Текст и перевод песни Gordo Sarkasmus feat. Anyone - Sabotaje

Sabotaje

Cuando habla se los da, autosabotaje
Gordo controla la baraja, no hay quien lo faje
La pista un lujo, saqué una rima del rebujo, es maja
Ni la de Goya se le asemeja
Se acomplejan, se quejan de esta perspectiva
Impiden que escriban
Mi casa es la caverna, la guarida de un plan casi suicida
Solo un
No busque excusas para restarle merito
De las que usa rap en preterito
Se delicó con el lenguaje bélico
Que como X-504 escribo hasta en papel higiénico
No subestime a uno del país en que lo único organizado es el crimen
Que no se arrime el que pasa sobre su pana por un puesto

Vivo escuchando esto al lado de la ventana

Los cuchos me crearon y me criaron
Fraseos bizarros, no aprendí en pizarrón, solo entre chorros y farras
Ahora nada cambia y tampoco nos urge
Entre sorbos de menjurje las peores cosas se narran
Anyone con más guerras que Mambrú
Ojeras por samplear
Las lombrices entre frases hoy en día son anacondas
Yo sin mi media naranja y con varias medias
No hay carisma en sus crismas
Si querias un chiste: soy el color triste de la prisma
El ventarrón en la llovizna, el que circula en tu Bar Mitzvá
El que hipnotiza cobras con la flor de prisma

Ojo al pasar que por aquí se tizna
Tanta mierda al aire y al final quizás su vida sea la misma
Y pues la mía seguro que es viejo y solo
Por eso no me atormento, llegará de todos modos, ya

Mis ojos se dilatan, me delatan, corazón de lata
Si delante de ti y te humillo como Zlatan
Mr. Satan te la ensartan en forma de serenata
Y no es por plata de esos que se matan la garganta
Sanguinareo son aügurios pa' este sedentario
Estoy sediento
Esto es rap shit, ni Gucci ni Versace
Me cago en su cabalgata y su mariachi, arrivederci

Sabotage

When he speaks, he gives himself away, self-sabotage
Gordo controls the deck, there's none who can handle him
The track's a luxury, I pulled a rhyme out of the trash, it's beautiful
Not even Goya's can compare
They get complexed, they complain about this perspective
They prevent themselves from writing
My home is the cave, the lair of an almost suicidal plan
Just one
Don't look for excuses to take away its merit
Of those who use rap in the past tense
He delights in war-like language
As X-504, I write even on toilet paper
Don't underestimate anyone from a country where the only thing organized is crime
Don't come near me, the one who runs over his homie for a position

I live listening to this by the window

The owls created me and raised me
Bizarre phrases, I didn't learn them on a blackboard, only among crooks and parties
Now nothing changes and we don't rush
Between sips of concoction, the worst things are told
Anyone with more wars than Mambrú
Dark circles from sampling
The worms between phrases are now anacondas
Me without my better half and with several stockings
There's no charisma in their heads
If you wanted a joke: I'm the sad color of the prism
The windstorm in the drizzle, the one who shows up at your Bar Mitzvah
The one who hypnotizes cobras with the flower of the prism

Watch out when you pass by, because it stains
So much shit in the air and in the end, maybe her life is still the same
And mine surely is of an old and lonely man
That's why I don't torment myself, it will come anyway, now

My eyes dilate, they betray me, heart of metal
If in front of you and I humiliate you like Zlatan
Mr. Satan, they'll stick it to you in the form of a serenade
And it's not for the money of those who kill their throats
Bloodshed is a sign for this sedentary
I'm thirsty
This is rap shit, neither Gucci nor Versace
I shit on their parade and their mariachi, arrivederci