Paroles et traduction Cevlade - El Quiere Volver

El Quiere Volver

Quiere volver, quiere volver
Quiere sentir la fama otra vez
Pero es un cobarde, no es el de ayer

Quiere volver, quiere volver
Quiere sentir la fama otra vez
Pero es un cobarde, no es el de ayer

Muchos raperos me critican, pero todos pasan
La trabajan, no trabajan, se rebajan
No encajan en la caja, su rap es una paja
Son como el hoyo y se creen la raja
Sus mujeres se embarazan y no cachan
Que sus padres los quieren fuera de casa
Se meten a cualquier pega, entonces el rap desplazan
Su fama como MC rapidito se pasa
Vocales por pañales, ¡puta, que son reales!
En la pega, ahora solo son weones normales
(Yo) Son del montón, con desilusión
Son-son solo son bis con listón

Soy el blanco de la envidia y objeto de devoción
La ovación, el envidioso, cubre con difamación
La misión de la emoción es una acción sin omisión
La envidia hace el homenaje del mediocre, po' weón
Con convicción, mi dicción me hizo campeón
Pincel pa' pintar casas es la nueva vocación
Tuviste de todo sin ninguna condición
Ahora para tenerlo, recurres a tu imaginación
(¡Sh!) Tu dedicación no tiene na' pasión
Tu diapasón pasó a la historia, pajarón
Así que ahora, casi ya no hay tiempo pa' escribir
Solo queda pa' poner: "la paga es a convenir"

Quiere volver, quiere volver
Quiere sentir la fama otra vez
Pero es un cobarde, no es el de ayer

Oye, ¿y tu prestigio?
Revolcándose en su tumba por no haber ido al colegio
Tuviste el privilegio de oír que rapeabas regio
Pero el tiempo pasó y cachamos que tu estilo era un plagio
Lo siento, yo me mantengo en el tiempo
El lenguaje es su pensión a mi talento
Tú das lástima, mi rap lastima
Pues yo sí sé cómo poner el acento
Pero eres buen mozo, lo estoy reconociendo
Porque traes la comida como lo hace el asiento
Te inflaste más que teta de la Adriana Barrientos
Pero llega un momento en que pasa tu momento
Puedo comprender si no me crees
Puedo comprender si a mi rap no lo entiendes
Pero no puedo entender que digas que no es coherente
Porque es evidente que no entiendes ni lo que lees

No eres más que un pobre weón
Explícate a ti mismo que no puedas aceptar
Que sigo rapeando de un modo espectacular
(¡Sh!) No voy a echarte a la cara todos mis logros
Porque está claro que en talento te doblo
Quien me conoce, sabe que no me sobro
No tengo habilidades sociales, eso es todo, bro

Quiere volver, quiere volver
Quiere sentir la fama otra vez
Pero es un cobarde, no es el de ayer

Amigos, no sé hacer amigos
Pero enemigos, sin querer, mil me consigo
Estos weones le dan tanto color
No hay mérito en que el peor diga que eres el mejor
Pero vengan, disparen, sus raps disparen, comparen
Everybody cachen como salen vocales que paren
Palabras del talento, más que mil imágenes valen
Soy el chivo expiatorio de todas sus negligencias
De su carencia total de inteligencia
Si no te gusta mi voz, pues ten paciencia
Esta es la voz de la experiencia
Su micro siempre pierde, aunque lo llenen de ganancia
Hazle caso al Jonas y al Ube, tomen distancia
Así que vayan aprendiendo, perquines
El Demonio Maravilla, ya sabes quién es (¡Au!)

Quiere volver, quiere volver
Quiere sentir la fama otra vez
Pero es un cobarde, no es el de ayer

Quiere volver, quiere volver
Quiere sentir la fama otra vez
Pero es un cobarde, no es el de ayer

Quiere volver, quiere volver
Quiere sentir la fama otra vez
Pero es un cobarde, no es el de ayer

He Wants to Come Back

He wants to come back, he wants to come back
He wants to feel the fame once more
But he's a coward, not the man he was before

He wants to come back, he wants to come back
He wants to feel the fame once more
But he's a coward, not the man he was before

Many rappers criticize me, but they all fade away
They work it, or they don't, they lower their standards
They don't fit in the box, their rap is just chaff
They're like a hole, but think they're the whole staff
Their women get pregnant and don't understand
That their parents want them out of the house, man
They take any job, so rap takes a back seat
Their fame as MCs fades quickly, can't you see?
Vocals for diapers, damn, how real they are!
At work, now they're just normal dudes, by far
(Yo) They're just average, with disillusion
They're just encores with a ribbon, a mere illusion

I'm the target of envy and an object of devotion
The ovation, the envious one covers with defamation
The mission of emotion is an action without omission
Envy is the homage of the mediocre, you fool, listen
With conviction, my diction made me a champion
A brush for painting houses is their new vocation
You had it all without any condition
Now to have it, you resort to your imagination
(Sh!) Your dedication has no passion
Your tuning fork is history, you big bird, fashion
So now, there's almost no time to write
Only left to put: "Payment to be agreed upon", tight

He wants to come back, he wants to come back
He wants to feel the fame once more
But he's a coward, not the man he was before

Hey, where's your prestige?
Rolling in its grave for not having gone to college
You had the privilege of hearing that you rapped regally
But time passed, and we realized your style was a copy
Sorry, I stay in time, my flow's steady
Language is its pension to my talent, you're not ready
You're pathetic, my rap hurts, it's true
Because I know how to put the emphasis, unlike you
But you're handsome, I'm recognizing that
Because you bring the food like a car seat, flat
You inflated more than Adriana Barrientos' boobs, it seems
But there comes a time when your moment fades, like dreams
I can understand if you don't believe me
I can understand if you don't understand my rap, see
But I can't understand you saying it's not coherent
Because it's obvious you don't even understand what you read, my dear

You're nothing but a poor dude, that's the truth
Explain to yourself why you can't accept
That I'm still rapping in a spectacular way, adept
(Sh!) I'm not going to throw all my achievements in your face
Because it's clear that in talent, I double your pace
Those who know me, know I don't brag or boast
I don't have social skills, that's all, bro, most

He wants to come back, he wants to come back
He wants to feel the fame once more
But he's a coward, not the man he was before

Friends, I don't know how to make friends
But enemies, unintentionally, I get a thousand, it transcends
These guys give it so much color, it's absurd
There's no merit in the worst saying you're the best, unheard
But come on, shoot, let your raps fire, compare
Everybody see how vocals come out that stop and stare
Words of talent, worth more than a thousand images, rare
I'm the scapegoat for all their negligence, I swear
Of their total lack of intelligence, beyond compare
If you don't like my voice, well, have patience
This is the voice of experience, take heed, my friends
Their mic always loses, even if they fill it with gain
Listen to Jonas and Ube, keep your distance, refrain
So go learn, you little perquines, it's plain
The Wonder Demon, you know who it is (Au!)

He wants to come back, he wants to come back
He wants to feel the fame once more
But he's a coward, not the man he was before

He wants to come back, he wants to come back
He wants to feel the fame once more
But he's a coward, not the man he was before

He wants to come back, he wants to come back
He wants to feel the fame once more
But he's a coward, not the man he was before