Текст и перевод песни Crack Family - Mas Que Real (Cejaz Negraz Studio Session Sonido en Vivo)

Mas Que Real (Cejaz Negraz Studio Session Sonido en Vivo)

Por aquel pedregoso desvanecido camino,
Me mira con desprecio la sociedad,
Saben que del hormiguero soy
Y cuesta abajo algo me voy a buscar
Está enferma y ciega mi nación, perder el juicio
Era mi padre adicto a la basura, abusaba de mama
Sin darse cuenta que mi infancia se consumía en el vicio
Como el crítica criminal me transforme fue de hambre
Y de dolor en los momentos en que necesité de alguien
Amarrado sangrando por el abismo
Correr adonde? A cual salida?
Yo conviví con varias pintas desaparecidas
Hasta saber quién es el bueno y quien es nadie
A cuánto vale una vida un pan en la calle
A las palabras que son muchas y tan delicadas
Le aprendía tener amor a esa cobija y parches de pulgas
A cuchillos oxidados, al bouquet de la bazuca y el
Alcohol barato
A las ratas que ruleteaban mi cuarto
A los paisas, caleños y costeños que mi ropa se achacaron
A ese inquilinato, donde vivíamos con agua rociada en el patio
Historias residentes del barrio precario y de esa
Extraña sucio y ordinaria
Más que real no lo dudes es la elite del rap
No vez que en la calle dont stop
Masque real no lo dudes es la elite del rap
Rap Rap Rap Rap Rap
Más que real no lo dudes es la elite del rap
No vez que en la calle dont stop
Masque real no lo dudes es la elite del rap
Rap Rap Rap Rap Rap
Del triste dolor de los pobres le hablo
Aspire otra vida y nunca más polvos malos
Bandolero del suburbio esclavo
Yo soy profesional rapero del bajo barrio
Deambulando callejones y escalones
Viejo lazo fortalece mis intenciones
Como el buitre, largas sesiones de plones
Producido por y cabrones
Buscando a la puerta por el buen camino
Al amor de la vida darle mala vida
Un final amargo, una semilla desaparecida
Que no florecerá en sus frutos
Una novela real mentira
Una corta guita por una niña partida
Trata de estar bien para no sufrir
Trata de reír y finge una sonrisa
Mira con pasión al bailar reggaetón
Quiere ser sensual, ella sufre por un hombre que le
Da maltrato
De la pasta y buen ciudad de relato
Donde no hay televisor ni carne en el plato
Donde los sueños de un niño son el la realidad regalos
Que papa Noel y el niño Dios no se olviden nuevamente
De mi barrio
Otro año, ilusiones de antaño
Perder cual juicio sin apostar, somos pobres o millonarios?
Buscando al puerta, cruzado camino
Deambulando por el incierto destino
Vida muerte o me amotino (MIS TUMMBASSS)
Vida muerte o me amotino
Más que real no lo dudes es la elite del rap
No vez que en la calle dont stop
Masque real no lo dudes es la elite del rap
Rap Rap Rap Rap Rap
Más que real no lo dudes es la elite del rap
No vez que en la calle dont stop
Masque real no lo dudes es la elite del rap
Rap Rap Rap Rap Rap

Mas que real no lo dudes (mas que un real)
Mas que real no lo dudes (Z 19)
Mas que real no lo dudes (aja)
Mas que real no lo dudes (arriba sus armas)
Mas que real no lo dudes (grito de revolución)
Más que real no lo dudes es la elite del rap
No ves que en la calle dont stop (Deambulando)
Mas que real no lo dudes
(Fondo blanco, cejaz negras presentando Su album a Colombia, suramerica)
(Respeto pa mis rolos)

More Than Real (Cejaz Negraz Studio Session Live Sound)

Along that stony faded path,
Society looks at me with contempt,
They know I'm from the anthill
And I'm going downhill to look for something
My nation is sick and blind, losing its mind
My father was addicted to garbage, he abused mom
Without realizing that my childhood was consumed by vice
As a critical criminal I transformed, it was from hunger
And from pain in the moments when I needed someone
Tied up bleeding by the abyss
Run where? To which exit?
I lived with several missing stains
Until you know who is good and who is nobody
How much is a life, bread on the street worth?
To the words that are many and so delicate
I learned to love that blanket and patches of fleas
To rusty knives, to the bouquet of the bazooka and the
Cheap alcohol
To the rats that roamed my room
To the paisas, caleños and costeños who clung to my clothes
To that tenement, where we lived with water sprinkled in the yard
Stories residents of the precarious neighborhood and of that
Strange dirty and ordinary
More than real don't doubt it is the elite of rap
Can't you see that on the street don't stop
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the elite of rap
Rap Rap Rap Rap Rap
More than real don't doubt it is the elite of rap
Can't you see that on the street don't stop
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the elite of rap
Rap Rap Rap Rap Rap
Of the sad pain of the poor I speak
Aspire another life and never again bad dust
Bandit of the suburb slave
I am a professional rapper from the low neighborhood
Wandering alleys and steps
Old tie strengthens my intentions
Like the vulture, long sessions of blunts
Produced by and bastards
Looking at the door for the right path
To give the love of life a bad life
A bitter end, a missing seed
That will not flourish in its fruits
A real lie novel
A short guita for a broken girl
Try to be good so you don't suffer
Try to laugh and fake a smile
Look with passion when dancing reggaeton
She wants to be sensual, she suffers for a man who
Gives her abuse
From the pasta and good city of story
Where there is no television or meat on the plate
Where a child's dreams are the gifts of reality
That Santa Claus and the baby Jesus don't forget again
From my neighborhood
Another year, illusions of yesteryear
Lose which judgment without betting, are we poor or millionaires?
Looking at the door, crossed path
Wandering through the uncertain destiny
Life death or I love myself (MY TOMBS)
Life death or I love myself
More than real don't doubt it is the elite of rap
Can't you see that on the street don't stop
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the elite of rap
Rap Rap Rap Rap Rap
More than real don't doubt it is the elite of rap
Can't you see that on the street don't stop
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the elite of rap
Rap Rap Rap Rap Rap

More than real, don't doubt it (more than one real)
More than real, don't doubt it (Z 19)
More than real, don't doubt it (aha)
More than real, don't doubt it (raise your weapons)
More than real, don't doubt it (cry of revolution)
More than real don't doubt it is the elite of rap
Can't you see that on the street don't stop (Wandering)
More than real, don't doubt it
(White background, black cejaz presenting their album to Colombia, South America)
(Respect for my rolls)