Paroles et traduction NACH - Repaso Mis Pasos

Repaso Mis Pasos

Todo empezo de manera sencilla,
Queria tener las mejores zapatillas, ser el cabecilla en mi pandilla,
La semilla dio su fruto frente a una alcantarilla,
Y asi el sueño domino a la pesadilla.
Era solo un muchacho inquieto, diamante en bruto,
En mi instituto buscaba ganarme el respeto,
Fueron tiempos felices las aulas del Jorge Juan,
El hip hop entro en mi vida y me atraco como un iman.
Pronto empece a rimar y a pillar cintas,
Mis hermanos se reian de mis pintas, pero me daba igual,
Soñaba con ser mc, Beastie Boys, Pabli Kenemi, Randy Mc,
92 era el principio.
Aunque mis feos rapeos eran vicios,
Las letras en mis libretas ya ocupaban todo el sitio,
San Blas fue el barrio, mi santuario,
Jugaba al basquet a diario en el hipodromo junto al estadio.
Baloncesto y rap eran mi vida,
Llevaba mis walkman y mi pelota ahi donde iba,
Cada Sabado volvia a casa de mi amigo tito,
Yo en ti mi rap sera mas que un rito.
Fue asi como mordi este anzuelo y comence a raparme el pelo,
Mientras soñaba con las Jordans ultimo modelo,
Botellones, rimaderos, 93 la edad del bronce,
Todo era tan distinto entonces.
Fue un proceso lento, confiaba en mi talento,
Queria grabar maquetas, lo llevaba dentro,
Con el piano de mi hermano y una radio karaoke,
Los primeros sorprendidos los colegas de mi bloque.
Mas tarde llego el duque y aporto su toque,
94 DB fue solo el primer enfoque.
Es el repaso de mis pasos y mi vida.

Y asi me divertia y reia mientras vivia,
Sabia lo que me hacia aunque muchos no comprendian,
Asi pasaban los dias y yo crecia,
Buscando mi lugar como un telefono en la CIA.
Es lo que vi vivi, el rap estaba en mi,
Lo descubri, me senti feliz al fin aqui,
Yo ya asi sin mas repaso los pasos que vi,
Entre hermanos, sueños y partidos de baloncesto creci.

Aunque a muchos no os importe, Alicante era mi corte,
Zona sur, zona norte y mis textos mi deporte,
Era el tipico bollo que hacia su rollo,
Algunos me criticaban por no verme en el meollo.
Malas caras y disputas, Madrid Zona Bruta,
Abrio el futuro a nuestro rap, y eso no hay quien lo discuta,
9.6 mi primer bolo, sin djs ni coros,
Le daba al play en un cassette y salia solo.
Era pura diversion, competicion y mensaje,
Me llamaban pa conciertos sin pagar el viaje,
Trucos llego en el 97, mejorar era basico,
Temas como esclavos salieron de ahi, son todo un clasico.
Aterrice en Sevilla, ahi se hacia buena mierda,
SFDK, La Alta Escuela, Expresion en conserva,
Junto a Nerviozzo y Zatu, la patrulla estilo,
Fue la primera vez que vi mi rap en vinilo y flipe.
Continue escribiendo sin ser experto,
En cada frase, cada pase, esperando mi momento,
Fiche por montemar, queria comerme el mundo,
Mi record de anotacion 48 puntos.
Nunca olvidare aquel tiempo,
98, 99, yo seguia aqui puliendo mi talento,
Cero por ciento fue mi primer sello, mentira,
Fue mi primera decepcion y primera explosion de ira.
Escape de ahi, busque otras vias,
Mientras creaba las teorias de la brevedad de los dias,
Fran fue mi hombre, el unico que me entendia,
Mi manager y mi colega, sin el no se donde estaria.
Es el repaso de mis pasos y mi vida.

Y asi me divertia y reia mientras vivia,
Sabia lo que me hacia aunque muchos no comprendian,
Asi pasaban los dias y yo crecia,
Buscando mi lugar como un telefono en la CIA.
Es lo que vi vivi, el rap estaba en mi,
Lo descubri, me senti feliz al fin aqui,
Yo ya asi sin mas repaso los pasos que vi,
Entre hermanos, sueños y partidos de baloncesto creci.

Reviewing My Steps

It all started in a simple way,
I wanted to have the best sneakers, be the leader of my gang,
The seed bore its fruit in front of a sewer,
And so the dream dominated the nightmare.
I was just a restless boy, a diamond in the rough,
In my high school, I sought to earn respect,
The classrooms of Jorge Juan were happy times,
Hip hop entered my life and robbed me like a magnet.
Soon I started rhyming and getting tapes,
My brothers laughed at my clothes, but I didn't care,
I dreamed of being an MC, Beastie Boys, Pabli Kenemi, Randy Mc,
92 was the beginning.
Although my ugly raps were vices,
The lyrics in my notebooks already occupied all the space,
San Blas was the neighborhood, my sanctuary,
I played basketball daily at the racetrack next to the stadium.
Basketball and rap were my life,
I carried my walkman and my ball wherever I went,
Every Saturday I went back to my friend Tito's house,
In you my rap will be more than a rite.
That's how I bit this hook and started shaving my head,
While I dreamed of the latest model Jordans,
Bottles, rhyme sessions, 93 the age of bronze,
Everything was so different then.
It was a slow process, I trusted my talent,
I wanted to record demos, I carried it inside,
With my brother's piano and a karaoke radio,
The first ones surprised were the colleagues from my block.
Later the duke arrived and contributed his touch,
94 DB was just the first approach.
It's the review of my steps and my life.

And so I had fun and laughed while I lived,
I knew what I was doing even though many didn't understand,
That's how the days went by and I grew,
Looking for my place like a phone in the CIA.
It's what I saw, I lived, rap was in me,
I discovered it, I felt happy here at last,
I just review the steps I saw,
Among brothers, dreams and basketball games I grew up.

Although many of you don't care, Alicante was my court,
South zone, north zone and my texts my sport,
I was the typical bun that did its roll,
Some criticized me for not seeing myself in the mess.
Bad faces and disputes, Madrid Zona Bruta,
Opened the future to our rap, and that's indisputable,
9.6 my first gig, without DJs or choirs,
I pressed play on a cassette and went out alone.
It was pure fun, competition and message,
They called me for concerts without paying for the trip,
Tricks arrived in 97, improvement was basic,
Songs like slaves came out of there, they are a classic.
I landed in Seville, good shit was done there,
SFDK, La Alta Escuela, Canned Expression,
Together with Nerviozzo and Zatu, the style patrol,
It was the first time I saw my rap on vinyl and I freaked out.
I continued writing without being an expert,
In each sentence, each pass, waiting for my moment,
I signed for Montemar, I wanted to eat the world,
My scoring record 48 points.
I will never forget that time,
98, 99, I was still here polishing my talent,
Zero percent was my first label, lie,
It was my first disappointment and first explosion of anger.
I escaped from there, I looked for other ways,
While creating the theories of the brevity of days,
Fran was my man, the only one who understood me,
My manager and my colleague, without him I don't know where I would be.
It's the review of my steps and my life.

And so I had fun and laughed while I lived,
I knew what I was doing even though many didn't understand,
That's how the days went by and I grew,
Looking for my place like a phone in the CIA.
It's what I saw, I lived, rap was in me,
I discovered it, I felt happy here at last,
I just review the steps I saw,
Among brothers, dreams and basketball games I grew up.