Текст и перевод песни Canserbero - Quien Eres?

Quien Eres?

Es Canserbero (it's real Hip-Hop)
Kaputo en el instrumental
Nosotros sabemos quiénes somos
¿Quién eres tú?

Dice... Dice
En estos tiempos todos se creen que son perfectos
Señor espejo mostrará a ellos sus defectos
Tú amenazame si creen cambiar al mundo en un tema
Y ni siquiera pueden cambiar sus problemas
¿Tú quién eres, ah?
El que en todos los temas critica
Nunca aportas na', no sabes lo que el Hip-Hop significa
Desde Bambaataa el Rap fue hecho para hacer paz
Hasta que la West Coast notó que el malandreo vende más
¿Tú quién eres? Dime
Tu silencio me hace pensar que eres de los que canta Rap
Pa' que alguien los pueda notar, en vez de apoyar y callar
En otros tiempos te hubiesen colgado y quemado además
Dime si eres acaso el que escuchó a Canserbero
Se hizo dos rimas, un sobrenombre y hasta me critica
Pero yo creo que tú eres de los que ve a un extranjero
Y le chupa el cuero en vez de apoyar a los de su ghetto primero
"¿Quién eres?" Te pregunté y no me respondiste
Olvidaste que yo mejoré ya lo que hoy tú descubriste
La antigüedad es nada si nada tú hiciste
A mí ya se me está olvidando lo que recién tú aprendiste

Hip-Hop for my brothers around
The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
Tengo lyrics que debería donar a ustedes
A ver si así representan como se debe

It's real Hip-Hop for all my brothers around
The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
Tengo lyrics que debería donar a ustedes
A ver si así representan como se debe
Tengo lyrics que debería donar a ustedes

Dime si eres el que nada sabe escribir, pero sí improvisar
Como si eso nos puede hacer surgir
Dime si eres el que aún no puede admitir
Que aquí hacen falta más oyentes que no quieren ser MCs
Y tú, ¿Quién eres? Dime
El que sabe del movimiento
Se esmera en un elemento, pero no tiene talento
Y tú, ¿Quién eres?
Aquel que lucha por salir en los medios
Busca fama, y nunca tendrá el respeto de los que son serios
A tu criterio, dime si eres ese insecto
Que más que influenciarse, quiere cambiarse el acento
Y no contento, maldice a esta patria que le dio casa
Y no tiene las bolas pa' decir lo que en su tierra pasa
Basta de farsas que cansan
Vamos sin pausa a cantar canciones no mansas
Pa' un pueblo en alza que avanza
Basta de farsas que cansan
Vamos sin pausa a cantar canciones no mansas
Pa' un pueblo en alza que avanza

Hip-Hop, it's for my brothers around
Real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
Tengo lyrics que debería donar a ustedes
A ver si así representan como se debe

¿Tú quién eres, ah?
El que vive de un espejismo
Con maquetas, sin letras, sin ritmo, más de lo mismo
Dime, ¿Quién eres? No te has hecho esa pregunta
Puede que la mierda pegue, pero que la respeten, nunca
Dime si eres quien busca rimar a velocidad
Para mostrar habilidad pero en realidad no tienen credibilidad
No captan que no es suficiente
Soltar una ráfaga de rimas
Si no disparaste siquiera una bala coherente
Mienten, unos y otros por la tangente
¿Tú quién eres de esos dos? Respóndeme sinceramente

It's Hip-Hop for my brothers around
The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
Tengo lyrics que debería donar a ustedes
A ver si así representan como se debe

It's real Hip-Hop for all my brothers around
The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
Tengo lyrics que debería donar a ustedes

Es Canserbero
Sí, sí, el Campesino (real Hip-Hop, for my brothers around)
¿Tú quién eres? Dime
Respóndeme sinceramente
(Tengo lyrics que debería donar a ustedes)
Yo soy yo man
(For all my brothers)
(The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown)
Tengo lyrics que debería donar a ustedes
(The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown)
Tengo lyrics que debería donar a ustedes
Si tú no sabías quién era, no dudes que yo soy yo

Who are you?

It's Canserbero (it's real Hip-Hop)
Kaputo on the beat
We know who we are
Who are you?

He says... He says
These days, everyone thinks they're perfect
Mr. Mirror will show them their flaws
You threaten me if you think you'll change the world with one song
And you can't even change your own problems
Who are you, huh?
The one who criticizes in every song
You never contribute anything, you don't know what Hip-Hop means
Since Bambaataa, Rap was made to make peace
Until the West Coast noticed that being a gangster sells more
Who are you? Tell me
Your silence makes me think you're one of those who sing Rap
So that someone can notice them, instead of supporting and shutting up
In other times they would have hung you and burned you too
Tell me if you're the one who listened to Canserbero
Made up two rhymes, a nickname, and even criticizes me
But I think you're one of those who sees a foreigner
And kisses their ass instead of supporting those from their ghetto first
"Who are you?" I asked you and you didn't answer
You forgot that I already improved what you discovered today
Seniority is nothing if you did nothing
I'm already forgetting what you just learned

Hip-Hop for my brothers around
The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
I have lyrics that I should donate to you
Let's see if they represent as they should

It's real Hip-Hop for all my brothers around
The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
I have lyrics that I should donate to you
Let's see if they represent as they should
I have lyrics that I should donate to you

Tell me if you're the one who doesn't know how to write, but can improvise
As if that can make us emerge
Tell me if you're the one who still can't admit
That here we need more listeners who don't want to be MCs
And you, who are you? Tell me
The one who knows about the movement
Strives in one element, but has no talent
And you, who are you?
The one who struggles to get on the media
Seeks fame, and will never have the respect of those who are serious
In your opinion, tell me if you are that insect
That more than being influenced, wants to change their accent
And not happy, curses this country that gave him a home
And doesn't have the balls to say what's going on in his land
Enough of farces that tire
Let's go without pause to sing wild songs
For a rising people that advances
Enough of farces that tire
Let's go without pause to sing wild songs
For a rising people that advances

Hip-Hop, it's for my brothers around
Real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
I have lyrics that I should donate to you
Let's see if they represent as they should

Who are you, huh?
The one who lives in a mirage
With demos, without lyrics, without rhythm, more of the same
Tell me, who are you? You haven't asked yourself that question
Shit may stick, but to be respected, never
Tell me if you are the one who seeks to rhyme at speed
To show skill but in reality have no credibility
They don't get that it's not enough
Release a barrage of rhymes
If you didn't even fire a coherent bullet
They lie, one and the other on a tangent
Who are you of those two? Answer me honestly

It's Hip-Hop for my brothers around
The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
I have lyrics that I should donate to you
Let's see if they represent as they should

It's real Hip-Hop for all my brothers around
The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown
I have lyrics that I should donate to you

It's Canserbero
Yeah, yeah, the Peasant (real Hip-Hop, for my brothers around)
Who are you? Tell me
Answer me honestly
(I have lyrics that I should donate to you)
I'm me, man
(For all my brothers)
(The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown)
I have lyrics that I should donate to you
(The real people knows that I got the sound straight from downtown)
I have lyrics that I should donate to you
If you didn't know who it was, don't doubt that I'm me