Lyrics and translation Zaque - Porque Sigo Siendo el Maestro

Porque Sigo Siendo el Maestro

(No tienes idea de lo que pasa
Los tiempos cambian
¡Qué basura!
Todo es igual que antes
Yo sigo siendo el maestro)

Quieren usar mis zapatos
Caminar como yo
Hacer lo que hago pero no, no señor
No pueden ser tan hardcore
No suenan tan nice como mi tambor
El error está en querer fingirlo
No pueden conseguirlo
No logran golpear el ritmo
Pedro pon de riddim trae el sismo
Quieren rifar con más de lo mismo
Contra mi Pedrocentrismo
Tienen que estar delirando güey
Jamás contra este simio
Con los huevos en su sitio el flow eximio
Exhibo excelsa versatilidad
Hey, si me quedan chicos
Los hago añícos con sólo pensarlo y veme
Podría rapear en este tono igual que ustedes
Los mismos flows en cada track sé que les duele
Son la copia de la copia de un pendejo que no entiende
La voz es veinte, el resto está en la mente
Lo pulo hasta que queda reluciente y evidentemente
Van a decir que no es su pedo
Y la verdad me importa un huevo güey
Yo siempre sueno nuevo aquí la vista es veinte veinte

(Este chico es un maldito prodigio)
(Bueno me dediqué de lleno, estudié minuciosamente
Aprendí todo lo que pude
Supe muy dentro de mi que es la razón de mi vida)

Because I Am Still the Master

(You have no idea what's going on
Times change
What garbage!
Everything is the same as before
I am still the master)

They want to wear my shoes
Walk like me
Do what I do but no, no sir
They can't be so hardcore
They don't sound as nice as my drum
The mistake is in wanting to fake it
They can't get it
They can't hit the rhythm
Pedro put on the riddim bring the earthquake
They want to rhyme with more of the same
Against my Pedrocentrism
They must be delusional, man
Never against this monkey
With the eggs in their place, the exquisite flow
I exhibit excellent versatility
Hey, if they are too small for me
I'll make them tiny just by thinking about it and look at me
I could rap in this tone just like you
The same flows in each track I know it hurts you
They are the copy of the copy of an idiot who doesn't understand
The voice is twenty, the rest is in the mind
I polish it until it is gleaming and obviously
They will say it's not their thing
And the truth is I don't give a damn, man
I always sound new, here the view is twenty-twenty

(This kid is a freaking prodigy)
(Well, I dedicated myself fully, I studied meticulously
I learned all I could
I knew deep down that it is the reason for my life)