Paroles et traduction Klan - Hijo de la luz

Hijo de la luz

Yah
Check it
Krotos Escuadrón, ¿o qué?
La evolución, hijos de la luz
Dice, dice (yah)
Nigga, what?
Check it
What?
Nigga, what?

Me electrocuta, mi aspecto Wu-Tang, mi aspecto muta
Mi trayecto insultan, mi calle es gloria, mi casa es fruta
Mi calle lo odia a aquel yuta, yo lo cobre y eso le preocupa
Porque lo sedo mi nuca, no se lo robe a tu junta

Aquí las paredes se rasguñan
Por los paneles nos buscan, eh yo
Los fieles dibujan XXL ese es de Zenuja

Salí de tu burbuja, Alex, hijo de bruja
Mami, dame esta aguja, Macri, hijo de puta
No es solo por el boom bap, yaoh
Yo, yo no cobré tus culpas

Yo, yo dibujé mi ruta, cada loco con sus tax
Tengo el timón de este boom bap
Mi rap tiene red de rumba
Estoy libre de tus culpas, soy líder de mi cumba
Si te promete que lo cumpla

Solo truenos, ritmos buenos, relámpagos
Humos y deslumbre del fuego que enciende mi kush
Eh you, óyelo tú, respeta mi crew, observa mi luz, ah
Solo truenos, ritmos buenos, relámpagos
Humos y deslumbre del fuego que enciende mi kush
Eh you, óyelo tú, respeta mi crew, observa mi luz, ah

Tengo un plan, coronar mis compa'
O tocar la punta, ustedes me apuntan
Yah, ja, ja, yah
Jamás tendrás las respuestas a lo que te preguntas

Ves lo fresco, fresco puesto, modo maestro
Siniestro dentro del centro del cuerpo
Seteo el verso, muerto ingreso y no me esfuerzo

Rezo a ese beso del progreso, preso de hechos, preso de esto
Que expreso, el tiempo ya no resta, nigga
Preso de esos besos, nigga
El tiempo ya no resta, nigga

Solo truenos, ritmos buenos, relámpagos
Humos y deslumbre del fuego que enciende mi kush
Eh you, óyelo tú, respeta mi crew, observa mi luz, ah
Solo truenos, ritmos buenos, relámpagos
Humos y deslumbre del fuego que enciende mi kush
Eh you, óyelo tú, respeta mi crew, observa mi luz

Estamos mar adentro, protestamos los negro'
Por que proclamamos los perros
Por que el amo con fierro no da de comer, no
Entonces debo morderlo con mi cuaderno

No es poder, bro'
Es que no estamo' contento', ah
No contamo' con ellos
Encontra' estos destellos
La luz en bus, loop, Halabalu
Hijo de la luz

Oh shit (oh shit)
Oh shit (oh shit)
Sé que nos oyes (sé que nos oyes)
Aún queda underground por aquí hijo de yuta, yuta, yuta, yuta
Dice

Solo truenos, ritmos buenos, relámpagos
Humos y deslumbre del fuego que enciende mi kush
Eh you, óyelo tú, respeta mi crew, observa mi luz, ah
Solo truenos, ritmos buenos, relámpagos
Humos y deslumbre del fuego que enciende mi kush
Eh yo, óyelo tú, respeta mi crew, observa mi luz, ah

Se quedaría ciego y no podría escuchar
O perdería el sentido del tacto
Aún habría fuego, aún habría fuego
Y el hip hop en nosotros seguiría intacto

Se quedaría ciego o no podría escuchar
O perdería el sentido del tacto
Aún habría fuego, aún habría fuego
Y el hip hop en nosotros seguiría intacto

Son of the Light

Yah
Check it
Krotos Squad, or what?
Evolution, children of the light
He says, he says (yah)
Nigga, what?
Check it
What?
Nigga, what?

It electrocutes me, my Wu-Tang appearance, my appearance mutates
My journey is insulted, my street is glory, my house is fruit
My street hates that yuta, I charge him and that worries him
Because I know it on the back of my neck, don't steal it from your board

Here the walls are scratching
Through the panels they're looking for us, eh I
The faithful draw XXL that's from Zenuja

I came out of your bubble, Alex, you son of a witch
Mommy, give me this needle, Macri, you son of a bitch
It's not just because of the boom bap, yaoh
I, I didn't take your blame

I, I drew my route, every crazy person with their tax...
I've got the helm of this boom bap
My rap has a rumba network
I'm free from your guilt, I'm the leader of my cumba
If he promises to keep it

Only thunder, good rhythms, lightning
Fumes and dazzle of the fire that lights my kush
Hey you, listen to it you, respect my crew, watch my light, ah
Only thunder, good rhythms, lightning
Fumes and dazzle of the fire that lights my kush
Hey you, listen to it you, respect my crew, watch my light, ah

I have a plan, to crown my compa'
Or touch the tip, you point at me
Yah, ha, ha, yah
You'll never have the answers to what you're wondering

You see how cool, cool on, master mode
Sinister within the center of the body
I set the verse, dead I enter and I don't make an effort

I pray to that kiss of progress, prisoner of facts, prisoner of this
That I express, time is no longer left, nigga
Prisoner of those kisses, nigga
There's no time left, nigga

Only thunder, good rhythms, lightning
Fumes and dazzle of the fire that lights my kush
Hey you, listen to it you, respect my crew, watch my light, ah
Only thunder, good rhythms, lightning
Fumes and dazzle of the fire that lights my kush
Hey you, you listen, respect my crew, watch my light

We are out at sea, we protest the blacks'
Why do we proclaim the dogs
Because the master with iron does not give food, no
Then I must bite him with my notebook

It's not power, bro'
It's just that I'm not 'happy', ah
I don't count ' on them
Find these flashes
The light in bus, loop, Halabalu
Son of the Light

Oh shit (oh shit)
Oh shit (oh shit)
I know you hear us (I know you hear us)
There's still underground around here son of yuta, yuta, yuta, yuta
He says

Only thunder, good rhythms, lightning
Fumes and dazzle of the fire that lights my kush
Hey you, listen to it you, respect my crew, watch my light, ah
Only thunder, good rhythms, lightning
Fumes and dazzle of the fire that lights my kush
Hey yo, hear it you, respect my crew, watch my light, ah

He would go blind and not be able to hear
Or I would lose the sense of touch
There would still be fire, there would still be fire
And the hip hop in us would still be intact

He would go blind or he wouldn't be able to hear
Or I would lose the sense of touch
There would still be fire, there would still be fire
And the hip hop in us would still be intact