Lyrics and translation Zenit - Pido Libertad

Pido Libertad

Acabé mi tercer disco, os llevasteis un chasco
Vinisteis de listo, todos en el mismo frasco
Estás como una puta cabra si abres el hocico
Y me criticas sin saber a qué sabrá. Mastica, tú sí que das asco

Habría que verte en frente de un papel, sería un thriller
Si no puedes con lo que odias, no te chines
No sabes escribir, puto disléxico
Una patá' y pa' México en calcetines

Que te pires
Métete en el culo el dedo con el que haces de forero
Hasta que te quepa un florero y salga tu nombre en el Guinness
Sin este sonido hardcore no opines

Sin esperar olor a mierda en tus cojines
Sin estar en mi lugar no abras la boca
No sea que venga una roca
Y te la parta cuando menos lo imagines

Te invito a que adivines para qué son estos diques de lecciones a la carta
Cuida'o, no te equivoques y sueltes de mentiras unas sarta
No seas goloso, no toques mi tarta
Ni quieras correr luego, yo era un máquina en el tartán

Mira bien dónde se aparcan tus palabras, en mi pra'o
Te has queda'o ancla'o a la silla de tu habita'
Te has despista'o y se ha moja'o tu dinamita
Porque te has acostumbra'o tras cada error
A darle a un monitor de ordenador con dippers en Esparta

Pido libertad para el que escribe
Pido libertad para el que vive ajeno al divertimento
De opinar desde el anonimato sólo con insulto
Pido para todo aquel su reino y su declive

Pido libertad para jugar con su suerte, ensayar con su muerte
Pido la clemencia y el indulto
Porque habrá asesinato del que suscriba
Que intente joder este sublime nivel

Cuando saque el cuarto, criticaréis el parto
Y alabaréis lo que no comprendéis en el tercero
Hoy empiezo desde cero y cuando tenga un disco entero
Abriréis bocas por sorpresa, como otros orificios que yo os ensarto

Pierdo el juicio, harto de esta aflicción
Porque mi afición no sea mi oficio, aunque haya atracción
Así esta tracción imparto, hablar to' lo que queráis saber
Si os atragantáis y provocáis que siga haciendo hardcore

Asesinando a mc's con retardo
Incapaces de hacer dianas sobre mí ni con dardos
Buscando tus temas buenos, no puede ni contar dos
No pueden competir con mis pepinos tus petardos

No te vayas a confundir al contar
Los mc's a los que yo voy a fundir sin nombrarlos (No)
Todos pronto empezarán a olvidarlos
Y nunca más van a querer contratarlos

El rap son llorones y payasos haciendo pactos
O van de rodillas, o van andando como payos
Mitad de Charly Rivers y la otra mitad de Charlus
Los dos tienen mi DJ, por eso nunca han roto un plato

No llegarán aquí arriba ni siquiera con zancos
Se despeñarán por los barrancos
Están desentrena'os de estar apalanca'os en bancos
Inútiles, como escritores mancos

Pido libertad para el que escribe
Pido libertad para el que vive ajeno al divertimento
De opinar desde el anonimato sólo con insulto
Pido para todo aquel su reino y su declive

Pido libertad para jugar con su suerte, ensayar con su muerte
Pido la clemencia y el indulto
Porque habrá asesinato del que suscriba
Que intente joder este sublime nivel

I Ask For Freedom

I finished my third album, you were disappointed
You came here as a smart ass, all in the same bottle
You're like a fucking goat if you open your snout
And you criticize me without knowing what it tastes like. Chew, you're the one who's disgusting

You should be seen in front of a piece of paper, it would be a thriller
If you can't handle what you hate, don't bitch
You don't know how to write, you fucking dyslexic
One kick and off to Mexico in socks

Get out of here
Stick the finger you use to be a forum member up your ass
Until a vase fits in and your name appears in the Guinness Book of Records
Don't judge without this hardcore sound

Without expecting the smell of shit on your cushions
Don't open your mouth without being in my shoes
Lest a rock come
And it breaks you when you least expect it

I invite you to guess what these dikes of lessons a la carte are for
Be careful, don't be mistaken and let go of a string of lies
Don't be greedy, don't touch my cake
And don't even think about running later, I was a machine on the tartan

Look carefully where your words are parked, in my meadow
You're stuck to the chair in your room
You got distracted and your dynamite got wet
Because you've gotten used to it after every mistake
To hit a computer monitor with dippers in Sparta

I ask for freedom for the one who writes
I ask for freedom for the one who lives oblivious to the entertainment
Of giving opinions from anonymity only with insults
I ask for everyone their kingdom and their decline

I ask for freedom to play with their luck, to rehearse with their death
I ask for clemency and pardon
Because there will be murder of the one who subscribes
Trying to fuck up this sublime level

When I release the fourth one, you will criticize the birth
And you will praise what you don't understand in the third
Today I start from scratch and when I have a whole album
You will open your mouths in surprise, like other orifices that I skewer you

I'm losing my mind, fed up with this affliction
Because my hobby is not my job, although there is attraction
This is the traction I impart, talk about everything you want to know
If you choke and provoke me to keep doing hardcore

Killing retarded MC's
Unable to hit targets on me even with darts
Looking for your good tracks, can't even count to two
Your firecrackers can't compete with my cucumbers

Don't get confused when counting
The MC's I'm going to melt without naming them (No)
Everyone will soon start to forget them
And they will never want to hire them again

Rap is crybabies and clowns making pacts
Either they go on their knees, or they walk like gypsies
Half Charly Rivers and half Charlus
They both have my DJ, that's why they've never broken a record

They won't get up here even with stilts
They'll plummet down the ravines
They're out of practice from being leveraged on benches
Useless, like one-armed writers

I ask for freedom for the one who writes
I ask for freedom for the one who lives oblivious to the entertainment
Of giving opinions from anonymity only with insults
I ask for everyone their kingdom and their decline

I ask for freedom to play with their luck, to rehearse with their death
I ask for clemency and pardon
Because there will be murder of the one who subscribes
Trying to fuck up this sublime level