Текст и перевод песни Canserbero - Indigos

Indigos

you
volvio el indigo indetenible
ahorren sus coritos lindos por que aqui no sirven
mi calibre es punto can con balas canserbero
doy disparos certeros
avisperos full de raperos
cuya moral no vale lo que cuestan sus zapatos
y el cerebro lo usan solo pa colgarse trapos
que por que hay tantos sapos con complejo e capos
sencillo es que ahora grabar es fácil y barato
sampliar unos platos
montar una basura en ares
puede que agrade a tus panas
pero jamás a oyentes q saben
e graben a nivel de vacío que invade el cerebro
que lo q no hacen es mas decir q son reales
y no se enfaden si de uds es la culpa
ya q si no hubicen falsos no
no hubiese escrito esto nunca
aunque comprendo lo q me odian cuando hablo
ya q en toda religión con dioses nunk faltan diablos
tengo un establo de verdades que galopan cual tropas
vientos en popas cual gotas que botan copas
si abres la boca tienes que elegir una acción
decidir respeto bro o buscar ique competición
pero si eliges la segunda situación
tendras q hacerme felacion
mientras pides la bendicion
es que son demasiadas
las liricas encarceladas en mi mente avanzada
que asi no quiera escapan de la nada
cada mañana cuando estoy en la parada del bus
me doy cuenta que el Jesús del rap tiene mi misma cara
ya que tengo una cruz pesada q trata
en extinguir mc´s cobre con poesías de plata
ya que tengo una cruz pesada
que me dice q si hoy no barres la mierda tal vez mañana la pises
la verdad se sirve cruda
la realidad se mezcla pura
la sinceridad se viste desnuda(ni mas ni menos)
yo soy el indigo del papel y el tintero
no me llamen mc ni rapero SOLO(canserbero)
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la verdad es como el estiércol
sale a flote tarde o temprano
y amigos sinceros los cuento con una sola mano
es q juren en vano
defender una cultura aplauden solo sus hermanos
asi canten basura
el biff esta de moda
entiendo quieren popularidad
pero no jodan con los q en verdad aportan algo al rap
es facil hablar de mas
decir q son perfectos
muchos me investigan pa despues hablar de mis defectos
cuales insectos
siempre mendigando el plato
o cual sapos que esperan la lluvia para saltar al charco
igual de naco yo siempre sere sensato
asi me rasque mi salga de clan
de canta un vallenato
es q cada loco esta con
su propio tema
y el problema es q muchos cantan para la mayoria
aunque la mayoria son
los sordos del sistema
no critico al reggaeton
si no a sus palabras vacias
como pueden ver soy un verson en carne viva
pero hay muchos q me envidian y los ojos me esquivan
quieren escupirme pero yo estoy muy arriba
y si escupes pa´rriba
en la cara le cae saliba
soy la verdad
las desnuda sinceridad
si me disparen a mata
mi letra sera recorda you
en cambio uste me tiene q reconoce
q te enseñe todo loq sabes
pero no to lo q seee
no estoy aqui pa deci q soy gran mc
ni pa sali en tv
yo solo quiero desmenti
a to el q no entendio q vengo de crew
llamalo rap de espiritu q jamas comprenderas tuu
la verdad se sirve cruda
la realidad se mezcla pura
la sinceridad se viste desnuda(ni mas ni menos)
yo soy el indigo del papel y el tintero
no me llamen mc ni rapero SOLO(canserbero)

Indigos

you
the indigo is back, unstoppable
save your pretty choruses, they're useless here
my caliber is .38 with Canserbero bullets
I shoot with precision
beehives full of rappers
whose morals aren't worth the cost of their shoes
and their brains are only used to hang clothes
why are there so many wannabe bosses acting like frogs?
simple, because recording is easy and cheap now
sample some beats
put together some garbage in Ares
it might please your buddies
but never listeners who know
they record at the level of emptiness that invades the brain
what they don't do is say they're real
and don't get mad if it's your fault
because if there weren't fake people
I would never have written this
although I understand why they hate me when I speak
since in every religion with gods, devils are never lacking
I have a stable of truths that gallop like troops
winds in the sails like drops that spill from cups
if you open your mouth you have to choose an action
decide respect bro or seek competition
but if you choose the second situation
you'll have to give me a blowjob
while you ask for a blessing
there are too many
lyrics imprisoned in my advanced mind
that even if I don't want them to, they escape from nowhere
every morning when I'm at the bus stop
I realize that the Jesus of rap has my same face
since I have a heavy cross that tries
to extinguish copper MCs with silver poetry
since I have a heavy cross
that tells me if you don't sweep the shit today, you might step on it tomorrow
the truth is served raw
reality is mixed pure
sincerity dresses naked (no more, no less)
I am the indigo of paper and inkwell
don't call me MC or rapper, ONLY (Canserbero)
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the truth is like manure
it comes to the surface sooner or later
and I can count sincere friends on one hand
they swear in vain
defending a culture, they only applaud their brothers
even if they sing trash
beef is in fashion
I understand they want popularity
but don't mess with those who really contribute something to rap
it's easy to talk too much
to say they're perfect
many investigate me to later talk about my flaws
like insects
always begging for a plate
or like frogs waiting for the rain to jump into the puddle
no matter how tacky, I will always be sensible
even if I scratch my clan exit
or sing a vallenato
it's that each crazy person is with
their own theme
and the problem is that many sing for the majority
although the majority are
the deaf of the system
I don't criticize reggaeton
but its empty words
as you can see, I am a verse in the flesh
but there are many who envy me and avoid my eyes
they want to spit on me but I'm too high up
and if you spit up
the saliva falls on your face
I am the truth
naked sincerity
if they shoot me to death
my lyrics will be remembered you
instead, you have to acknowledge me
that I taught you everything you know
but not everything I know
I'm not here to say I'm a great MC
nor to be on TV
I just want to deny
to anyone who didn't understand that I come from a crew
call it spirit rap that you will never understand
the truth is served raw
reality is mixed pure
sincerity dresses naked (no more, no less)
I am the indigo of paper and inkwell
don't call me MC or rapper, ONLY (Canserbero)