Текст и перевод песни Kulto Kultibo - Disasters

Disasters

Traigo la lírica mas basta y una rasta que me cuelga
Un buen ron venezolano y un habano relleno de hierba
Estoy en huelga y me recuerda estoy hasta la polla
De que los mas mongolos nos tomen por gilipollas
Yo no entiendo de cifras, números o decimales
Entiendo de escribir rap puro y con eso me vale
Soy un jodido niño malo borracho en portales
Me rulan vasos de crital que llevan cristales
Originales como muchos quieren y no pueden
Hay que estar muchas horas niño pa subir el level
Me suda el rabo tus visitas o lo que te lleves
Yo he rapeao en cada esquina es normal que te suene
No quiero fama solo quiero reconocimiento
Que suene Kulto en tu ciudad con los cuellos al tempo
Que aprendas a reconocer lo que sale de dentro
Que voy a darte dos guantazos pa que estes atento
Esto se trata de la lucha de uno mismo claro
Si quieres levantarte ¿que coño haces ahi sentado?
Que si los hijos dan mujer que si por pecado
Luego me ven soltero encima me llaman colgado
Yo vivo libre y la libertad es relativa
Con pocas cosas que me cuenten arruino tu vida
Despues de todo siempre jodo y no busco movida
Yo vivo a mi manera y me da igual lo que otros digan
No voy a darte ni a bajarte la jodida luna
Voy a vivir mi vida que solo me queda una
Mi corazón es un porrito y ellas se lo fuman
Conozco a muchas y muchas son como ninguna
No mas grabes compadre que esto se sale del rider rap underground en las calles mis paisanos que lo bailen vente y observa el detalle no vaya a ser que me ralles solo la peña real quiero ese puño al aire
Cada concierto es una historia y mini vacaciones
Y un carajillo de 3 metros hago estas canciones
Nos evadimos olvidamos las preocupaciones
Cuatro colgaos que se han dejao los 8 cojones
Esta buena un huevo de un curros ninguno me llena
Yo quiero estar petando salas o muero de pena
No quiero tu dinero quiero a Kulto y una antena
Para que se intoxiquen todas las putas cadenas
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Yo voy luchando contra el tiempo
Llamarme Benjamin yo no envejezco
Dios me hizo fresco no rejuvenezco
No se si tengo todo lo que me merezco
No merezco nada de lo que ahora tengo y asi crezco
Me desvanezco, reaparezco como un sabio
Tu boca tiene dientes lo de tu coño son labios
Insatisfecho cual contrato de becario
Me paso la pantalla por el techo como Super Mario
Bebiendo Larios veneno rap con tónica
En calzoncillos en San Juan con una armónica
Si yo ya estuve encaprichado con alcohólicas
Y de fingir a 4 patas están afónicas
Yo no cambio nada vivo por mi grupo
Si viviera como Marylin yo mismo me la chupo
No me da la cuenta pa los porros que me chuto
Lo importante es quien lo sabe quien sabran o quien lo supo
Estoy pensando en el concierto me pongo nervioso
Acaba el bolo y quiero dulce llamame goloso
Están hablando de nosotros y es como un acoso
Loko no suena tan mal pero tu suenas soso
¿Dices que tenemos pasta? Si tallalines
Me puedes llamar cutre por follar en calcetines
Me da igual lo que opines tengo el mejor grupo de todo el puto panorama y quieres que esto no termine
Os va de cine dice encima me llama flipao
Si ya son cinco y no sabes lo que hemos pasao
Hemos tenido que estar en Madrid tiraos sin comida ni sin pasta pa volver pero la hemos petao
Estas equivocao hater me decepcionas
Si todos nos llevamos bien no seas maricona
Soy bueno desde siempre por eso no impresiona
Saldrás en polla gran hermano como ya ha hecho Koman
Esta es la zona somos rapers amantes del reagga
Con 24 desde el disco tu mojando braga
Y lo jodido es que no sabes porque no nos tragas
Nos odias pero la entrada anticipada la pagas
Enamorado de la vida aunque a veces duela
En camerinos la comida con el Samu vuela
Alberto nos da chocolate y no es de Nutella
Nos hemos recorrido España encima sin pelas
No tengo estudios pero en esto tengo el master
Es lo único en la vida en lo que no soy un disaster
Ahora es cuando pienso ¿por que coño no estudiaste?
Entrevistas de trabajo y por la noche Ghetto Blaster
Somos de Irún de pura cepa el calor nos mola
Pa 2 meses de sol pues todas salen como en bolas
Le declaré mi puto amor a alguna farola
¿Ella me dejó solo? Pues yo la dejé sola
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Disasters

I bring the rawest lyrics and a dread hanging low,
Fine Venezuelan rum and a blunt stuffed with weed, you know.
I'm on strike, and it reminds me, I'm up to my balls,
With these fools taking us all for assholes.
I don't understand figures, numbers, or decimals,
I understand writing pure rap, and that's all that matters to me, girl.
I'm a damn bad boy, drunk in doorways,
Passing around crystal glasses filled with crystals, always.
Original like many want and can't be,
You gotta put in the hours, baby, to level up, you see.
I don't give a damn about your views or your gains,
I've rapped on every corner, it's normal you recognize my name.
I don't want fame, I just want recognition,
Kulto bumping in your city, necks moving in unison.
Learn to recognize what comes from within,
I'll give you two slaps to wake you up, begin.
This is about the struggle within oneself, that's clear,
If you want to rise up, what the hell are you doing sitting there?
Talking about kids giving women, that it's a sin,
Then they see me single and call me crazy, what a win.
I live free, and freedom is relative,
With a few words, I can ruin your life, it's definitive.
After all, I always mess around but don't look for trouble,
I live my way and I don't care what others mumble.
I'm not going to give you or take down the damn moon,
I'm going to live my life, I only have one, soon.
My heart is a joint, and they smoke it all,
I know many, and many are like none at all.
No more recordings, compadre, this is out of the rider, underground rap in the streets, my people dancing to it, come and see the detail, don't get on my nerves, I just want the real people, that fist in the air.
Each concert is a story and a mini-vacation,
And with a 3-meter carajillo, I make these creations.
We escape, forget our worries,
Four crazy guys who have left their 8 balls behind, no worries.
This is good, but no job fulfills me,
I want to be packing halls or I'll die of misery.
I don't want your money, I want Kulto and an antenna,
To intoxicate all the damn channels, that's the agenda.
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I'm fighting against time,
Call me Benjamin, I don't age, I'm fine.
God made me fresh, I don't rejuvenate,
I don't know if I have everything I deserve, it's fate.
I don't deserve any of what I have now, and so I grow,
I vanish, reappear like a wise man, you know.
Your mouth has teeth, what your pussy has are lips,
Dissatisfied like an intern's contract, it slips.
I jump through the ceiling like Super Mario, it's a trip,
Drinking Larios poison, rap with tonic, sip.
In my underwear in San Juan with a harmonica,
I've already been infatuated with alcoholics, that's the saga.
And from faking it on all fours, they're hoarse, it's a drama.
I don't change anything, I live for my crew,
If I lived like Marilyn, I'd suck myself, it's true.
I can't afford the joints I shoot,
What matters is who knows, who will know, or who knew, to boot.
I'm thinking about the concert, I get nervous,
The show ends and I want sweets, call me greedy, it's obvious.
They're talking about us and it's like harassment,
Loko doesn't sound so bad, but you sound bland, that's evident.
You say we have money? Yeah, like noodles, understand,
You can call me cheap for fucking in socks, it's unplanned.
I don't care what you think, I have the best band in the whole damn scene, and you want this not to end.
You're doing great, he says, and calls me crazy on top,
It's been five years and you don't know what we've been through, stop.
We had to be in Madrid, stranded, without food or money to come back, but we killed it, non-stop.
You're wrong, hater, you disappoint me,
If we all get along, don't be a bitch, you see.
I've always been good, that's why it doesn't impress,
You'll be on Big Brother naked, like Koman, I guess.
This is the zone, we're rappers, lovers of reggae,
With 24 since the album, you wetting your panties, I say.
And the fucked up thing is you don't know why you can't stand us,
You hate us, but you pay for the early bird ticket, that's a plus.
In love with life, even though it sometimes hurts,
In dressing rooms, the food with Samu flies like birds.
Alberto gives us chocolate, and it's not Nutella,
We've traveled all over Spain, and on top of that, without a penny, fella.
I have no studies, but in this I have the master's,
It's the only thing in life I'm not a disaster.
Now is when I think, why the hell didn't you study?
Job interviews and at night, Ghetto Blaster, buddy.
We're from Irún, purebred, we love the heat,
For 2 months of sun, they all come out like balls on the street.
I declared my damn love to some streetlight,
Did she leave me alone? Well, I left her alone, that's right.
INSTRUMENTAL