Paroles et traduction Valete - Pseudo MCs (feat. Bónus)

Pseudo MCs (feat. Bónus)

[Bnus]
Wak mcs nao tem diploma mas sao doutorados,
Vem ja atrofiados e com o crnio inacabado,
Pensamento ta lesionado, o som vem intoxicado,
Reincarnaces de um pneu suplente furado.
[Valete]
Pseudos vao para camas de hospital com os versos em brasa
E falam comigo agora reclamam por eutanasia,
E rimas frias vazias, s teoria e pouca pratica,
Voces estao abaixo de zero, representam a antarctica.
[Bnus]
Waks vem com bla bla bla mas levam logo corte,
Nao tem o foco em dote, nao ha quem vos suporte
Wak mc, rap contigo nao condiz mas isso nao ves
Lancas-te no mercado mas nem a tua krew compra os cds.
[Valete]
Orador infeliz, aprendiz de aprendiz
Em guerra lirica pseudo mcs sao refugees
Valete mc de raiz, hip-hop directriz,
Na hora de te eliminar eu tenho o apoio do green peace.
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Refrao:
Valete e Bnus the kid agora neste (?)
Ja chega de ver fake mcs a mexer naquilo que meu
Voces nao estao prontos para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
Waks e byters nao tem espaco aqui no movimento
Nao da pra ti modafucka tens que ser mais convincente
Nunca vais tar pronto para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
---
[Bnus]
Posso falar no singular mas a mensagem plural,
Tu e os teus pares sao o fim da decadencia verbal,
Esse teu mic handycap anormal e surreal,
Concentras mais porcaria que um aterro universal.
[Valete]
Pseudo interpretaste ritmo e poesia na forma errnea,
Nunca soubeste rimar mas sabes curar insnias,
Agora nao fazes cerimnias para rimar aquilo que nao teu,
Se queres ser liricista leva um neurnio meu.
[Bnus]
Tu s hip-hoppio, por favor mantm-te sbrio,
Dizer que rimas quereres-te enganar a ti prprio,
(?) comigo ilusao, gigantes nao vem micrbios,
S o pior rapper do ano, ja podes pisar o pdio.
[Valete]
Causas tdio, mau cheiro vem por teu intermdio,
Tu nao tens fas, s as moscas que te fazem assdio,
Praga sem remdio, estagnado no primeiro milnio,
Tu s um plagiador e fazes de mim o teu oxignio.
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Refrao:
Valete e Bnus the kid agora neste (?)
Ja chega de ver fake mcs a mexer naquilo que meu
Voces nao estao prontos para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
Waks e byters nao tem espaco aqui no movimento
Nao da pra ti modafucka tens que ser mais convincente
Nunca vais tar pronto para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
---
[Bnus]
Yo deixa o mau gnio, para que tanta teimosia,
Ja mais que sabido que nao existe a lenda porcaria,
Navegante da pia, lirico-hemorragia,
Se um dia o rap vivesse de ti o movimento falecia.
[Valete]
Ficaste fora do prazo, gasto, agora rap holocausto,
A voz uma arma, voces nunca vao ter cadastro,
Rimador de rastos, musiclogo nefasto,
S pai dos teus beats, mas eles chamam-te padrasto.
[Bnus]
Yo voces multiplicam-se para fazer cair a cultura,
Mas ela duradora e nao aceita a vossa assinatura,
Tou farto dos teus absurdos, tenta aprender com os graudos,
Senao continuaras wak mc at no meio de surdos.
[Valete]
Na tua zona a lentidao de pensamento a unica verdade,
At as loiras sao apanhadas em excesso de velocidade,
Rap nao para ti chaval s para pensadores enrgicos,
Isto maratona verbal, voces sao paraplgicos!
(Agora esses manos tem uma esferografica e um papel e ja pensam que sao mcs...
Man, onde que esta o Q.I.? o crebro que escreve, huh.)
Refrao:
Valete e Bnus the kid agora neste (?)
Ja chega de ver fake mcs a mexer naquilo que meu
Voces nao estao prontos para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
Waks e byters nao tem espaco aqui no movimento
Nao da pra ti modafucka tens que ser mais convincente
Nunca vais tar pronto para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!

Pseudo MCs (feat. Bónus)

[Bónus]
Wak MCs ain't got diplomas, but they act like scholars,
Coming in all atrophied, their skulls still hollow,
Thoughts are all infected, their sound, a toxic follow,
Reincarnations of a flat spare tire, I'd say, "Yo, swallow."
[Valete]
Pseudos head to hospital beds, their verses on fire,
Talking to me now, begging for euthanasia's pyre,
Empty and cold rhymes, all theory, lacking the fire,
You're below zero, representing Antarctica's choir.
[Bónus]
Waks come with bla bla bla, but quickly get cut short,
Focus ain't your forte, can't stand your support,
Wak MC, rap doesn't suit you, can't you see the retort?
You launched yourself on the market, but even your crew won't buy your records, that's the report.
[Valete]
Unhappy orator, apprentice of an apprentice's plight,
In lyrical warfare, pseudo MCs are refugees in the night,
Valete, MC from the roots, hip-hop's guiding light,
When it's time to eliminate you, even Greenpeace will join the fight.
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Chorus:
Valete and Bónus the kid, in this joint we ignite,
Enough of fake MCs messing with what is rightfully mine,
You're not ready to walk here, in the underground confine,
Puiu puiu, get lost, puiu puiu, it's our time to shine!
Waks and biters, no space for you in this movement's core,
Can't do it, modafucka, you gotta be convincing, that's for sure,
You'll never be ready to walk here, in the underground's allure,
Puiu puiu, get lost, puiu puiu, the underground is secure!
---
[Bónus]
I speak in singular, but the message is for the crowd,
You and your peers are the end of verbal decay, so loud,
Your mic skills are handicapped, abnormal and surreal, endow,
You concentrate more garbage than a universal landfill, I vow.
[Valete]
Pseudo, you interpreted rhythm and poetry in the wrong way, astray,
Never knew how to rhyme, but you can cure insomnia, they say,
Now you don't hesitate to rhyme what isn't yours, come what may,
If you wanna be a lyricist, take one of my neurons, and be on your way.
[Bónus]
You're a hip-hoppio, please, stay sober, don't sway,
Saying you can rhyme, you're just fooling yourself, it's okay,
(?) with me, illusion, giants don't see microbes, they pray,
You're the worst rapper of the year, you can step on the podium, hooray!
[Valete]
You cause boredom, bad smell comes through your interlude, it's true,
You don't have fans, only flies that harass you, boo hoo,
A plague with no remedy, stuck in the first millennium, it's you,
You're a plagiarist, and you make me your oxygen, it's askew.
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Chorus:
Valete and Bónus the kid, in this joint we ignite,
Enough of fake MCs messing with what is rightfully mine,
You're not ready to walk here, in the underground confine,
Puiu puiu, get lost, puiu puiu, it's our time to shine!
Waks and biters, no space for you in this movement's core,
Can't do it, modafucka, you gotta be convincing, that's for sure,
You'll never be ready to walk here, in the underground's allure,
Puiu puiu, get lost, puiu puiu, the underground is secure!
---
[Bónus]
Yo, leave the bad temper, why so much stubbornness, it's a plea,
It's more than known that the legend of crap doesn't exist, you see,
Sink navigator, lyrical hemorrhage, eternally,
If rap ever depended on you, the movement would cease to be.
[Valete]
You're past your prime, worn out, now it's rap holocaust, that's the key,
Voice as a weapon, you'll never have the registration, believe me,
Rhymer of scraps, music logo so nefarious, can't you see?
You're the father of your beats, but they call you stepfather, ironically.
[Bónus]
Yo, you multiply to bring down the culture, it's a shame,
But it's enduring and doesn't accept your signature, it's the game,
I'm tired of your absurdities, try to learn from the greats, acclaim,
Otherwise you'll remain a wak MC, even among the deaf, it's a shame.
[Valete]
In your zone, slow thinking is the only truth, it's insane,
Even blondes get caught speeding, it's a pain,
Rap is not for you, kid, it's for energetic thinkers, maintain,
This is a verbal marathon, and you're all paraplegic, it's plain!
(Now these dudes have a pen and paper and think they're MCs...
Man, where's the IQ? The brain that writes, huh.)
Chorus:
Valete and Bónus the kid, in this joint we ignite,
Enough of fake MCs messing with what is rightfully mine,
You're not ready to walk here, in the underground confine,
Puiu puiu, get lost, puiu puiu, it's our time to shine!
Waks and biters, no space for you in this movement's core,
Can't do it, modafucka, you gotta be convincing, that's for sure,
You'll never be ready to walk here, in the underground's allure,
Puiu puiu, get lost, puiu puiu, the underground is secure!