Текст и перевод песни El Chojin feat. Arkano & Skone - El Origen

El Origen

Soy serio,
De la escuela de los que vieron esto como un fin y no como un medio
Otros se fueron de los gallos criticando a compañeros
Y ahora vuelven al freestyle porque huelen el dinero
Estuvimos en mil corros si me vieron rapeando
Claro, tú con brazos cruzados en segundo plano
Esa actitud de tipo duro se cae al ver que he besado
Más chicos en público que chicas ellos en privado
Mi energía nace de los días redondos
Y estás tan guapa con un barrio obrero de fondo
Déjate caer en mi cama de forma súbita
Y no salgas hasta que llegue la III República
Solo quiero tenerte encima
Y rapear y rapear hasta que sueñes rimas
Mi récord solo fue una metáfora de este asunto
Mientras ellos dormían yo estaba cambiando el mundo
No pares, no pares,
Tus rimas nos traen la party
No pares, no pares,
El DJ manda y lo sabes
No es una fiesta si no ponen esas manos en el aire
(Hey!)
El origen es pasarlo bien
No pares, no pares,
Tus rimas nos traen la party
Entré partiendo el cypher
Desde que era el niño del parque
Bloques de protección
Camarón, no Cypress
Ganaba competis sin llevar la ropa grande
Y el flequillo más rubio que el polen de este compadre
Total 90, el rollo de antes
Carreras de motos y el chándal del United
Llevo toda la vida improvisando en plan importante
Y de tanto improvisar me convertí en freestyler
Es curioso ver en lo que convertí mi vida
Ahora son los aplausos los que pagan mi comida
Un amor pa′ mis rappers en Ámerica Latina
Que eligieron otra vía a la cárcel o a la pandilla
Un amor para el que le ponga amor, brotha
Pa' los que empuñan un boli, no una pistola
Un amor pa′ Guillermo, pa'l Cho y su tropa
Pa' los que entendieron que el arte te completa como persona (persona)
No pares, no pares,
Tus rimas nos traen la party
No pares, no pares,
El DJ manda y lo sabes
No es una fiesta si no ponen esas manos en el aire
(Hey!)
El origen es pasarlo bien
No pares, no pares,
Tus rimas nos traen la party
No sé como empecé, pero lo que sí sé
Es que mi origen fue ver, B-boys bailando break
Lo más auténtico que tengo es que vengo por mi propio pie
Al Hip-Hop llegas si te acercas y yo me acerqué
A veces ves, a alguno que, tal vez no entiende bien,
Que el rollo es hacer rap por placer y se despistan
E inventan beefs entre MCs e imaginan
Que tal vez así puedan vivir de sus rimas
Llevo una vida en la movida y me anima
Que muchos sigan viendo el Rap con la energía que yo veía
Creo, en el Hip-Hop y en ellos
Amor, sexo y camello, ver que mueven el cuello
El origen es tan sencillo como bello
Salir a la calle darlo todo y dejar tu sello
Como antaño el mundo entero sube el puño hacia el cielo (yo, yo, yo)
No pares, no pares,
¿Pero, el beat? ¡ponme el beat! ¿Cómo es?
No pares, no pares,
Tus rimas nos traen la party
No pares, no pares,
El DJ manda y lo sabes
No pares, no pares,
Tus rimas nos traen la party
No pares, no pares,
Tus rimas nos traen la party

The Origin

I'm serious,
From the school of those who saw this as an end and not a means
Others left the roosters criticizing their peers
And now they're back to freestyle because they smell the money
We were in a thousand circles if they saw me rapping
Of course, you with your arms crossed in the background
That tough guy attitude falls apart when they see that I've kissed
More guys in public than girls they have in private
My energy comes from the round days
And you look so beautiful with a working-class neighborhood in the background
Fall on my bed suddenly
And don't leave until the Third Republic arrives
I just want to have you on top
And rap and rap until you dream rhymes
My record was just a metaphor for this matter
While they were sleeping I was changing the world
Don't stop, don't stop,
Your rhymes bring us the party
Don't stop, don't stop,
The DJ is in charge and you know it
It's not a party if they don't put those hands in the air
(Hey!)
The origin is to have a good time
Don't stop, don't stop,
Your rhymes bring us the party
I entered breaking the cypher
Since I was the park kid
Protection blocks
Camarón, not Cypress
I won competitions without wearing big clothes
And the blondest bangs than this buddy's pollen
Total 90, the old school
Motorcycle races and the United tracksuit
I've been improvising all my life in an important way
And from so much improvising I became a freestyler
It's funny to see what I turned my life into
Now it's the applause that pays for my food
A love for my rappers in Latin America
Who chose another way to jail or gang
A love for whoever puts love into it, brotha
For those who wield a pen, not a gun
A love for Guillermo, for Cho and his troop
For those who understood that art completes you as a person (person)
Don't stop, don't stop,
Your rhymes bring us the party
Don't stop, don't stop,
The DJ is in charge and you know it
It's not a party if they don't put those hands in the air
(Hey!)
The origin is to have a good time
Don't stop, don't stop,
Your rhymes bring us the party
I don't know how I started, but what I do know
Is that my origin was seeing B-boys breakdancing
The most authentic thing I have is that I come on my own feet
You come to Hip-Hop if you get close and I got close
Sometimes you see, someone who, maybe doesn't understand well,
That the point is to rap for pleasure and they get distracted
And they invent beefs between MCs and imagine
That maybe that way they can make a living from their rhymes
I've spent a life in the scene and it encourages me
That many continue to see Rap with the energy that I saw
I believe, in Hip-Hop and in them
Love, sex and camel, seeing them move their necks
The origin is as simple as it is beautiful
Go out to the street, give it your all and leave your mark
Like in the old days, the whole world raises its fist to the sky (yo, yo, yo)
Don't stop, don't stop,
But the beat? Put the beat on me! How is it?
Don't stop, don't stop,
Your rhymes bring us the party
Don't stop, don't stop,
The DJ is in charge and you know it
Don't stop, don't stop,
Your rhymes bring us the party
Don't stop, don't stop,
Your rhymes bring us the party