Текст и перевод песни Lapiz Conciente - 911

911

- 911, ¿cuál es su emergencia?
- Creo, creo que hay un muerto

Llegó el bacano, la para de verdad, el dominicano
Los que quieran unión, unan mi pene con su ano
Ustede' lo que son e' una balsa de gusano'
Palomo' que ayudé y que me mordieron la mano
Yo en tano', el rap nunca se fue, buen macagrano
Lo que volvió fue el flow que traje yo de veterano
La música 'tá muerta, hay mucha mierda en mis oído'
¿Quién les dijo que son rap a todo esto' mal nacido'?
No ha habido, no habrá, ni hubo uno mejor
Alumno', tomen nota' que llegó su profesor
Estoy pasando lista, vaina que quilla
Rapero' nueva escuela se le' salió la amarilla
Tomen pastilla' pa'l temblor de rodilla
Tú intenta llegarme y no hay batata en tu canilla
Mierda para tu ganga, pa' tu clan o tu pandilla
¿Qué e' lo que tienen toto, su popola o su semilla?
E' que tú no brilla' y nadie paga taquilla
Pa' verte con boquilla, sapo e' maricón de orilla
Boca e' morcilla, practico tiro al blanco
¿Tú hace' número en YouTube? Yo hago número' en el banco
Pa' serte franco, contigo no compito
Repito, curarse contigo es un delito
Llegué con Doritos, tú ere' un perro sin raza
Tú ere' la para, sí, la para güevo por tu casa
No cojo cotorra, meno' amenaza
¿Cuándo tú vas a canta' Shelow,
De qué tú te disfraza'? (Tiguere falso)
Cójanlo con calma, dejen su apeche
Que llegan' Los Montros Men que se bebieron mi leche
Que se bebieron mi leche (Beban, beban)
¡Tú lo 'abe!

Yo hago rap de la calle (¡Atento a mí!)
Yo hago que usted se calle (¡Atento a mí!)
Yo le doy pa' que halle (¡Atento a mí!)
Ya se muerie'n, yo', llamen al 911

Yo hago rap de la calle (¡Atento a mí!)
Yo hago que usted se calle (¡Atento a mí!)
Yo le doy pa' que halle (¡Atento a mí!)
Ya se muerie'n, yo', llamen al 911 (-11, -11, -11, -11)

Pina Records, cara e' pancho, careta, boca e' chancleta
La versión masculina con lente' de la Fly Teta
Me vive' criticando de gratis, ¿y tu Bugatti?
Después que me critica', le lavas los pantie' a Natti
Deja tu celo, de la calle te cancelo
E' más, tú 'tá frío, sigue vendiendo hielo
Esto e' pa' ti y pa'l que quiera ganársela
Que se pongan en cuatro, abran la boca pa' dársela
La piden mucho y me la gritan
Si me conocen, ¿por qué me agitan?
¿Por qué e' que forzan si no militan?
To' esto' caga pene a mí solo me imitan
Dejen su flow de rapar con los prestamista'
El de la Maserati lo que es e' hemafrodita
Una perra maldita que no duerme de noche
(Critica y critica), es un achoche
Yo subo nota, mis cotorra' son clásica'
Mi letra, para un gordo es una bariátrica
Métrica épica, rima' dramática'
Verso' con ética, rima' acrobática'
Soy bueno en lenguaje y en matemática
En naturale' y en informática
Mi ñema es análoga, mi pistola automática
Hago rimas coherentes, tengo mente pragmática
Yo soy un ser, nací porque debí nacer
Lo tuyo e' mamar bicho, deben de reconocer
Que los dominicano' nacimo' con el poder
De hacer lo que hace Dios a diario con Lucifer
¿Cuáles son eso' palomo' que en la calle suenan conmigo?
Dizque que Lápiz e' su enemigo
'Tán delirando porque saben que nosotro' estamo' a'lante
Escucha bien lo que digo
Si tú te cruza pa' tu bloque
Mando pa'l de menore' de lo' que corren conmigo
Sigue jodiendo, come mierda, con lo' tiguere' de calle
Que te van a dar pa'l de tiro'

El respeto se gana con el micrófono,
No hablando mierda
¡Nico! en el instrumental
¡Clínico!
Lápiz Conciente
Jaque Mate
Don't fuck with me, mother fucker, yeah
Miguel Sanó
¡Boquetón!

911

- 911, what's your emergency?
- I think, I think there's a dead man

The coolest one arrived, the real deal, the Dominican
Those who want union, unite my penis with your anus
You are nothing but a raft of worms
Pigeons that I helped and that bit my hand
Me, meanwhile, rap never left, good for nothing
What came back was the flow that I, a veteran, brought
The music is dead, there's a lot of shit in my ears
Who told all of you bastards that you're rap?
There hasn't been, there won't be, nor was there one better
Students, take notes, your teacher has arrived
I'm taking attendance, something that annoys
New school rappers have gone yellow
Take pills for your trembling knees
You try to reach me and there's no sweet potato in your shin
Shit for your gang, for your clan or your posse
What do you guys have, your popola or your seed?
It's that you don't shine and nobody pays the ticket
To see you with your mouth, toad, you're a shore faggot
Mouth like blood sausage, I practice target shooting
You get numbers on YouTube? I get numbers in the bank
To be honest with you, I don't compete with you
I repeat, curing yourself with you is a crime
I came with Doritos, you're a dog without a breed
You're the stop, yes, the stop egg for your house
I don't take chatter, much less threats
When are you going to sing Shelow,
What are you disguised as? (Fake tiger)
Take it easy, leave your cravings
The Little Monsters Men are coming, they drank my milk
They drank my milk (Drink, drink)
You know it!

I do street rap (Pay attention to me!)
I make you shut up (Pay attention to me!)
I give it to you so you can find it (Pay attention to me!)
They're dying already, yo, call 911

I do street rap (Pay attention to me!)
I make you shut up (Pay attention to me!)
I give it to you so you can find it (Pay attention to me!)
They're dying already, yo, call 911 (-11, -11, -11, -11)

Pina Records, pancake face, mask, flip-flop mouth
The male version with Fly Teta's lenses
He keeps criticizing me for free, and your Bugatti?
After he criticizes me, you wash Natti's panties
Leave your jealousy, I cancel you from the street
What's more, you're cold, keep selling ice
This is for you and whoever wants to win it
Get on all fours, open your mouth to give it to you
They ask for it a lot and they yell at me
If they know me, why do they shake me?
Why do they force it if they don't militate?
All these penis shitters only imitate me
Leave your flow of rapping with the moneylenders
The Maserati one is a hermaphrodite
A damn bitch who doesn't sleep at night
(Criticizes and criticizes), it's a nag
I raise the bar, my parrots are classics
My lyrics, for a fat person, are bariatric
Epic metric, dramatic rhymes
Ethical verses, acrobatic rhymes
I'm good at language and math
In natural sciences and computer science
My yolk is analog, my gun is automatic
I make coherent rhymes, I have a pragmatic mind
I am a being, I was born because I should have been born
Yours is sucking dick, you must recognize
That Dominicans were born with the power
To do what God does daily with Lucifer
Who are those pigeons who sound like me on the street?
They say Lápiz is their enemy
They're delusional because they know we're ahead
Listen carefully to what I say
If you cross over to your block
I send for the youngest of those who run with me
Keep fucking around, eat shit, with the street tigers
They're going to give you to the ones who shoot

Respect is earned with the microphone,
Not talking shit
Nico! on the instrumental
Clinical!
Lápiz Conciente
Check Mate
Don't fuck with me, motherfucker, yeah
Miguel Sanó
Big Mouth!