Paroles et traduction El Sica - Mutaciones en Mute

Mutaciones en Mute

Es El Sicaaaaa
JAJAJA

Y andan buscando pauta
Y nosotros dejando a la gente exhausta.
Mutantes llegaron los astronautas
Por el espacio detonando flauta chiqui plau plau plau.

No hay un cantante que me reste sicarito bola nueva apesteSacando al carajo mutaciones del globo terrestre.
Ustedes to' tienen F y sus temas parecen refe
Y viven recostao sin trabajar de la pauta del jefe.

Esto es ROTTWEILAS.INC ya se lo hemos dicho antes
Soy yo el que viene de atrás pa' alante.
Cruzando palos sembrao
Cabrones no es que yo salga un presentao
Es que este año es mio y me fascina to' lo mal quitao.

El afrentoso el gordito feito parece un oso
Y el otro cabrón con la nariz esa se inhala un coso.
Si viven to' como esposos pregunto que estoy curioso
¿Arcángel cuál de los 2 capotiando lo dejas baboso?

Háblenme claro su jefe lo que tiene es un mercado
O es que lo marcan como las vacas pa' no ser comprado.
El Jhonny se tatuó las alas
El gordo ni come alas en una dieta estricta
Pa' ser flaco pero no rebaja.

Mutantes el nombre le pega impresionante
Ustedes vienen de Plutón cabrones o de la vida antes.
Monstro suangui el barraco hace cuanto no huele un panti
Por mas colaboraciones que han hecho de 80 arti.

Me deprimo me dieron rumores y yo los rimo
Que el lambón de Jhonny viste feo y del closet del primo.
Y se ve absurdo sale del trabajo y aprieta el turbo
Pa' que no lo vean uniformado de los reyes Bulgo.

A estas alturas por mas que to' el mundo le a hechao pintura
Jhonny sigue allá en castaño to' el año dentro de basura.
La rotura de tantos intentos es la que te estrangula
Y dice que eres maliantito chico porque fuiste mula.

Mendigando el otro vive por allá en Orlando trabajando
En Disney y la caseta del parking cobrando.
Estoy matando gordito no lo vengas a estar negando
Que hace un mes me tiraste por imbox: SICA ESTA SONANDO.

Y yo lo sé cómo negarte algo que se ve
Yo los derroto a to' hasta rapiandole el verso al revés.
No estoy crecido solo seguro de que en mi confió
Y que que que que que que que este año es mío.

Y andan buscando pauta
Y nosotros dejando a la gente exhausta.
Mutantes llegaron los astronautas
Por el espacio detonando flauta chiqui plau plau plau.

Cantantes con esta autoestima
De aquí es que sale la materia prima,
Acepten que ustedes no tienen el poder pa' irnos pa' encima.
De PR a Bogotá, de Chile pa' Argentina y Lima
Todos dicen que pa' el siki traki nadie tiene rimas.

Niños viejos ustedes no se miran al espejo
Deformau' cabrones a ustedes los alimentan de lejos.
Los tres chiflados por mi pueden andar despreocupado
No soy yo el que está haciendo esta cosa es el lápiz embrujado.

Mutations in Mute

It's El Sicaaaaa
HAHAHAHA

And they're looking for clout
And we're leaving people exhausted.
Mutants, the astronauts have arrived
Through space, detonating the flute, chiqui plau plau plau.

There's not a singer who can outshine me, new little ball stinksTaking the fuck out mutations from the globe.
You all have F's and your songs seem like refs
And you live lying down without working, off the boss's clout.

This is ROTTWEILAS.INC, we've already told you before
I'm the one who comes from behind to the front.
Crossing sticks, planted
Dudes, it's not that I come out as a show-off
It's that this year is mine and I'm fascinated by everything that's badly taken.

The shameless one, the fat ugly one, looks like a bear
And the other dude with that nose, he inhales a thing.
If you all live like spouses, I ask, I'm curious
Arcángel, which of the 2 do you leave drooling when they're capoeira?

Tell me clearly, your boss what he has is a market
Or is it that they brand him like cows so he won't be bought.
Jhonny tattooed wings
The fat one doesn't even eat wings, on a strict diet
To be skinny, but he doesn't lose weight.

Mutants, the name fits impressively
You guys come from Pluto, dudes, or from life before.
Monster, suangui, the barraco, how long has it been since he smelled panties
Despite the collaborations they've done with 80 artists.

I get depressed, they gave me rumors and I rhyme them
That Jhonny, the bootlicker, dresses ugly and from his cousin's closet.
And it looks absurd, he leaves work and hits the turbo
So they don't see him in uniform from the Bulgo kings.

At this point, no matter how much the whole world has thrown paint at him
Jhonny is still there in Castaño, all year round, in the trash.
The breakage from so many attempts is what strangles you
And he says you're a little thug, boy, because you were a mule.

Begging, the other one lives over there in Orlando working
At Disney and the parking booth, charging.
I'm killing you, fatty, don't deny it
That a month ago you sent me a message: SICA IS SOUNDING.

And I know how to deny you something that is seen
I defeat you all, even rapping the verse backwards.
I'm not grown, just sure that I trust in myself
And that what what what what what this year is mine.

And they're looking for clout
And we're leaving people exhausted.
Mutants, the astronauts have arrived
Through space, detonating the flute, chiqui plau plau plau.

Singers with this self-esteem
This is where the raw material comes from,
Accept that you don't have the power to go over us.
From PR to Bogotá, from Chile to Argentina and Lima
Everyone says that nobody has rhymes for the siki traki.

Old children, you don't look in the mirror
Deformed, you guys are fed from afar.
The three stooges can walk around carefree for me
It's not me who's doing this, it's the bewitched pencil.