Текст и перевод песни Aczino - El Fucking King (Remix)

El Fucking King (Remix)

Mi rima es pura dinamita,
Intenta imitarlo y te decapitan
Traen madera de raperos yo un enjambre de termitas,
Quieres versos? esperate que te atiendo orita,
Mientras me los tiendo estan lloviendo rimas bien bonitas,
Todos viendo como estos dos gordos huevos gritan,
Pues le jure amor al micro desde la primera cita,
Podran sentirse grandes chiquititas,
Pero contra aczino se chingan y ese placer nadie me lo quita,
Hemafroditas, estan hablando de mi,
Yo dando fotos y entrevistas fuera de mi pais,
(Tu solo eres un freestyler no sirves como mc),
Mi free no es mejor que mis rolas pero que las tuyas si,
Que coincidencia y que risa,
Que los que me digan eso sean putas que no improvisan,
Debe doler que improvisando yo saque 8 versos,
Mejores que los 40 que escribes con tanto esfuerzo.

Hip hop duro, hadcore duro,
Son los mc4,
Pon la cara contra el muro,
Tienes razon en esto de rap no e avanzado mucho,
Empeze de cero y apenas soy el numero uno,
Hip hop duro, harcore duro,
Son los mc4,
Pon la cara contra el mura,
Dame una a, dame una c,
Dame el micro y el puño,
Tu novia te ropio el corazon yo te parto el culo.

Mi homies no traen plata, en los bolsillos si no planta,
A ellos les gusta el hardcore no usan saco ni corbata,
Se pasan la fogata, riendose en la caminata,
Con pupila dilata, y los ojos escarlata,
No se que da mas pena si los gays que te contratan,
Las gatas que te retratan,
O tu rap que esta bien pata,
Este rap trata, de que te maltrata,
De que tus letras aca atras estan en pose de cleopatra,
Transporta, mi flow te trastorna, orita voy por mas,
Tus rimas se conforman,
Apenas los conocen tres metros a la redonda,
Tienen tres seguidores y ya se sienten la onda,
Desde que empece esta mierda soy detonador de bombas,
Preguntale a los weyes de las leyes de reforma,
Envidiado por los gallos porque rimo de esta forma,
Me siento como la guapa que es odiada por las gordas.

Hip hop duro, hadcore duro,
Son los mc4,
Pon la cara contra el muro,
Tienes razon en esto de rap no e avanzado mucho,
Empeze de cero y apenas soy el numero uno,
Hip hop duro, harcore duro,
Son los mc4,
Pon la cara contra el mura,
Dame una a, dame una c,
Dame el micro y el puño,
Tu novia te ropio el corazon yo te parto el culo.

Estoy volando fuera de limite permitido, fundido,
Como difunto apunto de ser pan comido,
Soy el jugador mas valioso y reconocido,
Tu ponte a regar la cancha cuando termine el partido,
Estupidos, tengo versos bien fluidos, y contigo,
Hasta decir que esta podrido, es un cumplido,
Soy un ibrido, entre ser humano y ruido,
No tomo el liquido, pero el micro tomo y liquido,
E oido, a primitivos, mencionar que lo que escribo,
El sentido esta perdido, por hacerlo fluido,
Para la otra voy a sacar un disco con instructivo,
Y dibujitos coroleables pa que estes entretenido,
Y vengo esperando a que el pinchie, se pinche el dj,
Hace 14 empece el rap, hace 10 años el skate,
No lo sabias porque no estuviste aqui okei?,
Asi que callas o gritas! larga vida al rey!

The Fucking King (Remix)

My rhyme is pure dynamite, baby,
Try to imitate it and you’ll get decapitated
They bring wood from rappers, I bring a swarm of termites,
You want verses? Wait, I’ll tend to you right now,
While I’m spitting, really beautiful rhymes are raining down,
Everyone's watching these two fat guys scream,
Well, I swore love to the mic from the first date,
They can feel big, little girl,
But against Aczino they shit themselves and nobody takes that pleasure away from me,
Hermaphrodites, they are talking about me,
I'm giving photos and interviews outside my country,
(You're just a freestyler, you're no good as an mc),
My freestyle is not better than my tracks but it is better than yours, yeah,
What a coincidence and what a laugh,
That those who tell me that are whores who don't improvise,
It must hurt that by improvising I get 8 verses,
Better than the 40 you write with so much effort.

Hard hip hop, hard hardcore,
That's MC4,
Put your face against the wall,
You're right, in this rap thing I haven’t progressed much,
I started from scratch and I'm barely number one,
Hard hip hop, hard hardcore,
That's MC4,
Put your face against the wall,
Give me an A, give me a C,
Give me the mic and the fist,
Your girlfriend broke your heart, I’ll break your ass.

My homies don’t carry money in their pockets, but weed,
They like hardcore, they don’t wear suits or ties,
They pass the torch, laughing on the walk,
With dilated pupils and scarlet eyes,
I don't know what's more pathetic, the gays that hire you,
The chicks that portray you,
Or your rap that's really lame,
This rap is about mistreating you,
About your lyrics back there being in the Cleopatra pose,
Transport, my flow upsets you, right now I'm going for more,
Your rhymes conform,
They are barely known three meters around,
They have three followers and they already feel the wave,
Since I started this shit I'm a bomb detonator,
Ask the law reform guys,
Envied by the roosters because I rhyme like this,
I feel like the pretty girl who is hated by the fat ones.

Hard hip hop, hard hardcore,
That's MC4,
Put your face against the wall,
You're right, in this rap thing I haven’t progressed much,
I started from scratch and I'm barely number one,
Hard hip hop, hard hardcore,
That's MC4,
Put your face against the wall,
Give me an A, give me a C,
Give me the mic and the fist,
Your girlfriend broke your heart, I’ll break your ass.

I'm flying out of bounds, baby, melted,
Like a dead man about to be eaten bread,
I'm the most valuable and recognized player,
You start watering the field when the game is over,
Stupid, I have very fluid verses, and with you,
Even saying it's rotten is a compliment,
I'm a hybrid, between human and noise,
I don't drink the liquid, but I take the mic and liquidate it,
I've heard primitives mention that what I write,
The meaning is lost by making it fluid,
Next time I'm going to release an album with instructions,
And colorable cartoons to keep you entertained,
And I'm waiting for the DJ to pinch himself,
I started rapping at 14, skating at 10,
You didn’t know because you weren’t here, okay?,
So you shut up or scream! Long live the king!