Текст и перевод песни Basyco feat. Lil Supa & Canserbero - 1-2, 2-1

1-2, 2-1

Hey yo, atención raperos, vuelve al ruedo Canserbero
Mi materia prima son rimas que te bajan el ego
Como el fuego que quema, el problema que también congela
Despéguense de mi suela, respeten soy vieja escuela

Hay quienes se sientan a esperar que las cosas pasen
Ignorando que esas cosas tipos como yo las hacen
Piensen que cuando despierten, cantarán con clases
Esto no se aprende, esto es un don con el que se nace

A mí me complace cuando un MC se llena la boca
De que son raperos y se ahogan si suelto una copla
Brilla con luz de vela y si la sopla, se apaga
Aprende a mí, que brillo con luz propia

Ahora es mi rima la que suena
La suya provoca pena ajena
Mis venas se brotan y escupo rap de la flema
Que queman los tímpanos de quien escucha mis temas
No se ensucien las manos, ya 'toy preparado para la cena
Que hace falta flow, mi letra fuera las cadenas
No me impresionan sus pitan, si sus canciones son buenas

How many dances you try to kill?
I know that I am a white kid
But I got the skill, for real
The [?] Canserbero we live
[?] give me the beat and I write it's a deal

One, two, two, one lil' supa' and the can
Raperitos vienen, así como también van
No dan lo necesario, la verdad los quema
Son como granos de arena, pocos valen la pena

One, two, two, one lil' supa' and the can
Raperitos vienen, así como también van
No dan lo necesario, la verdad los quema
Son como granos de arena, pocos valen la pena

One, two, two, one lil' supa and the can
Blancos se juntaron, se formó el paran, pan pan
En papel muchos disparan y son pocos los que dan
La talla con el micrófono a la hora de rimar

Cantarás y no podrás a mi nivel llegar
Hablarás a mis espalda y luego respetarás
Criticar suele ser la maña del incapaz
Pero cuando me ven la cara buscas a mamá

Somos en tus tímpanos, como lentes en tus parpados
Para enemigos, cínicos; para los niños, didácticos
Soy músico de clase [?]
Enemigos, damos su ego y fantasy, así es
Come on bro, vas a creer que eres un rey
Y escucha más flow, más voz, más flavor, más brain
Se derrite tu máscara en mi aceite caliente
Tú me tiras el soluto y yo el solvente
Pa' mi gente de barrio, the people of the neighborhood
Respect, parece que lleva el hip hop on the blood

One, two, two, one lil' supa' and the can
Raperitos vienen, así como también van
No dan lo necesario, la verdad los quema
Son como granos de arena, pocos valen la pena

1-2, 2-1

Hey yo, attention rappers, Canserbero is back in the ring
My raw material are rhymes that lower your ego
Like the fire that burns, the problem that also freezes
Get off my sole, respect I'm old school

There are those who sit and wait for things to happen
Ignoring that those things guys like me do
Think that when they wake up, they will sing with class
This is not learned, this is a gift you are born with

It pleases me when an MC fills his mouth
That they are rappers and drown if I drop a verse
It shines with candlelight and if you blow it out, it goes out
Learn from me, that I shine with my own light

Now it's my rhyme that sounds
His causes other people's pity
My veins burst and I spit rap from the phlegm
That burn the eardrums of whoever listens to my tracks
Don't get your hands dirty, I'm ready for dinner
That flow is missing, my lyrics were out of the chains
I'm not impressed by their whistles, if their songs are good

How many dances you try to kill?
I know that I am a white kid
But I got the skill, for real
The [?] Canserbero we live
[?] give me the beat and I write it's a deal

One, two, two, one lil' supa' and the can
Rappers come and go
They don't give what is necessary, the truth burns them
They are like grains of sand, few are worth it

One, two, two, one lil' supa' and the can
Rappers come and go
They don't give what is necessary, the truth burns them
They are like grains of sand, few are worth it

One, two, two, one lil' supa and the can
White people got together, the paran was formed, bread bread
On paper many shoot and few are those who give
The size with the microphone when it comes to rhyming

You will sing and you will not be able to reach my level
You will talk behind my back and then you will respect
Criticizing is usually the habit of the incapable
But when they see my face you look for mom

We are in your eardrums, like lenses in your eyelids
For enemies, cynical; for children, didactic
I am a class musician [?]
Enemies, we give your ego and fantasy, that's how it is
Come on bro, you gonna believe you're a king
And listen to more flow, more voice, more flavor, more brain
Your mask melts in my hot oil
You throw me the solute and I throw the solvent
For my neighborhood people, the people of the neighborhood
Respect, it seems that he has hip hop on the blood

One, two, two, one lil' supa' and the can
Rappers come and go
They don't give what is necessary, the truth burns them
They are like grains of sand, few are worth it