Paroles et traduction El B. - No Existe Kompetencia

No Existe Kompetencia

Libreta y boli no alcohol y Hollywood, molì tu mal y tu pàlido show, v
àlido yo mic dice: -only you- te cuelas sin muelas, secuelas dejas: -
I need you- que escuela ni escuela,
De muela espuela candela que tu suela es tutela de killers,
Depila culo a malos MCs, pila de pilas estilo,
Destila palo pa los imbèciles;
Chulo yo los dejo nulos solos viejos ondulo
Coloco locos fraseos paseo en locomotora y lejos.
Mucho Rap, mucho flow,
Te veo pendejo deo pa ti cheo, mejor te sales,
Espejo contra mì, no creò en ti, feo no veo rivales; ñ
Ooo que mal estàs pa mì el Rap es como el crack pa un
Yonqui; yo no soy Tupac pero hace rato siento all eyes on me.
Gira fan a mì, tù disparas para aquì pero mira para ahì, so
Descarada dar a El B cero,
Sincero sè primero asesòrese asere mira, m
Ejòre y cersiòrese duele suele ser que me admiras.
Soy noctàbulo, deàmbulo, d
àndolo to hallàndolos espanto a los
Bàndalos que andan loqueando noqueàndolos yo,
Escàndalo, cambiàlo, tàpalo es tan malo... man ya no chives,
Esto no escampa no, el tìmpano pon papo que sigue.
No hay quien me derribe bebe El B vive esto exhibe lo ves,
Declive no,
Otro nivel piden mide olvìdelo ven, y actìvese, anìmese, di
Vise ya que va no es diversiòn mi
Versiòn traba bobas babas graba escribe pive.
Mucho Rap, mucho flow, mucha lìrica, mucha mùsica, m
Ucho amor en esto, mucha entrega en el show,
Mucha realidad representando al barrio desde mi puesto,
Mucha dedicaciòn, mucho sacrificio, mucha verdad, mucha consciencia,
Mucha fuerza en cada canciòn,
Mucho respeto y Hip Hop, por eso no existe competencia.
La poesìa urbana me llama, me ama ella me hace libre, dice:
Pocos logran ese grado en su obra te sobra calibre,
Siempre habràn bocas que explotan y no hacen que vibre,
Me toca y me dice: -flota- ella està loca con su tigre.
Loca, loca, loca, enfòcate so motherfucker el plan te choca y toca
Tener que tocar tres, convoca tu clan, de focas defeca con foco,
Flacas y sin chance,
Aquì no alcanza ahueca loco, empaca y que descansen.
Al Bian trono hardcore deja payasos al fly,
El es el one como Michael aunque los Jackson sean fives;
Origina y sin copia compay con luz propia y
Mientras yo hago freestyle muchos hacen B style.
Sorprisse!!!
Don't cry the party is over, you show dead daddy,
Let's go mucho everybody hablando shit, you know,
To son unos nobodies;
The scary movie is in the house, mueve vago... bounce!
El flow no lo traen reyes magos ni Santa Claus.
Sin pausa: es el veneno en tu vena, ya tù sabes lo que suena papà, h
Oy tus bocinas se van, lìrica fina de El Bian que no frena,
Mucha tècnica en el mic, a los falsos goodbye,
Sobrepasè el sky no me controlo,
Les paso a tres millas de distancia y to los enemies que vienen por
Mì se mueren solos,
Otro escaño en el puño niño cual estaño al terruño me ciño y lo tiño
Con sueños, empeño y poesìa coño, otr
O daño a estos ñoños y su cariño extraño: ahì
Tienen material de estudio pa los pròximos diez años.
Mucho Rap, mucho flow, mucha lìrica, mucha mùsica, m
Ucho amor en esto, mucha entrega en el show,
Mucha realidad representando al barrio desde mi puesto,
Mucha dedicaciòn, mucho sacrificio, mucha verdad, mucha consciencia,
Mucha fuerza en cada canciòn,
Mucho respeto y Hip Hop, por eso no existe competencia.
Cuando seas capaz de entender que no se trata de ser mejor que nadie,
Sino de ser mejor cada dìa, cada hora, cada minuto,
Cada segundo en tu vida; cuando seas capaz de amar,
Respetar y disfrutar intensamente lo que haces, cada vocal,
Cada consonante en el papel, cada rima,
Cada frase que te sale en un feestyle,
Entonces vas a comprender que hay quien viene destinado a ser
La figura del momento; tù, vienes a ser el mejor de to los tiempos

There Is No Competition

Notebook and pen, no alcohol and Hollywood, I grind your evil and your pale show, w
arm I, mic says: -only you- you slip in without molars, you leave sequels: -
I need you- what school nor school,
From molar spur candle that your sole is tutelage of killers,
Shave ass to bad MCs, pile of batteries style,
Distills stick for fools;
Cool I leave them null alone old undulate
I place crazy phrases I walk in locomotive and far.
A lot of Rap, a lot of flow,
I see you asshole finger for you full, you better get out,
Mirror against me, I don't believe in you, ugly I don't see rivals; ñ
Ooo how bad you are for me Rap is like crack for a
Junkie; I'm not Tupac but I've been feeling all eyes on me for a while.
Turn fan to me, you shoot here but look there, so
Shameless give El B zero,
Sincere be first advise yourself asere look, m
Improve and make sure it hurts, it usually is that you admire me.
I'm a night owl, sleepwalker, d
wandering around finding them scare the
Vandals that are freaking out knocking them out, I,
Scandal, change it, cover it up it's so bad... man don't snitch anymore,
This doesn't stop, put the eardrum on dad what follows.
There's no one to knock me down baby El B lives this exhibits you see it,
Decline no,
Another level they ask for measures forget it come, and activate yourself, cheer up, di
Did you see that it is not a diversion my
Version locks silly silly records write pive.
A lot of Rap, a lot of flow, a lot of lyrics, a lot of music, m
Ucho love in this, a lot of delivery in the show,
A lot of reality representing the neighborhood from my post,
A lot of dedication, a lot of sacrifice, a lot of truth, a lot of conscience,
A lot of strength in each song,
A lot of respect and Hip Hop, that's why there's no competition.
Urban poetry calls me, loves me, she sets me free, she says:
Few achieve that degree in their work you have caliber left over,
There will always be mouths that explode and don't make it vibrate,
It touches me and says: -float- she's crazy about her tiger.
Crazy, crazy, crazy, focus so motherfucker the plan hits you and touches
Have to touch three, summon your clan, of seals defecates with focus,
Flaky and no chance,
Here it doesn't reach hollow crazy, pack up and let them rest.
Al Bian hardcore throne leaves clowns on the fly,
He is the one like Michael even though the Jacksons are fives;
Originates and without copy compay with its own light and
While I freestyle many do B style.
Surprise!!!
Don't cry the party is over, you show dead daddy,
Let's go much everybody talking shit, you know,
To son unos nobodies;
The scary movie is in the house, move bum... bounce!
The flow is not brought by wise men or Santa Claus.
Without pause: it's the poison in your vein, you already know what it sounds like dad, h
Oy your horns are gone, fine lyrics from El Bian that doesn't stop,
A lot of technique on the mic, to the fake goodbye,
I passed the sky I don't control myself,
I pass them three miles away and all the enemies that come for
Me they die alone,
Another seat in the fist child which tin to the terroir I cling and dye it
With dreams, effort and poetry dammit, otr
O damage to these nerds and their strange affection: there
They have study material for the next ten years.
A lot of Rap, a lot of flow, a lot of lyrics, a lot of music, m
Ucho love in this, a lot of delivery in the show,
A lot of reality representing the neighborhood from my post,
A lot of dedication, a lot of sacrifice, a lot of truth, a lot of conscience,
A lot of strength in each song,
A lot of respect and Hip Hop, that's why there's no competition.
When you are able to understand that it is not about being better than anyone,
But to be better every day, every hour, every minute,
Every second of your life; when you are able to love,
Respect and intensely enjoy what you do, every vowel,
Every consonant on paper, every rhyme,
Every sentence that comes out in a freestyle,
Then you will understand that there are those who are destined to be
The figure of the moment; you, you come to be the best of all time