Paroles et traduction Pedro Mo - Hip Hop

Hip Hop

Can't stop, won't stop
Veinticinco en el o'clock
Top rock, trago, calle, puyas hoy son semillas en mi block
Ocho días a la semana no me apagan el motor
El Hip hop es mi religión

Hip Hop no es mi puta, es mi pata: un psicópata sin plata
No se empata por un par de chatas
No se achata ni es muy alharaca, es de chacra, de cloaca
Apuesta por las justas, no se asusta de una placa
No es la marca en tu ropero
Es comunero defendiendo al pueblo a punta de huaraca
(Porsiaca) No será taita, pero aquí sus palabras son la patria de mis lacras
La terapia de tus hijos, la utopía en cada lata

Usa la boca como AK y mata (Mata)
Más que el alquitrán y el crack, mucho más que el APRA
Que la leche de Apronax, que tecnócratas en bata
Que atan su cara, corbata, su moral barata
Se levanta, prende llanta, marcha por el mapa
No lo atrapan los discursos, mucho menos los del Papa
Esta es la etapa en que no aguanta hipocresías
Hoy escribe poesía por la autonomía en Chiapas

Porque hoy me toca organizarme, siempre pa' lante mi bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Porque hoy me toca levantarme, siempre de frente mi bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Porque hoy me toca organizarme, siempre pa' lante mi bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Porque hoy me toca levantarme, siempre de frente mi bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)

Disparan siempre comparecientes
Están presentes, no pasarán
Los militares en calles vitales es quitarles canales y darles verdad
Pan, libertad, mediocridad
La calidad de tu vida si el medio denigra, que cobra las sobras de migas que olvidas gastar en el bar
De esquina a esquina movida la vive, es la acogida masiva que pide
Música libre, fuera del bussiness para sentir que es ser gángster
Criado pa' ser libertario, no esclavo
Un mercado que quiere que gaste
Hasta el banco que quiere cobrarte en cámara lenta, colonizarte

Runa kero llaktamanta qampisunkicha
Chay wiracocha sinchi yana kaika
Tukuy yawar ninchis quespin kaiku
Chay colquemanta chillpin kutimuranchu
Soncco cusis pacca tukuy atikun
Pampachamuni apullay uyahuanquichu, manachu?
Ay mamallay mama sara lagua
Ruaskayquimanta yuyaspa llaquicamuni

Hip Hop, runasimi pa' mi símil
Este es el misil junto a Arguedas y Mariátegui, mi bro
Hip Hop, runasimi pa' mi símil
Este es el misil junto a Arguedas y Mariátegui, mi bro

Porque hoy me toca organizarme, siempre pa' lante mi bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Porque hoy me toca levantarme, siempre de frente mi bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Porque hoy me toca organizarme, siempre pa' lante mi bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Porque hoy me toca levantarme, siempre de frente mi bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)

Hip Hop

Can't stop, won't stop
Twenty-five on the o'clock
Top rock, drink, street, puyas today are seeds in my block
Eight days a week can't turn off my engine
Hip hop is my religion

Hip Hop is not my bitch, it's my pal: a psychopath with no money
Can't be tamed by a couple of beers
Doesn't flatten or get too showy, it's from the slums, from the sewers
Bets on the righteous, isn't afraid of a police badge
Not the brand in your closet
It's a community defender defending the people with a slingshot
Just in case you didn't know, he won't be a father, but his words here are the homeland of my thugs
The therapy for your kids, the utopia in every can

Uses his mouth like an AK and kills (Kills)
Worse than tar and crack, much worse than APRA
Than Apronax milk, than technocrats in white coats
Who tie up their faces, ties, their cheap morality
Stands up, lights up a tire, marches across the map
Can't be caught by speeches, much less by the Pope's
This is the stage where I can't put up with hypocrisy
Today I write poetry about autonomy in Chiapas

Because today it's my turn to get organized, always forward my bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Because today it's my turn to stand up, always in front my bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Because today it's my turn to get organized, always forward my bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Because today it's my turn to stand up, always in front my bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)

Always present with their summonses
They're present, they won't pass
Soldiers in vital streets is to take away channels and give them truth
Bread, freedom, mediocrity
The quality of your life if the environment degrades, that collects the scraps you forget to spend at the bar
From corner to corner, it's a lively life, it's the mass support that it asks for
Free music, outside of business to feel what it's like to be a gangster
Raised to be a libertarian, not a slave
A market that wants me to spend
Even the bank that wants to charge me in slow motion, to colonize me

Runa kero llaktamanta qampisunkicha
Chay wiracocha sinchi yana kaika
Tukuy yawar ninchis quespin kaiku
Chay colquemanta chillpin kutimuranchu
Soncco cusis pacca tukuy atikun
Pampachamuni apullay uyahuanquichu, manachu?
Ay mamallay mama sara lagua
Ruaskayquimanta yuyaspa llaquicamuni

Hip Hop, Quechua for my similes
This is the missile next to Arguedas and Mariátegui, my bro
Hip Hop, Quechua for my similes
This is the missile next to Arguedas and Mariátegui, my bro

Because today it's my turn to get organized, always forward my bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Because today it's my turn to stand up, always in front my bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Because today it's my turn to get organized, always forward my bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Because today it's my turn to stand up, always in front my bro
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)