Paroles et traduction MC Aese - Sube y Baja

Sube y Baja

Señoras y señores tomen asiento y escuchen
Tengo que contarles una historia antes de que se duchen
Se trata de un intento de raperito que decía
Que no lo hacia tan bien pero un día me alcanzaría
El muchacho metió garre poco a poco fue creciendo
Y todas las malditas tardes se la pasaba escribiendo
Y Queriendo no queriendo fue ganándole a uno y otro
Y se orino el primer día que le pidieron una foto
Decía que estructuraba y que su nombre iba a llegar
Al lugar mas alto y ahí se iba aquedar
Competía y ganaba de chiripa
Cuando cantaba tenía gripa
Y escribiendo fue ganándose a sus tipas
Se le subió el auto estima mas de lo que debería
Y no se podía balancear pues vivía su fantasía
Todo lo que soñó lo tenia bueno casi
Su defecto es que rapeaba demasiado fácil
Consiguió fotógrafo, también diseñador
Se sentía un galán vestido de cualquier color
Y se empezó hadar mucha promo se decía de los mejores
Se sentía el dueño del juego pero no había jugadores
Empezó a tirar glamur no caminaba por banquetas
Y se preocupaba mas por el que por sus letras
Sus fieles seguidores ahí seguía por qué no?
Pero poco a poco lo que había formado se desgasto
Empezaron a odiarlo lo bajaron a abucheado
Porque traía un estilo distinto al de su pasado
Se volvió mas prepotente ya no contestaba nada
Y pieza por pieza le cambiaron la jugada
Lo empezaron a oír menos le cancelaron eventos
Pero el con su orgullo aun caminaba contento
Ya no escribía como antes disque con el corazón
Y por volar tan alto perdió el control del avión
Se quedo sin nada ni siquiera sus amigos
Así como los tres tristes tigres pero sin trigo
Por eso siempre digo no hay que perder el piso
Y si lo haces sin volar tan alto como él lo izo
Mantener un balance y meterle más cerebro
Y que no venga tirar rollo conmigo que me lo quiebro
Siempre hay alguien mejor que tu pero él no lo pensó
Y en esta ocasión le toco que el que era mejor que él era yo
Lo que sube, sube tiene que bajar he
Lo que sube, sube tiene que bajar he
Lo que sube, sube tiene que bajar
Así que sea mas humilde y aférrese a su lugar
Por qué Lo que sube tiene que bajar he
Lo que sube tiene que bajar he
Lo que sube tiene que bajar
Lo difícil cuando bajas es volverse a levantar

Ups and Downs (Sube y Baja)

Ladies and gentlemen, take a seat and listen close,
I gotta tell you a story before you hop in the shower, hose.
It's about a wannabe rapper who used to say,
He wasn't that good but one day he'd find his way.
The dude put in the work, little by little he grew,
And every damn afternoon he'd be writing, it's true.
Whether he wanted it or not, he started winning, it's a fact,
And peed his pants the first day someone asked for an autograph.
He said he had structure, his name would reach the top,
The highest place, where he'd forever stop.
He competed and won by sheer luck, you see,
When he rapped, he had the sniffles, a pitiful plea.
And through his writing, he won over his girls, quite a few,
His self-esteem inflated more than it should do.
He couldn't find balance, living in his fantasy,
Everything he dreamed of, he had, well, almost, you see.
His flaw was that he rapped way too easily,
Got himself a photographer, a designer too, fancy and free.
He felt like a heartthrob dressed in any color he pleased,
And started promoting himself heavily, claiming to be the best, appeased.
He felt like the owner of the game, but there were no other players around,
Started throwing glamour, wouldn't walk on the ground.
He cared more about the image than his lyrics, it's true,
His loyal followers still there, why wouldn't they be, boo?
But little by little, what he built started to fade away,
They started to hate him, booed him off the stage, they say.
Because he brought a different style than his past, it's clear,
He became more arrogant, wouldn't answer, filled with fear.
Piece by piece, they changed the game on him, it's a shame,
They started listening less, canceled events, called him lame.
But with his pride, he still walked around content,
He no longer wrote like before, supposedly from the heart, it went.
And by flying so high, he lost control of the plane, descent.
He was left with nothing, not even his friends, discontent.
Just like the three sad tigers, but without wheat, lament.
That's why I always say, don't lose your ground, it's key,
And if you do, don't fly as high as he did, you see.
Maintain a balance and use your brain, that's the way,
And don't come talking smack to me, I'll break you, I say.
There's always someone better than you, but he didn't think so, blind,
And this time, it happened to be me, leaving him behind.
What goes up, must come down, hey,
What goes up, must come down, hey,
What goes up, must come down, that's the way,
So be more humble and hold on to your place, I say.
Because what goes up, must come down, hey,
What goes up, must come down, hey,
What goes up, must come down, no delay,
The hard part when you fall is getting back up again, they say.