Текст и перевод песни Isayah Thomas - I³

I³

Si no te enteras di si
Me invocan otros mcs
No quiero a la emperatriz
Suena mi mierda en madrid
To por salir de matrix
Ahora me mola otra actriz
Ya nunca mas voy a esta tris
Tengo ganas ya esta escrito
Fluye el rap y la vida
Un dolo pecho y no atino
Un color gris, amor se ha ido
Do re mi fa sol la
Secuelas del frenesi
A solas siendo aprendiz
Y a solas siendo aprendi
Que me mola el mundo es mentir
Por eso tu eres feli
Yo tengo que competir
Pa conseguir no competir
Y ser asi jamas perdi
Tu voz perdida yo he construido
Perdigones pa el fusil
Me he vuelto loco porque me rima y ahora siempre escribo asi

Autentico, foca,
Beats, bitchs
Tu estilo hasta el elixir
Yo estilo como diez mil
Siempre expulsao de los camping
Van jodiendo los mitin
Van montando el motin
Siempre recuerdan los tripis
Mis babys de la barri-ga
Na mas simple de reir
Yo experimentos? pa ti
Fumando paquistani
Si no existir, el insti
Pa ser poeta antes di
Yo soy poeta autodidacta y ya está

Ya nunca salgo los finde
Reduzco el saldo y tu pin
Reduzco el caldo si sin
Respeto tengo hacia el jim
Si toco en jam es el fin
No quiero el mundo extinguir
Ni dios me dice lo que tengo que decir, ya

I³

If you don't know, tell me yes
Other MCs invoke me
I don't want the empress
My shit sounds in Madrid
I'll do anything to get out of the matrix
Now I like another actress
I'm never going back to this sadness
I'm ready, it's already written
Rap and life flow
A sore chest and I don't hit
A gray color, love is gone
Do re mi fa sol la
Aftermath of the frenzy
Alone being an apprentice
And alone being a learner
To say that I like the world is to lie
That's why you're happy
I have to compete
To achieve the non-competition
And being like that I never lost
Your lost voice, I've built
Pellets for the rifle
I've gone crazy because I rhyme and now I always write like this

Authentic, seal,
Beats, bitches
Your style is like the elixir
I style like ten thousand
Always expelled from the campgrounds
They go fucking up the rallies
They go staging the mutiny
They always remember the trips
My babies of the neighborhood
Nothing is easier than laughing
Experiments? For you
Smoking Pakistani
If it didn't exist, school
To be a poet, tell me before
I'm a self-taught poet and that's it

I never go out on the weekends anymore
I reduce my balance and your pin
I reduce the broth if without
I have respect for Jim
If I play in a jam, it's the end
I don't want to extinguish the world
Not even God tells me what to say, now