Paroles et traduction Capaz - A la Mierda Tod@S

A la Mierda Tod@S

"Ya estás mayor para gorras" te dijo un día la puerca

Y rompió tu sueño, recalcándotelo en público,

"¿aún sigues con esas del rap?, decía la hija puta,

Ese es el sistema de romper ilusiones, lo vi con mis propios ojos,
Si agachan la nuca están muertos, se vuelven fríos,
Vi cómo sus fauces devoraban sus entrañas,
¿Piensas que es un juego, perra?,

Cuando le acosas con tus putas mierdas,
¿Es que no ves que quiere ser profesional?,
Busca sus huevos en la casa para pegar voces
Rodeado de papeles y lápices, pone mucho hincapié,
¿Pensabas que era un hobby, zorra?
Ahora te lo ponen tus propios amigos desde el móvil, puedes verlo en HD,
Tú subestimaste el arte,
Hay muchas como tú que saben dónde picarles con chantajes emocionales,
"¿aún sigues con el breakdance, que no da de comer?, va,
Pretendes vivir de bailar y bailar es una mierda",
Ahora bien, contempla este dedo y escucha el "jódete",
Tú quieres matar mi cultura, pero es tan fuerte que nanai,
Puercos y puercas, b-boys y b-girls
Te escupen a la cara mientras entrenan fuerte
Tus top rocks y footworks, recuerda cuando el mierda no apostaba por ti
Mientras tú soñabas, materializabas,
Ahora come de tu mano el puto cabrón,
Ahora comprende que estabas sembrando el fruto de una profesión,
Fuera de su vida, imbécil, llegaste tarde,
Hay humanos que nacen con dones de incontrolables y tú,
Tú pensabas que era pasajera la historia, que era una fiebre
O algo con tal de no salir del barrio,
Pues ahora que te follen, cerdo,
Quisisteis joder con los sueños, merecéis martillazos a plomo,
Os bajo de esa nube por atajos que ya me sé,
Os creéis tan especiales y hay vida fuera, escucha este canto que dice.

Idos a la mierda tod@s,
No conseguisteis aplastar un sueño,
Son demasiadas horas, semanas, meses, años
Ansioso por cumplir mi objetivo,
Os la dedico, hijos de puta.

"¿Para qué quieres tantos vinilos antiguos?,
Ocupan demasiado espacio mañana cojo y los tiro",
Dice, que elija bien entre esa mierda o ella,
Suelta las copias de las llaves de casa y lárgate, perra,
Oye ¿con qué coño quieres que pinche si quiero vivir de mi música?,

Tú angustia no ayuda en nada, las cosas se siembran,
Los aparatos cambian, debo concentrarme para crear,
No quieras todo de golpe, eso es abusar,
¿Si no respetas un trabajo así, qué pintas aquí?,
Me conociste con ello insertado, respeta este estado,
Yo no soy un loco, mientras que tú piensas sólo en dinero rápido
Me acuerdo de aquel tipo que odiaba que su mujeres
Hiciese pintadas, graffitis y tags,
Y con su coño se hizo una escritora internacional,
Está claro que lo que no mata te hace mucho más profesional,
Tçu machacaste al artista entre chistes comentarios y humillaciones,
Puto bromista, ahora paga esta mierda te la restriego en la cara,
Cómetela y calla, no es por modo que hacemos esto,
Es nuestro oficio igual que un skater,
Nada es gratuito cuando existen lesiones o contusiones,
El arte es vida y tú eres Jack "el simple",
Tonto del culo, tengo medios, te anulo,
¿Qué mierda es esa que no pueda entrar en tu club de mierda
Con mi gorra New Era y mis huevos negros de pantera?,
Hoja de reclamación,
Relleno tres, te chapo el local
Y la semana que viene de nuevo intento entrar,
A la oficina de consumo llevo la hoja, os hundo,
No permito que nada se interponga a mis sueños, créelo.

Idos a la mierda tod@s,
No conseguisteis aplastar un sueño,
Son demasiadas horas, semanas, meses, años
Ansioso por cumplir mi objetivo,
Os la dedico, hijos de puta.

Fuck You All

"You're too old for caps," the bitch told you one day

And broke your dream, rubbing it in public,

"You still doing that rap shit?," the motherfucker said,

That's the system of breaking illusions, I saw it with my own eyes,
If they lower their necks they're dead, they turn cold,
I saw how their jaws devoured their insides,
You think it's a game, bitch?,

When you harass him with your fucking shit,
Can't you see he wants to be a professional?,
He looks for his balls in the house to make noise
Surrounded by papers and pencils, he puts a lot of emphasis,
You thought it was a hobby, bitch?
Now your own friends put it on your phone, you can see it in HD,
You underestimated art,
There are many like you who know where to hit them with emotional blackmail,
"You still doing breakdancing, that doesn't pay the bills? Come on,
You pretend to live by dancing and dancing is shit",
Now, look at this finger and listen to "fuck you",
You want to kill my culture, but it's so strong, no way,
Pigs, b-boys and b-girls
They spit in your face while training hard
Your top rocks and footworks, remember when the shit didn't bet on you
While you were dreaming, materializing,
Now the fucking bastard eats from your hand,
Now he understands that you were planting the fruit of a profession,
Out of his life, asshole, you're too late,
There are humans born with uncontrollable gifts and you,
You thought the story was fleeting, that it was a fever
Or something that would keep you from leaving the neighborhood,
Well now fuck you, pig,
You wanted to fuck with dreams, you deserve to be hammered to death,
I'll get you off that cloud by shortcuts I already know,
You think you're so special and there's life outside, listen to this song that says.

Fuck you all,
You didn't manage to crush a dream,
It's too many hours, weeks, months, years
Eager to fulfill my objective,
I dedicate it to you, motherfuckers.

"What do you want so many old vinyls for?,
They take up too much space, tomorrow I'm going to take them and throw them away",
She says, choose well between that shit or her,
Drop the copies of the house keys and get out, bitch,
Hey, what the fuck do you want me to play if I want to live off my music?,

Your anguish doesn't help at all, things are sown,
Devices change, I must concentrate to create,
Don't want everything at once, that's abuse,
If you don't respect a job like this, what are you doing here?,
You met me with it inserted, respect this state,
I'm not crazy, while you only think about fast money
I remember that guy who hated that his women
Did paintings, graffiti and tags,
And with her pussy she became an international writer,
It is clear that what doesn't kill you makes you much more professional,
You crushed the artist between jokes, comments and humiliations,
Fucking joker, now pay for this shit I rub it in your face,
Eat it and shut up, it's not for fashion that we do this,
It's our job just like a skater,
Nothing is free when there are injuries or bruises,
Art is life and you are Jack "the simple",
Dumbass, I have means, I nullify you,
What the fuck is this that I can't get into your shitty club
With my New Era cap and my black panther balls?,
Complaint form,
I fill out three, I close your place down
And next week I try to get in again,
I take the sheet to the consumer office, I sink you,
I don't let anything get in the way of my dreams, believe me.

Fuck you all,
You didn't manage to crush a dream,
It's too many hours, weeks, months, years
Eager to fulfill my objective,
I dedicate it to you, motherfuckers.