lack of
Motivation, to whom with patience the solution, here is science
But not fiction, like in the group of
Ill Bill. You don't know Kool G and his '
Ill Street Blues.' If you want to live off music between striptease and
A thousand MILFs without virtue,
I'm the king in loops. If I tell you that rap wouldn't be the same without me
And without my crew. My flow is shurikens,
I deserve a Pulitzer Prize for putting verses together, I will climb to the top,
I will join the immense blue, I will spit it out full intense and I will cover half
Universe of a level of lucidity that only I elucidated. I will make Lucifer
Resurrect Big Punisher from his hell,
I will come out of the inside and I will reemerge in the loop immersed,
Of light and faith, and I will submerge them in the end of the world, it is a Big Bang,
Of multis that are sublime and I cultivated to melt brains. More than one is going to
For his thousand pesos, who wins with fake publicity to melt into the lights
Men, and you don't even see any income in an inverse world in which it triumphs
Garbage, in musical culture there are only useless and stupid versions
With useful rhymes I will reduce those fighters to ashes,
Lifting my bars will make you mutilate yourselves to gain weight,
Rap is a brush and the loop my canvas, I will sculpt my suffering,
To a Christ that I have not seen, I will deduce it in his inverse cross. From a very
Young hip hop the soul craves fancy of the dough and fucks the son of the
Dough, your neck I caress it with cutters until it looks like a faucet and
The water is red. By the law of the playground we have ruled with titanium fists
Dressed leaving in our wake reddened skulls your knowledge
It's like depleted uranium. A synapse is a flash of lucidity that the
The brain controls with a quick metaphorical handling from my angle
You see a beam of light in a room of mirrors. It diffracts forming
In the center a hologram of the eye in a complex triangle, power in
Constant multiplication, magma emerges from the heat of the ground. I saw the
Death rot my faction, the feeling that between spasms I die, the
Water of rap was my purification, my
Body rising three palms off the ground.