Текст и перевод песни Juaninacka - Algo de mí

Algo de mí

Juani,
¿Qué?,
Venga,
Venga.

Coge a un tio excentrico,
Y ponlo en un sitio centrico,
Ese debo ser yo, si no mi doble o alguien identico,
Sudando por mis poros, con menos sentido estetico,
¿Llamabas loro a la radio?, tio pon la radio y repite mi coros,
Yo nunca llenare un estadio ni nadare en oro, ya lo se,
No morire enfrente de un toro,
Pero tengo fe en entretener al auditorio,
Aunque no se a un chulo y me crea tela lo de ser un raper,
Despues de sonar a water, a golpes de bate,
Y dos jakes mates, fijate se pierden combates,
Pero se compite, antes graffiti, y despues dance, ahora tripis,
No tio comprendelo, es bboys tense,
Seguir en linea no es facil,
Porque el vinculo esta fosil, y el demonio es agil,
Creeme chaval y la mente es docil,
Y se va, si, a veces no vuelves y digo va, tio, ya volvera,
Entonces de pronto te la suda, la lirica desnuda, es mi musa,
Este estilo es mi montaña rusa, mientras divago,
No quiero hablar en primera persona pero lo hago,
Busco un conejo en la chistera igual que un mago,
De cualquier manera, luego mas tarde las repesco,
Son tras frescas, porque las invente tomando el fresco,
Sabes que si tio, es el 41100 en esto, Las Casa de Cla,
Ven con el ... y con la ... si,
Soy ese tipo de Mc, que habla de si, pero en realidad te habla a ti,
Despues de todo, es importante conservar la fe,
Buscarse un apodo, juntarse, grabar un Lp, y darte ...

Algo de mi, si, aja tio,
Algo de mi, para ti,
Si esto es algo de mi para ti,
Sabes como la gente que te pregunta,¿tu que quieres?

Pues todo y nada,
No se jugar al ajedrez, solo se a jugar a espera mi vez,
En la calle Prim, en Gutierre Perez, hablan de mi,
Aun no lo saben,
Pero todo esta sucio y no queda
Nadie que lo lave, y nada es mi coartada,
Apelo al cielo, para que me ilumine, acabo haciedo rap a pelo,

¿Quieres algo de mi?,
Levante el vuelo buitre, explicate sino aplicate,
Con el rap escolar de tu pupitre, esto son los hechos bastardos,
¿Vais de bardos?,
Payasos con derecho, a hacer algo mal hecho, sacando pecho,
Serás maestro sin discipulos, tio,
Aqui nadie tiene sentido del ridiculo, ni escrupulos,
Los celedores se creen doctores,
Los compradores le ponen valor a los valores,
Valor, competidor haz arte de esto,
Llevate una parte del precio que le hallan puesto.
Y asi entenderas ... Algo de mi, si, para ti tio,
Algo de mi, para ti, sabes,
Algo de mi, si, aja, aja,
Algo de mi, para ti tio, si

Something of Me

Juani,
What?,
Come on,
Come on.

Take an eccentric dude,
And put him in a central spot,
That must be me, if not my double or someone identical,
Sweating through my pores, with less aesthetic sense,
Did you call the radio a parrot?, dude put on the radio and repeat my choruses,
I'll never fill a stadium or swim in gold, I know,
I won't die in front of a bull,
But I have faith in entertaining the audience,
Even though I don't act tough and I don't believe all that rapper stuff,
After sounding like water, with bat hits,
And two checkmates, look, battles are lost,
But we compete, first graffiti, then dance, now trips,
No dude, understand it, it's b-boys tense,
Staying in line is not easy,
Because the link is fossil, and the devil is agile,
Believe me girl, and the mind is docile,
And it goes, yeah, sometimes you don't come back and I say come on, girl, you'll be back,
Then suddenly you don't care, the naked lyric is my muse,
This style is my rollercoaster, while I digress,
I don't want to talk in the first person but I do,
I look for a rabbit in the hat like a magician,
Anyway, later I fish them out,
They are fresh lines, because I invented them taking the air,
You know it girl, it's the 41100 in this, Las Casa de Cla,
Come with the ... and with the ... yeah,
I'm that kind of MC, who talks about himself, but actually talks to you,
After all, it's important to keep the faith,
Find a nickname, get together, record an LP, and give you ...

Something of me, yeah, uh-huh girl,
Something of me, for you,
If this is something of me for you,
You know how people ask you, what do you want?

Well, everything and nothing,
I don't know how to play chess, I only know how to wait my turn,
On Prim Street, on Gutierre Perez, they talk about me,
They don't know it yet,
But everything is dirty and there's no one
Left to wash it, and nothing is my alibi,
I appeal to the sky, to illuminate me, I end up rapping bare,

Do you want something from me?,
I take flight vulture, explain yourself or apply yourself,
With the school rap from your desk, these are the bastard facts,
You guys are bards?,
Clowns with the right, to do something wrong, sticking their chest out,
You'll be a teacher without disciples, girl,
Here nobody has a sense of ridicule, nor scruples,
The celebrators think they are doctors,
The buyers put value on values,
Value, competitor make art of this,
Take a part of the price they put on it.
And so you'll understand ... Something of me, yeah, for you girl,
Something of me, for you, you know,
Something of me, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh,
Something of me, for you girl, yeah