Текст и перевод песни AMBKOR, Artes, Demo, Zeidah, Noult, ZPU & Dj Joaking - Nada original

Nada original

Epa!, cuantos quedan originales y genuinos por aý,
Ni una misera sudadera te va a dar lo original que seas,
Eso se lleva por dentro tio.

Original MC's Madrid BCN se juntan
Para que tu percha, tus bambas y tus creencias se fundan
Lo unico es unico, tu, tu solo copias y finges
Ser un viajero en el tiempo como en la serie de Fringe
Azlo grande y construye tu pieza de fabrica genuina
Que todos quieran tener, y no se parezca a ninguna
YO rondo la idea y tu la mareas, yo vivo el presente
De cerca y tu de lejos mientras lo tineas
HAY algo mas allá del tráfico aéreo
Lo hetereo, de azerlo de emisfero a emisfereo
PORQUE la diferencia entre tu y yo soy yo
La A bien grande, lo genuino ya volvió.

Necios en el inicio caen por vicio por cualquier precio
Acaricio los contras y los pros vajo mi juicio
Sensacion MC socios asi que dejame espacio
Camina despacio hacia tu propio precipicio
Movimientos ficticios que me puedas contar
Donde te puedan adular te puedo anular sin dudar
Asi no vas a durar medio minuto en este oficio
Esto biene de lejos como el graffiti en edificios
Ejercicio vital, transparente cual cristal
Y tu y tu plan crees que es tu concepto original
Vas mal chabal, y vale mas que agas un reset
Antes de que se te suba o antes de que te estreses.

El original, quieres volar? coje el microfono y si te
Caes, bueno, no fuerzo caligrafia
Tienen un flow super mega estelar, dame un segundo,
Pero quien te creeras?
Que les jodan yo yebo ropa mas nueva, ago que tu mejor
MC pierda, el original.

Detraas de esa rima inalcanzable construi mi nombre
Despues de todo es normal que no se te borre, hombre
Estoy con estos robles, porque soy la homer
Cuentame cual es el lugar que me corresponde
DAN, DAN, menos de lo que cuentan
VAN, VAN, hacia un plan desde que no regresan
EsTAN, TAN, frios como mi nevera
La real dama de la fiesta se que no hay otra igual
Es una pena intentan disuadirme
Sigo en la misma direccion desde que empece
No uso la pose pa vestirme todos somos libres
Tu puedes etiquetarme pero haré la misma mierda
Asta que tenga que morirme.

De calle puede ablar cualquiera
De bloqes, de lios, de esquinas, de aceras, cualquiera
Pero cualquiera no es creible
Ay muchos que rapean como un cualquiera INCREIBLE
Nadie resalta en esta 'skait' light
Son 'hait' likes del 'jait' que nos venden
Que los MCs no mienten? se entiende
Siempre que busquen publico en vez de clientes (shh)
Y siguen sin salirles las cuentas
De cuantas vezes afirman estar de vuleta
Con nueva crew, nuevos juks, nuevas poses
Con nuevo look, nuvas looks nuevas vozes
Se olvidaron de los senseis
Pero todos los cagamos
Lo que hay es lo que ves
Sigue probando chico, you are fresh

El original, quieres volar? coje el microfono y si te caes,
Bueno, no fuerzo caligrafia
Tienen un flow super mega estelar, dame un segundo, pero
Quien te creeras?
Que les jodan yo yebo ropa mas nueva, ago que tu mejor MC
Pierda, el original.

Cada nuevo bajo el sol un bit bueno si lo cato
No me creo tu farol fuera hay tanto ingrato
Tanto bato, loco, los que bajo el foco, lo, comun es que
Aparenten
Si no noto ajo de aqui no quiero saber na
Parto las sonrisas de jerna la esencia del hip-hop no es
La musica moderna es eterna
Como luz de una lucierna caer su rap es como caminar sin
Una pierna
Si sigo siendo yo 3 discos despues, aunque les cueste asumirlo
PUEDEN fardar y no largan lo que deben
Y luego viven con mujeres mas abiertas que un seven eleven
Le disteis la apariencia de una Barbie, la casa con jardin
Y su novio en una harley
La de 40 quiere ser un angel de Charlie, el unico y realmente original era Bob Marley

Hasta aquie llegó la cinta, chica
No soy purista pero el rap para bailar en pistas
Que lo haga otro artista, oportunista
Lo mas cenca que estaras de Ceini Weast
Es luciendo esas gafunis con las que no ves
En mi MP3 suenan pepinos que no caben en el tuyo
Antes te aludo que escuchar un bolo de tu grupo
Escupo rap sin mas, acerlo puro y te juro
Que antes me veras pagando maques que vendiendo el culo (son)
Leyes de vida para mi principios basicos
Os combierto temas nuevos en clasicos fanaticos
Escuchan escondidas quieren ser mi fotocopia
Soy Ambkor el unico underground con gira propia

El original, quieres volar? coje el microfono y si te caes,
Bueno, no fuerzo caligrafia
Tienen un flow super mega estelar, dame un segundo, pero
Quien te creeras?
Que les jodan yo yebo ropa mas nueva, ago que tu mejor MC
Pierda, el original.

Ah, yeah, Artes, esto es Amkor, loco,
Zeidah, cria cuervos, es Demo, ZPU
N-o-u-l-t, sueña que no estas triste
Nada original, solo rap original blogstar
Es lo que hay, seis MCs en tu cara, aqui lo tienes.

Nothing original

Hey!, how many originals and genuine are left out there,
Not a single sweatshirt is going to give you how original you are,
That is carried inside, man.

Original MC's Madrid BCN get together
So that your hanger, your sneakers and your beliefs merge
The unique is unique, you, you only copy and pretend
To be a time traveler like in the Fringe series
Make it big and build your genuine factory piece
That everyone wants to have, and does not look like any
I go around the idea and you blur it, I live the present
Up close and you from afar while you taint it
THERE is something beyond air traffic
The hetero, of doing it from hemisphere to hemisphere
BECAUSE the difference between you and me is me
The A very large, the genuine is back.

Fools at the beginning fall by vice for any price
I caress the cons and pros under my judgment
MC Sensation partners so give me space
Walk slowly towards your own precipice
Fictional movements that you can tell me
Where they can flatter you I can cancel you without hesitation
That way you're not going to last half a minute in this trade
This comes from afar like graffiti on buildings
Vital exercise, transparent as glass
And you and your plan think it's your original concept
You're going wrong kid, and it's better if you reset
Before it gets to your head or before you get stressed.

The original, you wanna fly? take the microphone and if you
Fall, well, I don't force calligraphy
They have a super mega stellar flow, give me a second,
But who will believe you?
Fuck them I wear newer clothes, I make your best
MC lose, the original.

Behind that unattainable rhyme I built my name
After all, it's normal that it doesn't fade from you, man
I'm with these oak trees, because I'm the homer
Tell me what is the place that corresponds to me
GIVE, GIVE, less than they count
GO, GO, towards a plan since they don't come back
They ARE, SO, cold as my refrigerator
The real lady of the party I know there is no other like it
It's a shame they try to dissuade me
I'm still going in the same direction since I started
I don't use the pose to dress we are all free
You can label me but I'll do the same shit
Until I have to die.

Anyone can talk about the street
Of blocks, of messes, of corners, of sidewalks, anyone
But anyone is not credible
There are many who rap like anyone AMAZING
No one stands out in this 'skate' light
They are 'hate' likes of the 'hype' that they sell us
That MCs don't lie? it is understood
Whenever they look for an audience instead of clients (shh)
And they still can't make ends meet
How many times do they claim to be back
With new crew, new jukes, new poses
With new look, new looks new voices
They forgot about the senseis
But we all shit them
What there is is what you see
Keep trying kid, you are fresh

The original, you wanna fly? take the microphone and if you fall,
Well, I don't force calligraphy
They have a super mega stellar flow, give me a second, but
Who will believe you?
Fuck them I wear newer clothes, I make your best MC
Lose, the original.

Every new one under the sun a good beat if I try it
I don't believe your bluff there's so much ungrateful out there
So much bato, crazy, those who under the spotlight, lo, common is that
They pretend
If I don't notice garlic from here I don't want to know anything
I split the jerky smiles the essence of hip-hop is not
Modern music is eternal
Like the light of a firefly falling their rap is like walking without
A leg
If I continue to be me 3 albums later, even if it costs them to assume it
THEY CAN brag and they don't release what they should
And then they live with women more open than a 7-Eleven
You gave it the look of a Barbie, the house with a garden
And her boyfriend on a Harley
The 40 year old wants to be a Charlie's Angel, the one and only truly original was Bob Marley

This is where the tape ends, girl
I'm not a purist but rap to dance on tracks
Let another artist, opportunist do it
The closest you'll get to Kanye West
Is wearing those glasses you can't see with
On my MP3 player cucumbers sound that don't fit in yours
I'll hail you before listening to a gig from your group
I spit rap without further ado, make it pure and I swear to you
That you'll see me paying maques before selling my ass (son)
Laws of life for my basic principles
I turn new themes into classic fanatics for you
They listen hidden they want to be my photocopy
I am Ambkor the only underground with its own tour

The original, you wanna fly? take the microphone and if you fall,
Well, I don't force calligraphy
They have a super mega stellar flow, give me a second, but
Who will believe you?
Fuck them I wear newer clothes, I make your best MC
Lose, the original.

Ah, yeah, Artes, this is Amkor, dude,
Zeidah, raise ravens, it's Demo, ZPU
N-o-u-l-t, dream you're not sad
Nothing original, only original rap blogstar
It is what it is, six MCs in your face, here you have it.