Текст и перевод песни Apache feat. Pandesousa - Identidad

Identidad

Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Esto se puso bueno
Dilo
Ye, ye, ye, ye, ye...
Es pandemonio con apache,
Guatire y las minas...
Pa tu falta de identidad,
Esto es afinando... you know how we...
Y dice así
Willy meya agarra ahi

Miles de agrupaciones sin identidad,
Que cantan lo que esta de moda para pegar con facilidad,
Cambia de genero y pierden la originalidad,
La calidad, la esencia y la naturalidad (you)
No los critico porque ese es su realidad,
Unos lo hacen por una causa y otro por necesidad,
Y eso es falta de creatividad, variedad y autenticidad,
La gente de aquí como que tiene otra mentalidad.
Hacer un casting tomar veinte retratos,
Elegir cinco pelagatos y hacerlo firmar un contrato,
Después le ofrecen money por un largo rato,
Y terminan transformandole desde el pelo hasta los zapatos.

Bienvenido al campeonato,
En donde viejos y novatos a diario sueñan con el estrellato,
Pero si tu vieras lo caro que sale lo barato,
Cuando se quiere obtener la fama de inmediato.
Ocupar espinaculo del espectáculo,
Es pasar por encima de cualquier obstáculo y vencerlo,
Ya que una cosa es conocer el camino
Y otra muy diferente recorrerlo.
Es que los explotan, juegan con ellos a la pelota
Los alborotan, los agotan y después lo rotan,
A otros los botan, por eso yo sigo en mi flota,
Callándoles la bocota, para que dejen su nota.

A los artista de afuera los tratan burde fino
Le dan camerino, con comida, champaña y vino,
Le ponen pirotecnia, luces y hasta ingeniero,
Cobran un realero y a los teloneros ni un pampero
Ni viático, ni dinero, treinta minuto pa los raperos
Y como dos horas para los extranjeros
Sabiendo que los de aquí tienen que ser primero,
Tracalero, por vende patria, y paga prote ya no los quiero.
Cual es su preferencia, cual es su conveniencia,
Si sabemos que esa orden proviene de la alta gerencia
Por eso es que creamos nuestra propia agencia,
Somos independiente y con diez años de experiencia.
Déme lo mío y no me digas ni pío,
Que yo no fío y muchos menos esos que no son panas míos
Quizás con esta canción me busque un lío
Pero no importa porque de mejores sitios me han corrio.

Es el apache, junto junto al pande
Conexión con Guatire, celebrando a lo grande
Con una moña e crippy y una botella e brandy
Para que los contrincante para acá no se manden.
Y dice es el apache, junto junto al pande,
Conexión con las minas, celebrando a lo grande,
Con mi disco afinando, y una botella e brandy
Para que los componentes para acá no se manden.

Dichas agrupaciones sin identidad no juran y perjuran,
Serle fiel hasta supuesta cultura, eso es sirvenguenzura,
Dejan que cambie su aspecto físico,
Y los ponen a escoger entre diez mil nombres artísticos.
Las tijeras y su propietario, hacen solidario
Pa que no te vistas tu, te vistan como súper Mario,
Varios, lucen como recién salido del armario,
Y lo forran en oro, como el Hombre Bicentenario.
Todos ellos al igual que uno escucharon Dynois,
Y le cambiaron la apariencia por delante y por ditroiy
Lo llevan a un canal de Tv pa poner el disco en venta,
Le piden que improvisen y terminan lanzando letras.
Ellos, son títeres de su propio parque temático,
Y nos ven como si fuéramos Capos del narcotráfico,
Te regatean si uno de vaina pide los viático,
Cuando viene mi turno le bajan al inalámbrico.

Y uno quiere que se escuche de aquí a Taipei,
Estos mismo empresario aquí inventaron esa ley
Al bajar te regalan un cachito y un gatorade,
Y luego montaran la mezcla de Simon Díaz con Link Wray.
Pandemonio y Apa hace un llamado a esa gente
Que creen que esto es papa y con ellos juegan papa caliente,
Que seguiremos dando luz a los que calzan treintisiete,
Mientras nuestro cerebro no siga mandando corriente.
Los parajitos preñaos te dejan ese ojo mas morao,
Que la estación chacao y te tiene dando vuelta un buen rato,
Pa′ que termines siendo un marioneta de estos magnate,
Que comieron mierda y nunca lavaron un plato.
Sin afinar mucho fue el primer llamado,
De un vocero que les quiso llamar la tensión rapeando,
Y en el 2010 pero en defensa propia
Por el rap de aquí nos unimos pa' seguí afinando.

Sanabria otra vez estructurando la estumental
Dilo
Apoyando un grano de arena al disco de Apache
Afinando representa
Vamos
Flow Gallery en la produccion
El mtematico del rap
En complicidad con Jorge Herrera.

Identity

Yo, yo, yo, yo...
This is getting good
Say it
Ye, ye, ye, ye, ye...
It's pandemonium with Apache,
Guatire and the girls...
For your lack of identity,
This is getting fine-tuned... you know how we...
And it goes like this
Willy meya take it from here

Thousands of groups without identity,
Singing what's trendy to easily succeed,
Changing genres and losing originality,
Quality, essence, and naturalness (you)
I don't criticize them because that's their reality,
Some do it for a cause and others out of necessity,
And that's a lack of creativity, variety, and authenticity,
People here seem to have a different mentality.
Holding a casting, taking twenty portraits,
Choosing five nobodies and making them sign a contract,
Then offering them money for a long time,
And ending up transforming them from their hair to their shoes.

Welcome to the championship,
Where veterans and rookies dream of stardom every day,
But if you only knew how expensive cheap can be,
When you want to achieve fame immediately.
To occupy the spotlight,
Is to overcome any obstacle and conquer it,
Since one thing is to know the path
And another very different thing is to walk it.
They exploit them, play ball with them
They excite them, exhaust them, and then rotate them,
Others are discarded, that's why I stay in my fleet,
Shutting their mouths, so they leave their mark.

Foreign artists are treated with fine manners
They get a dressing room, with food, champagne, and wine,
They get pyrotechnics, lights, and even an engineer,
They charge a fortune and the opening acts don't even get a penny
No per diem, no money, thirty minutes for rappers
And like two hours for foreigners
Knowing that the locals should come first,
Crooks, for selling out the country, and paying protection, I don't want them anymore.
What is their preference, what is their convenience,
If we know that order comes from upper management
That's why we created our own agency,
We are independent and with ten years of experience.
Give me mine and don't say a peep,
I don't give credit and much less to those who are not my friends
Maybe with this song I'll get in trouble
But it doesn't matter because I've been kicked out of better places.

It's Apache, together with Pande
Connection with Guatire, celebrating big time
With a joint and crippy and a bottle of brandy
So that the opponents don't come over here.
And it says it's Apache, together with Pande,
Connection with the girls, celebrating big time,
With my album being fine-tuned, and a bottle of brandy
So that the components don't come over here.

These groups without identity swear and perjure,
To be faithful even to supposed culture, that's shamelessness,
They let their physical appearance change,
And they are made to choose between ten thousand stage names.
The scissors and their owner, make it a solidarity
So that you don't dress yourself, they dress you like Super Mario,
Several, look like they just came out of the closet,
And they cover him in gold, like the Bicentennial Man.
All of them just like us listened to Dynois,
And they changed his appearance from the front and from the back
They take him to a TV channel to put the album on sale,
They ask him to improvise and he ends up throwing lyrics.
They are puppets of their own theme park,
And they see us as if we were drug lords,
They haggle if one barely asks for per diem,
When my turn comes they turn down the wireless.

And one wants to be heard from here to Taipei,
These same businessmen invented that law here
When you get off they give you a snack and a gatorade,
And then they'll play the mix of Simon Díaz with Link Wray.
Pandemonium and Apa make a call to those people
Who think this is child's play and they play hot potato with them,
That we will continue to give light to those who wear thirty-seven,
As long as our brain keeps sending current.
The pregnant little birds leave that eye more bruised,
Than the Chacao station and it has you going around for a while,
So that you end up being a puppet of these tycoons,
Who ate shit and never washed a dish.
Without much tuning it was the first call,
From a spokesperson who wanted to call attention by rapping,
And in 2010 but in self-defense
For the rap from here we united to keep tuning.

Sanabria once again structuring the instrumental
Say it
Supporting a grain of sand to Apache's album
Afinando represents
Let's go
Flow Gallery in the production
The rap mathematician
In complicity with Jorge Herrera.