Paroles et traduction SFDK - Despedida y cierre (que os follen)

Despedida y cierre (que os follen)

Sentado en el water pensaba en ti mientras mantenía un debate bis a bis.
Que trataba sobre los Mc's de mensaje y combate.
Y este canino viene con este estado bajo de animo.
Y un pasado anémico brindo me un titulo académico.
En esto de dar por culo, y me cansa veros pensar asi.
Yo con speech viaje a Tennessee y vote al presidente Erick B.
Epmd me brindo la primera instrumental para rapear encima.
Cross over, hoy voy por las tarimas y las tengo to' sobas.
Kosovas parecen las técnicas que utilizo
2002 me deslizo, tirador franco en el cuarto piso.
Asi que cuidado, antes de cruzar vigila a los lado.
Porque igual que conductores tambien hay Mc's que son demasiado malos.
Y siguen anclados pensados que estamos equivocados.
Y que luego te pillan un micro y no saben na' mas que pegarle bocados.! joder¡ estilo de vida del raper frustrado.
Asi suena, querías tener mas huevos que nadie y te callo encima media docena.
Yo no se na' pero nunca pensé que Mos Def fuera el mecías.
Y seguía escuchando d.i.t.c dia tras dia.
Crecía, sin llegar a ser un vieja escuela todavía.
Pillaba un boli y escribía y lo hacía con este careto de melancolía.
Mucho bollos todavía os quean que come marineritos de agua dulce.
Al final se descubre el pastel y ya no reluce.
Os consideró como hombres de pocas luces.
Yo tambien estuve bajo un hechizo y ya lo deshice.
Me cago en frodo, sigo controlando técnica y modo
Y de todos modos con solo un track en el codo yo contra todos.
Mi apodo sigue siendo uno por tema y como lema,
Sigo haciendo una canción con cada problema que me quema.
¿Queréis encauzar al rap por vuestros valles y montañas
Sin pensar que hay una maña distinta en cada lado de España?
Bien me quema y pa quemaduras en el alma no hay crema.
Yo se que si mi rap un dia se frena.
Mi dj me condena me manda a la trena.
Allí a la sombra a fumar yerba buena.
Maldito sitio donde los castillos son de aire, y no de arena.
Hoy tengo sangre en las venas Alexis habrá que derramarla.
Hoy ni mensaje ni competi.libertad de rapeo y caras largas y...
Que os follen.

Farewell and Closure (Fuck You All)

Sitting on the toilet, I thought about you while having a one-on-one debate.
It was about message-driven MCs and battle rappers.
And this dog comes in with this low mood.
And a pasty, anemic past gave me an academic title.
In this ass-kicking business, and it tires me to see you think like that.
With speech, I traveled to Tennessee and voted for President Erick B.
Epmd gave me the first instrumental to rap on.
Cross over, today I go on stages and I have them all under control.
The techniques I use seem like Kosovas.
2002, I slide in, a sniper on the fourth floor.
So be careful, before crossing, watch your sides.
Because just like drivers, there are also MCs who are too bad.
And they remain anchored, thinking that we are wrong.
And then they grab a mic and don't know anything more than to bite it! Fuck! The lifestyle of a frustrated rapper.
That's how it sounds, you wanted to have more balls than anyone and half a dozen fell on you.
I don't know anything, but I never thought Mos Def was the messiah.
And I kept listening to D.I.T.C day after day.
I grew up, without becoming an old school yet.
I grabbed a pen and wrote, and I did it with this melancholic face.
You still have a lot of buns left to eat, you freshwater sailors.
In the end, the cake is uncovered and it no longer shines.
I consider you men of little light.
I was also under a spell and I already broke it.
Fuck Frodo, I keep controlling technique and mode.
And anyway, with just one track on my elbow, me against everyone.
My nickname is still one per song and as a motto,
I keep making a song with every problem that burns me.
Do you want to channel rap through your valleys and mountains?
Without thinking that there is a different skill in each side of Spain?
It burns me well, and for burns in the soul there is no cream.
I know that if my rap ever stops.
My DJ condemns me, sends me to jail.
There, in the shade, to smoke peppermint.
Damn place where castles are made of air, not sand.
Today I have blood in my veins, Alexis, we will have to spill it.
Today, no message, no competition. Freedom of rap and long faces and...
Fuck you all.