Paroles et traduction Cevlade - Blanco y Negro

Blanco y Negro

Damas traman dramas para atrapar billeteras abultadas
Adultas dadas a manchar sábanas con baba
Adúlteras no lavan sus cagadas
Lavan las empleadas, tapan sus jugadas
Así ¡Nunca pasó nada!

Se amplía la lista de listas
Salen en revistas mixtas
Antes de que existan
Asistan esta noche al fluir de este artista
Mi fluído conoce a una que otra modista

Si escribo vivo y no me privo de vigor
Hoy no estoy depresivo
El adjetivo es mi aditivo preferido
He proferido herido
Hoy de profe y b-boyvoy en mi boeing hecho de lo que rimo
Al ser conflictivo soy atractivo

Mi rap es afrodisíaco afro pa' afrodita
Estimula con mi lengua cada dendrita
Tiritan enteritas las chicas marchitas
Pues eyaculo rimas cosmopolitas cual dinamita

¿Pa qué se casan? forman casas
Compran cosas, tasan intereses
Las esposas se atrasan
Nacen bebés beben los esposos
Agreden a sus esposas en sus fosas
Las amenazan y abusan
Pero felices posan

¡Sí al divorcio!
¡Sí al aborto!
¡Sí a la distorsión!
¡Sí a la diversión!
¡Sí a los Four Tops!
¡Sí a los cortos!
¡La invitación es para todos pero pa vos no!

Tomo las cosas de quien vienen
Rapeo bien, el viento avienta las palabras impaciente
De poniente a oriente pa que orienten
A quien sigue la corriente
Encienden mentes, despiertan bellas durmientes

Mientras mis dientes apretan letras
Los dejan detrás
Vacíen los tetras
Se transpira en cada metra
Cerrar rimas con gracia es la meta
Es mi rap beta
¡Que trae trabalenguas para lenguas inquietas!

Me sobra soberbia
Faltan sorbos, sobran cobros
Faltan logros, sobran ogros, sobran obras
Sobran sobras, sobran cabras
Faltan cabros, sobran sombras
Faltan compras, faltan cevlas
Sobran tontas ¡Fuera tolonpas!
¡Voy a las trompas!

¿Perro y el efex?
¿Perro y el efex?
Perro y el efex ya se curró

Todos mienten, todas juegan
Todas difaman, aman la fama
Aman amansar mi mansa manzana de Adán
Aman la plata y solo exitosos les dan
Maman a quien las boxea
Se rapea pa que el boxer vean

Pero me importa una wea, yeah
Me importa una wea, yeah
Me importa una wea, yeah
Si me admiras a mi, o no, me importa una wea

¡Que fome, que fome, aquí no pasan estrellas fugaces! yeah
Ecologicamente correcto
Split Records, Cevlade, yeah

Black and White

Ladies plot dramas to catch bulging wallets
Adults given to staining sheets with drool
Adulteresses do not wash their shit
The maids wash, they cover their moves
So, nothing ever happened!

The list of lists is expanding
They come out in mixed magazines
Before they exist
Attend tonight the flow of this artist
My fluid knows a dressmaker or two

If I write I live and I do not deprive myself of vigor
Today I'm not depressed
The adjective is my favorite additive
I have uttered wounded
Today I'm a teacher and b-boy in my boeing made of what I rhyme
Being conflictive makes me attractive

My rap is afrodisiac afro for Aphrodite
It stimulates every dendrite with my tongue
The withered girls shake whole
Because I ejaculate cosmopolitan rhymes like dynamite

Why do they get married? They form houses
They buy things, they assess interests
The wives are late
Babies are born the husbands drink
They attack their wives in their graves
They threaten and abuse them
But they pose happily

Yes to divorce!
Yes to abortion!
Yes to distortion!
Yes to fun!
Yes to the Four Tops!
Yes to shorts!
The invitation is for everyone but not for you!

I take things from whoever they come from
I rap well, the wind throws the words impatiently
From west to east to guide
Whoever follows the current
They ignite minds, awaken beautiful sleepers

While my teeth clench letters
They leave them behind
Empty the tetras
You sweat on every meter
Closing rhymes gracefully is the goal
It's my beta rap
That brings tongue twisters for restless tongues!

I have too much arrogance
Sorbets are missing, charges are left over
Achievements are missing, ogres are left over, works are left over
Leftovers are left over, goats are left over
Kids are missing, shadows are left over
Purchases are missing, cevlas are missing
Too many fools are left over! Out tolonpas!
I'm going to the trumpets!

Dog and the efex?
Dog and the efex?
Dog and efex is already healed

Everyone lies, everyone plays
All slander, they love fame
They love to tame my meek apple of Adam
They love money and only successful people give it to them
They suck whoever boxes them
You rap so the boxer can see

But I don't give a shit, yeah
I don't give a shit, yeah
I don't give a shit, yeah
Whether you admire me or not, I don't give a shit

How weak, how weak, no shooting stars pass here! yeah
Ecologically correct
Split Records, Cevlade, yeah