Текст и перевод песни Arte Elegante - No el Mejor el Diferente

No el Mejor el Diferente

No el mejor, el diferente
Arte Elegante, Veinte-Veinte, éste disco es pa to′a mi gente
Araus Danesi, tírame la pista
Tírame la pista

Cada loco, loco con su locura
Cuando me desenfoco me tiro a la aventura
Solía robarme un topo a lo caradura
La posta somos poco, pero de abertura

Me dejai super loco ver tanta tortura
La yuta por los, y también su cerradura
En tu lugar yo te coloco te pego con la cultura
Mientra andái' paqueando a tu señora le hacen travesura

Wichi, Wichipirichi,
En ésto de tirarle a los giles soy el pichichi
Represento al chico que ve como le pegan a su madre
Porque su padre toma mucho Wichi

′Tamos viviendo la mansa crisis
Pero nos hacemo' fuertes en lo difícil
Pillaron al empresario pillo y le dieron libertad
Y al pobre 3 años por robarse una bici

Su freestyle y a lo malo le hago bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Y me transformo en un samurái
Su freestyle y a lo malo le hago bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Y me transformo en un samurái

Cosecha lo que sembrái'
Si te truqueai rebotái′

El otro día me decía que el bombo y caja
Ya no encaja que hay que dar baja
Baja, Baja, Baja
′Tan muy arri'a, con mi poesía

A tus porquerías les vuelo la raja
Está asusta′o porque ha sona'o
Y ha toma′o mucha ventaja
Pero ese ritmo, mi wacho, es copia'o

Nadie sabe para quien trabaja
La calle es mi ambiente y pido un deseo
Ser un referente de los patos feos
En los barrios le suben el volumen a mi música

Pa′ que los niños no escuchen el tiroteo
Mi hermanito usted sabe que pasa
Que mi casa, mi casa es tu casa

El que pega nunca amenaza
No me ande mareando la plaza

Su freestyle y a lo malo le hago bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Y me transformo en un samurái
Su freestyle y a lo malo le hago bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Y me transformo en un samurái

Cosecha lo que sembrái'
Si te truqueai rebotái'

Not the Best, the Different

Not the best, the different
Arte Elegante, Twenty-Twenty, this album's for all my people
Araus Danesi, give me the beat
Give me the beat

Every crazy person is crazy with his own madness
When I lose focus I throw myself into the adventure
I used to steal a bicycle like a cheeky person
The truth is that we are few, but open-minded

You make me super crazy seeing so much torture
The cops for the ones, and also their lock
In your place I would put you away, I would hit you with the culture
While you're packing your things, they're playing tricks on your wife

Wichi, Wichipirichi
In this of shooting at the idiots I'm the pichichi
I represent the boy who sees how his mother is beaten
Because his father drinks a lot Wichi

We're living the great crisis
But we make ourselves strong in the difficult
They caught the rogue businessman and gave him freedom
And the poor man 3 years for stealing a bicycle

Your freestyle and I say bye, bye, bye, bye, bye to everything bad
And I transform into a samurai
Your freestyle and I say bye, bye, bye, bye, bye to everything bad
And I transform into a samurai

Harvest what you sow
If you cheat, bounce back

The other day he told me that the bass drum
No longer fits, that we have to cancel
Lower, Lower, Lower
They're so up there, with my poetry

I'll blow your crap away
You're scared because you've sounded
And you've taken a lot of advantage
But that rhythm, my boy, is copied

Nobody knows who they work for
The street is my environment and I ask for a wish
To be a reference for the ugly ducklings
In the neighborhoods they turn up the volume on my music

So that the children don't hear the shooting
My little brother you know what happens
That my house, my house is your house

He who hits never threatens
Don't go around dizzying me in the plaza

Your freestyle and I say bye, bye, bye, bye, bye to everything bad
And I transform into a samurai
Your freestyle and I say bye, bye, bye, bye, bye to everything bad
And I transform into a samurai

Harvest what you sow
If you cheat, bounce back