Paroles et traduction Ira - Rap Save The Queen

Rap Save The Queen

Rap save the queen, joder, joder
Ya es tiempo de irte lejos deja paso a quien te mira
Ya se sabe no es oro todo lo que brilla eh
Seudodidactica metida bajo cuerda en las rimas
Sin herencia de valores pa′ quien te sobrestima
(Cada palabra) pero acaparas micro
Y una micra de segundo tardas en sacar tu polla
No vaya a ser que te desmonte en tres minutos
Lo que le echaste horas y horas, capullo
Agarra la pluma, rebose coltura
No se calla una, no busca fortuna
Como ninguna y en boca la luna
Sale de su boca la rima oportuna
Desde su tribuna le viene de cuna
Todas lo sabemos eso te importuna
Y no quieras, no quieras que te bajen de ese podio
Ya sabemos que ahí arriba no cabemos todos

No tu bitch, la queen de este beat
Brindamos por lo bueno que nos queda por vivir
En tu camerino lleno de bosque y haschís
Deja paso a esta lunática nos vamos a servir
No te concedo los silencios de este soul
Tu rap me comió el coño cuando aparecimos
Esto es rap, no rap femenino, rap, aunque te joda bardillo

Lejos de la critica ya peca ni antipática, pues bien
Quien conoce su verdad la sabe tétrica
Métrica, caótica, de prosa y de poetica
De mañanas histéricas y de noches taquicardicas
Lo escribo, pues claro y tú ¿qué harías?
O a ¿quién traicionarías a cambio de la gloria?
Escribo lo que no escuchaste un día
Tu conciencia tranquila solo es síntoma de tu mala memoria
Su rap insiste y quieren que me ria
El que peor lo hace dice "no lo hace mal para ser tía"
Ya te gustaría, por eso ladra tanto
El que iba para critico pero se quedo en tonto
Volveremos en algún momento eh
A escupir en su palacio de difunto
Que la IRA es como bandal
Que ni tarde ni pronto
Cuando se lo propone se presenta y punto

No tu bitch, la queen de este beat
Brindamos por lo bueno que nos queda por vivir
En tu camerino lleno de bosque y haschís
Deja paso a esta lunática nos vamos a servir
No te concedo los silencios de este soul
Tu rap me comió el coño cuando aparecimos
Esto es rap, no rap femenino, rap, aunque te joda bardillo
Y bla bla bla nos aconsejan cómo hacerlo
Cómo pillar el micro y besarlo en un concierto
"Esas chavalas van a llegar lejos"
¿En serio primo? Eso ya lo sabemos

Nos dan la palmadita sin quitarse la medalla
Porque pa' ellos nunca nunca hay fallo en la batalla
No sabrán reconocer que revientas el panorama
Sin esa coletilla de "está buena la pava"
"Está buena la pava"
Sin esa coletilla de "está buena la pava"
"Está buena la pava"
Sin esa coletilla de "está buena la pava"

Rap Save The Queen

Rap save the queen, damn, damn
It's time for you to go away, make way for who's looking at you
You know, not everything that glitters is gold
False didactics tucked away in rhymes
Without a legacy of values for those who overestimate you
(Every word) but you hog the microphone
And you don't hesitate to pull out your dick in a microsecond
Just in case I dismantle you in three minutes
What you spent hours and hours on, asshole
Grab the pen, overflowing with culture
She doesn't shut up, she doesn't seek fortune
Like no other, and with the moon in her mouth
From her mouth comes the right rhyme
From her rostrum, it comes naturally
We all know that, it bothers you
And don't you want, don't want them to let you down from that podium
We already know that we don't all fit up there

Not your bitch, the queen of this beat
We toast to the good things we have left to live
In your dressing room full of weed and hash
Make way for this lunatic, we're going to help ourselves
I won't grant you the silences of this soul
Your rap made my pussy wet when we first emerged
This is rap, not female rap, rap, even if it fucks you up, mate

Far from criticism, now she's neither unlikeable, nor fine
Anyone who knows her truth knows it's grim
Metrics, chaotic, prose and poetic
From hysterical mornings and nights of palpitations
I wrote it, well of course, what would you do?
Or who would you betray in exchange for glory?
I write what you didn't listen to one day
Your clear conscience is only a symptom of your bad memory
His rap persists and they want me to laugh
The one who does it worst says, "she's not bad for a chick"
You'd like that, that's why you bark so much
The one who wanted to be a critic but stayed a fool
We'll be back sometime, eh
To spit on your empty palace
That IRA is like a gang
Neither slow nor fast
When he decides to, he shows up and that's it

Not your bitch, the queen of this beat
We toast to the good things we have left to live
In your dressing room full of weed and hash
Make way for this lunatic, we're going to help ourselves
I won't grant you the silences of this soul
Your rap made my pussy wet when we first emerged
This is rap, not female rap, rap, even if it fucks you up, mate
And blah blah blah they advise us how to do it
How to take the microphone and kiss it at a concert
"Those girls are going to get far"
Seriously, dude? We already know that

They pat us on the back without taking off their medals
Because for them there's never never a mistake in battle
They won't admit that you're shattering the scene
Without that tagline, "that chick is hot"
"That chick is hot"
Without that tagline, "that chick is hot"
"That chick is hot"
Without that tagline, "that chick is hot"