Paroles et traduction Bocafloja - Cien o Mil

Cien o Mil

Regreso,
Siempre con algo nuevo así es que llámame progreso,
Rima por rima, la mejor rima
En el (.) con el concepto directo que te lastima,
Lo siento no voy gratis pa′ tu show,
Mejor se lo dejamos al que tenga mas problemas con su flow,
Yo, beat que pega,
Te hago entrega,
Chance y es tu banda quién le llega,
Mencionado por The Sours (?), B&T (?),
Entrevistas por allá y por aquí cuando a mí,
Me importa mas el cambio que su título de Mc,
Hablan, dicen, hacen chismes, dimes y diretes,
Son de coco y no diamante todos mis aretes.

Algunos dan amor,
A otros les doy pavor,
Otros me creen foráneo,
Porque dejé de parecer al típico rapero subterráneo,
Así que puño arriba y siente cada movimiento de mi vibra
Con el uno liricista, kilo a kilo, libra a libra

*Son cien o mil,
Quizás cien mil conmigo,
Boca está de vuelta porque Boca está contigo

X2

Préndele la vela a tu santo porque no aguanto ser hipócrita,
Así que señorita,
Yo solo doy respeto a quien de veras lo amerita,
Tengo el control de mi propio sueño,
Hay quien lo pierde como perro extraviado desesperado por su dueño,
Rompí con sus parámetros y estoy formando escuela,
Los que antes me miraban curiosos ahora me miran con cautela,
Hip-Hop que de la calle pasa a la universidad,
Si no has asimilado es causa de inseguridad,
De años de retraso que sitúan tu realidad,
Ja, tu triste realidad, ja,
Y ahora llegó el que no necesita de su aprobación ridícula,
Llegó el que roba el crédito de su propia película,
De vuelta está quien narra cada día del calendario,
Recuerda que el Rap debía de ser el noticiero mas confiable de tu barrio

X3

A Hundred or a Thousand

I'm back,
Always with something new, so call me progress,
One rhyme after the other, the best rhyme
In the (.) with the concept that hurts you,
I'm sorry, I'm not going to your show for free,
You better leave it to someone who has more problems with their flow,
Yo, a beat that sticks,
I'll deliver it to you,
Maybe it's your band that'll make it,
Mentioned by The Sours (?), B&T (?),
Interviews over there and over here when I,
Care more about the change than their MC title,
They talk, they gossip, they gossip.
They're made of coconut, not all my earrings are diamonds.

Some give love,
Others I give fear,
Others think I'm a foreigner,
Because I stopped looking like a typical underground rapper,
So raise your fist and feel every movement of my vibe
With the one lyricist, kilo to kilo, pound to pound

*It's a hundred or a thousand,
Maybe a hundred thousand with me,
Boca is back because Boca is with you

X2

Light the candle for your saint because I can't stand being a hypocrite,
So miss,
I only give respect to those who really deserve it,
I'm in control of my own dream,
Some lose it like a lost dog desperate for its owner,
I broke with their parameters and I'm forming a school,
Those who once looked at me curiously now look at me with caution,
Hip-Hop that goes from the street to the university,
If you haven't assimilated it, it's because of insecurity,
From years of delay that place your reality,
Ha, your sad reality, ha,
And now the one who doesn't need your ridiculous approval has arrived,
The one who steals the credit for his own movie has arrived,
Back is the one who tells every day of the calendar,
Remember that Rap was supposed to be the most reliable news in your neighborhood.

X3