Paroles et traduction CLASSE CRUA feat. Chullage - Chakras

Chakras

Marés frias, vento forte, balançam o meu suporte
Mas ganho equilíbrio na balança!
Já não escrevo só reporto fotografias no meu bloco
Imagens são a melhor referência

Bad feeling não me move
Só balança o meu suporte
O beat entra, o flow cospe
O beat entra, o flow cospe
O beat entra, o flow cospe

Velho mar, barcos novos, velhos jogos, novos modos
Velho passaporte, novo avião, nova escala
Velho mapa, novas rotas
Dou a volta ganho pernas como centopeias
Descansa, tenho o nirvana nas veias
Tiro-te as teimas, a cena é phat como Baleias
Palavras bem usadas são uma Uzi uma arma
Calma, a nova expressão apaga o velho trauma

São chagas da nossa Aura, mágoas da nossa alma
Chakras do nosso karma
Não há vivalma
Que fique indiferente e se ficarem indiferentes
Dá-me tempo, deixa-me rir como o Jorge Palma
O Sociólogo da nova escola, com a velha guarda
A criar modas por aí a fora
Com a velha fórmula na nova montra
Keep it real p'ra zona aos que trocam sprints por maratonas

Marés frias, vento forte, balançam o meu suporte
Mas ganho equilíbrio na balança
Já não escrevo só reporto fotografias no meu bloco
Imagens são a melhor referência

Bad feeling não me move
Só balança o meu suporte
O beat entra, o flow cospe
O beat entra, o flow cospe
O beat entra, o flow

Beware!
I wanna be there
Onde toda a gente é gente, e o que é bom é freeware
Mas buéda gente está a ver magenta, a follow the líder
Buéda gente vive à tangente
A swallow o que houver

Nhãs brodas usam a cabeça só p'ra por new-era
E dizem-me: Chullage é uma new era (Chulagi dja bu era)
Deixam links, fazem clicks
Bebem pink, fazem pics
E mandam comments
'Pa que te piques e o views atinjam peaks

Na broda, been there
Coolest monkeys in da jungle
HM ou Pull And Bear
Broda couldn't bear
Muita câmara
Muito filtro, muito share, muito flair
Tanto fait-divers

Teresa May ou Tony Blair
Same old same nick sa mere
Novos governos, mesmo xaxos
Novos alunos, as mesmas praxes
Novos beats, os mesmos baixos
Novos MC's os memo chachos

Tudo a tentar o encaixe
Mas já nada sai da caixa
Tudo tão aprumado que parece tudo
Tão saído do terceiro Reich
Versos controversos
'Pa poder dar nas views
Essa medalha tem reverso
Tudo o mesmo point of view
Buéda flow mas não é diverso
Trágico como em lampedusa
Brodas acabam imersos

Há uma festa no terraço
Duma casa sem alicerces
Fuck 'em
Fecho a matraca
E alinho os chackras
Escrevo linhas sacras
Cansado de tantos wankers
Falinhas e bácoras
Meu pensamento entra no train
A curtir Coltrane
E mando rimas só por treino

Giants steps, a love supreme
Estou fora do frame
Ponho os phones, subo o gain, expulso o pain
E mando um grito
Tenho buéda fantasmas e por eles não tenho escrito
Tens buéda fantasmas daqueles que te têm escrito
Estás tipo Mc Donald's
Já vens da América feito, aqui só foste frito

Digo o que sinto, novo ou proscrito
E não preciso de ser seguido nem subscrito
Já não rappo, só vomito
Nunca omito meu commitment
Quando debito
Foda-se Sam granda beat
Foda-se Beware obrigado pelo convite

Marés frias, vento forte, balançam o meu suporte
Mas ganho equilíbrio na balança
Já não escrevo só reporto fotografias no meu bloco
Imagens são a melhor referência

Bad feeling não me move
Só balança o meu suporte
O beat entra, o flow cospe
O beat entra, o flow cospe
O beat entra, o flow

Wasting my time
Loving someone
Wasting my time
Loving someone (ooh, ooh)
My diamonds and my gold (ooh, ooh)
You took my heart and
Ripped my heart full of sorrow

Loving someone
Wasting my time
Loving someone
My diamonds and my gold (ooh, ooh)
You took my heart and
Ripped my heart full of sorrow

Loving someone
Wasting my time
Loving someone
My diamonds and my gold (ooh, ooh)

Chakras

Cold tides, strong wind, they shake my support
But I gain balance on the scale!
I no longer write, I only report photographs in my notebook
Images are the best reference

Bad feeling doesn't move me
It only shakes my support
The beat enters, the flow spits
The beat enters, the flow spits
The beat enters, the flow spits

Old sea, new boats, old games, new modes
Old passport, new plane, new stopover
Old map, new routes
I go around, I gain legs like centipedes
Rest, I have nirvana in my veins
I take away your doubts, the scene is phat like Whales
Well-used words are an Uzi, a weapon
Calm down, the new expression erases the old trauma

They are wounds of our Aura, sorrows of our soul
Chakras of our karma
There is no one alive
That remains indifferent and if they remain indifferent
Give me time, let me laugh like Jorge Palma
The Sociologist of the new school, with the old guard
Creating fashions out there
With the old formula in the new window
Keep it real for the zone, to those who exchange sprints for marathons

Cold tides, strong wind, they shake my support
But I gain balance on the scale
I no longer write, I only report photographs in my notebook
Images are the best reference

Bad feeling doesn't move me
It only shakes my support
The beat enters, the flow spits
The beat enters, the flow spits
The beat enters, the flow

Beware!
I wanna be there
Where everyone is people, and what is good is freeware
But a lot of people are seeing magenta, following the leader
A lot of people live on the edge
To swallow whatever there is

My sisters use their heads only to put on new-era
And they tell me: Chullage is a new era (Chullage was already an era)
They leave links, they make clicks
They drink pink, they take pics
And they send comments
So that you get stung and the views reach peaks

On the streets, been there
Coolest monkeys in da jungle
HM or Pull And Bear
Brother couldn't bear
A lot of camera
A lot of filter, a lot of share, a lot of flair
So much fait-divers

Teresa May or Tony Blair
Same old same nick sa mere
New governments, same crooks
New students, same practices
New beats, same bass
New MC's same old shit

Everyone trying to fit in
But nothing comes out of the box anymore
Everything so tidy it looks like it's all
Straight out of the Third Reich
Controversial verses
To be able to give in the views
That medal has a reverse
All the same point of view
A lot of flow but it's not diverse
Tragic as in Lampedusa
Sisters end up immersed

There's a party on the terrace
Of a house without foundations
Fuck 'em
I close the chatterbox
And I align the chakras
I write sacred lines
Tired of so many wankers
Small talk and bacora
My thoughts get on the train
Enjoying Coltrane
And I send rhymes just for practice

Giants steps, a love supreme
I'm out of the frame
I put on the headphones, raise the gain, expel the pain
And I let out a scream
I have a lot of ghosts and I haven't written for them
You have a lot of ghosts, those who have written to you
You're like McDonald's
You already come from America made, here you were only fried

I say what I feel, new or outlawed
And I don't need to be followed or subscribed to
I don't rap anymore, I just vomit
I never omit my commitment
When I debit
Fuck Sam granda beat
Fuck Beware thanks for the invitation

Cold tides, strong wind, they shake my support
But I gain balance on the scale
I no longer write, I only report photographs in my notebook
Images are the best reference

Bad feeling doesn't move me
It only shakes my support
The beat enters, the flow spits
The beat enters, the flow spits
The beat enters, the flow

Wasting my time
Loving someone
Wasting my time
Loving someone (ooh, ooh)
My diamonds and my gold (ooh, ooh)
You took my heart and
Ripped my heart full of sorrow

Loving someone
Wasting my time
Loving someone
My diamonds and my gold (ooh, ooh)
You took my heart and
Ripped my heart full of sorrow

Loving someone
Wasting my time
Loving someone
My diamonds and my gold (ooh, ooh)