Paroles et traduction Tribade feat. Arianna Puello - Asalto

Asalto

En tu cuello, yo, Ariana Puello
Tribade

Oh, gracias Tío Sam, gracias DJ Makei
Por enseñar a odiar, el orden y la ley
Ahora quien rompe tu cuello ya no es la novia de
Partimos el beat de boom bap igual y lo sabéis

Real reconoce a real, sintes y loops
Hip Hop trajo la paz, estilo Afrika Bambaataa
Bp in Brooklyn, comunidad de hood por fin
Killing it, sueltalo so fresh, so clean, manín

Nunca nos sobró el flush, ni nos faltó el skill
El rap era cultura, no una cuestión mercantil
¡Ey! Todos esos rapers, venid a mí
Se reían de mis panas y ahora van de Latin Kings

Ahora los niños de papá quieren hacer rap
No nos duran ni en el primer round
IKe lo wá? Warap warap?
Lo hicimos sonando Tribal

Pusimo' a la academia a estudiar rap ¡Va!

Paz para el que vive, tarde pero llegué
Adrenalina fuerte pa'l que siente
Mi novio me decía que no me saldría
Que eso se nacía, que yo no podría empe-jajaja

Siempre amanecía con la melodía de
Supernafamacho
Ya no te acuerda de ná, de ná, ¡oh!

Dicen que eres libre, que tú tienes libertad
Pero la mentira es tan gorda como que no habrá
Más muertas en manos de impunes
Fachas de palabras sucias, de machiruladas
En fin, si siempre la cagas ¡coge el micro bien!
¿Tú a quién le hablas? ¿Tú a quién le hablas, eh?

Es la cocinera de sus mejores platos
Era SDJ y los Hijos Bastardos

Arriba los buscavidas, fuera mentiras
Buscábamos palpar la vida
En los 90 nací, viví en los 2000, ritmo and poetry
Respect me, yo soy MC

Domar, domar, domar el hip hop por asalto
Domar, domar, domar el hip hop por asalto
Domar, domar, domar el hip hop por asalto
Domar, domar, domar el hip hop por asalto

Soy tan fría como el hielo, versos gordos M.O.P
Píllalo free, en la calle preguntan por mí
¿De dónde ha salío' esa bitch?
Todavía les sorprende la que hemos líao'
Vinieron por el morbo, se quedaron por el gordo sound

Yo, solo le llamo papi a Kane
Nos odias o nos amas, como 50 con The Game
Me creen más lista, desde que soy artista
Y me ven soltarlo crudo a toda hostia como Twista

Tribade, primo, ain't nothing to fuck with!
Son 139 razones pa' reencarnarlo así
De Lennox al cielo, a ver qué pana lo pilla
Mira si soy friki, llamé a mi gato Jay Dilla

Dikiriti, dikirita, dikiridikiridikirití
Rappers delight la escribió Caz, no Sugar Hill
Sigo el legado con respeto a los maestros
Esto es rap en mi cuaderno, nos vemo' en el infierno

Sé que tú hablas mi idioma y que me entiendes
Porque te formaste con las letras de Public Enemy
Tienes un virus dentro de tu sangre
Se llama RITMO, ¿o no sabes qué pasó?
Pues te lo cuento yo

Años 90, el hip hop como una droga
Se inyecta por mis venas
Inspiración de la buena
Con esos ojitos que todo lo ven, nena
Me subo a este tren, porque a este tren nada lo frena

Sánchez in tha house, Ascao
Suenan los CPV represent, represent por tos laos'
Pero el verdadero caos llega con Frank Ty con su desfase
Desfase, desfase, desfase, desfase, desfase

Cada grupo, cada tema marcan una gran fase
Ready or not? Here I come, you can't hide
Nos fumamos un buen mai escuchando al Doggy style
Snoop Doggy Dog

Miro al cielo y veo a Guru exclamando: Oh my god!
MCs act like they don't know

Domar, domar, domar el hip hop por asalto
Domar, domar, domar el hip hop por asalto
Domar, domar, domar el hip hop por asalto
Domar, domar, domar el hip hop por asalto

Assault

On your neck, it's me, Arianna Puello
Tribade

Oh, thanks Uncle Sam, thanks DJ Makei
For teaching to hate, the order and the law
Now the one who breaks your neck is no longer the girlfriend of
We split the boom bap beat equally, and you know it

Real recognizes real, synths and loops
Hip Hop brought peace, Afrika Bambaataa style
Bp in Brooklyn, hood community at last
Killing it, let it go so fresh, so clean, man

We never had too much flush, nor did we lack skill
Rap was culture, not a commercial matter
Hey! All those rappers, come to me
They laughed at my buddies and now they're playing Latin Kings

Now daddy's boys want to rap
They don't last even in the first round
IKe lo wá? Warap warap?
We did it sounding Tribal

We made the academy study rap, let's go!

Peace for those who live, late but I arrived
Strong adrenaline for those who feel
My boyfriend told me I wouldn't make it
That you were born with it, that I wouldn't be able to- hahaha

I always woke up with the melody of
Supernafamacho
You don't remember anything anymore, anything, oh!

They say you are free, that you have freedom
But the lie is as big as there won't be
More dead women in the hands of the unpunished
Fascists with dirty words, with macho bullshit
Anyway, if you always screw up, grab the mic tight!
Who are you talking to? Who are you talking to, huh?

She's the cook of her best dishes
She was SDJ and the Bastard Sons

Up with the hustlers, down with the lies
We were looking to feel life
I was born in the 90s, lived in the 2000s, rhythm and poetry
Respect me, I'm an MC

Tame, tame, tame hip hop by assault
Tame, tame, tame hip hop by assault
Tame, tame, tame hip hop by assault
Tame, tame, tame hip hop by assault

I'm as cold as ice, fat verses M.O.P
Get it free, on the street they ask for me
Where did that bitch come from?
They're still surprised by what we've done
They came for the morbid, they stayed for the fat sound

Yo, I only call Kane daddy
You hate us or love us, like 50 with The Game
They think I'm smarter since I'm an artist
And they see me spitting it raw at full speed like Twista

Tribade, cousin, ain't nothing to fuck with!
There are 139 reasons to reincarnate it like this
From Lennox to heaven, let's see which homie gets it
Look how geeky I am, I named my cat Jay Dilla

Dikiriti, dikirita, dikiridikiridikirití
Rappers delight was written by Caz, not Sugar Hill
I follow the legacy with respect to the masters
This is rap in my notebook, see you in hell

I know you speak my language and that you understand me
Because you were formed with the lyrics of Public Enemy
You have a virus inside your blood
It's called RHYTHM, or don't you know what happened?
Well, I'll tell you

90s, hip hop as a drug
It's injected into my veins
Inspiration of the good kind
With those little eyes that see everything, babe
I get on this train, because nothing stops this train

Sánchez in tha house, Ascao
CPV sounds represent, represent everywhere
But the real chaos comes with Frank T with his offbeat
Offbeat, offbeat, offbeat, offbeat, offbeat

Each group, each theme mark a great phase
Ready or not? Here I come, you can't hide
We smoke a good joint listening to Doggystyle
Snoop Doggy Dog

I look at the sky and see Guru exclaiming: Oh my god!
MCs act like they don't know

Tame, tame, tame hip hop by assault
Tame, tame, tame hip hop by assault
Tame, tame, tame hip hop by assault
Tame, tame, tame hip hop by assault