Текст и перевод песни Los Aldeanos - De Pykytypakyty

De Pykytypakyty

Ja ja ja ja
Abajo vedao,
Como hace 3 febreros,
Aldeano y el bi,
Las 26 musas,
En la aldea,
Hiphop under ground,

Y esto es paque, se bote el pote de una vez por todas,
Con estos maestros del verbo mejor no jodas,
Que lo nuestro no es moda, ni movidas bobadas,
De pikiti pakiti, territorrio under ground, zona minada,

No formes nada ni te hagas el personaje,
Mortadella recogete que aqui estan los salvajes, sin aguaje,
Los que mas faroles dibujan,
Saca la mano niño que te coge la centrifuga,

De pikiti pakiti, asunto de musas,
Este que te parte a ti, que reparte aqui,
A partes iguales millares de rimas el que abusa,
Que tiene con pulso, mucho mucho chucho, y apecha a pacha la lucha,
Que toni pacha la noche,
Que bonche te goche sigue siendo un bofe ¡¡ me escuchan¡¡

Pues mucha,

La dosis de toxico, logico, miosico, niosico, solido,
Atonico, cuantico, a tu timpano, asimila lo plastico,

Yo practico latigo, rapido,
Mandi tu no, me has engañado, no eres underground,
Sino un singao,
Caza fanaticos,

Vivo del real hiphop, mi nombre un talento grafico,
A mi hombro tengo verdades si se sabe que
Es rana, que a edades tempranas compongo,
Se que me impongo,
Y tengo una tonga de mongas y mongos pues ponganme a mi,
Pero canela da bi, mas que a mi, caele a la tonga dongo,
Todavia,
Queda una pila que tu lo sabias,
Hacias toa la poesia ansia de la fantasia
¡¡mia¡¡ vacia, prueba de alcance vacia, fria, sabiduria, cri
A de musas que expulsan, excusan y anuncian mi canto,
Y no te respetan por si ellos son blancos y los puntos
Se hallan hecho santo no, esque reposo tan dando yo, y no
Entiendo que ando sudando y sufriendo y
Al mando del bando que jamas se rindiooooo,

Soy el que siempre dijo lo que vio,
No dudo haciendo que esto se respete,
El rimador tutor- escritor, el mejor autor-interprete,
Y sostuvo porque te metes,
Si los ves que no clacifican, tonto porque no te retiras, pira,
Que tu haces en mi mira, y no me gustaria joderte, pira,
Con mucha presion, depresion, con la revolucion,
La mission son mas de un peloton, de un millon con microphone,
Hermano,
Este que te parte a ti, que reparte aqui,
A partes iguales millares de rimas el que abusa,
Pikiti pakiti, asunto de musas,

Y esto es paque, se bote el pote de una vez por todas,
Con estos maestros del verbo mejor no jodas,
Que lo nuestro no es moda, ni movidas bobadas,
The pikiti pakiti, territorrio under ground, zona minada,

No formes nada ni te hagas el personaje,
Mortadella recogete que aqui estan los salvajes, sin aguaje,
Los que mas faroles dibujan,
Saca la mano niño que te coge la centrifuga,

De pikiti pakiti, asunto de musas,
Saben que estos es family, ta fatality,
No sucias escusas, confuzas con fuerza de astucia,
No tengo desmayo, caballo veloz como un rayo,
No fallo ni me hallo entre aquello que tienen mas años
Que callos, con ellos no tallo, aunque ¡¡ me escuchan¡¡

Recoja, que esto no afloja, me llevo la roja, pa tu no me coja,
Que lo que esta roca, sobre cada hoja,
Destruye los sueños de los que se antojan, en, tumbar esto, c
On una humildad farsante,
Cuando en realidad, tiene mucho mas, money que naomi campbell,
Mejor que se aguanten, antes, que esto te mate, en parte,
A ti que empezaste, salte,
En este evo acto salve que en
Principiante salte, insignificante ganster captes,

Soy poderoso en combate,
To el mundo aqui sabe que tu canta rap cuando no es epoca de tomate,
Entonces pa que,
En mi camino te metes con esa rutina,
Si no traes encima un chaleco anti rima, rebajando arriba,
Despues no termine la pide, prosigue, no hay tiempo para pasear,
Me compre unos colores, tengo muchos faroles que colorear,
No mermo, estoy en lo cierto,
Cuando digo que soy ambidiestro,
Sabes que men, ni lo intentes, que te enfrentes,
A quien vende a mi pierna lo siento, lo siento,
Samuel con minero recoje que aqui el que no coje se larga diciendo,
Quiero volar con la, lirica, de esa banda en un concierto,
Asi que esta bien,
Pepillo como se agarra el lapiz,
Si quieres en 1, 2 x 3 tener miles de enemigos de gratis,
Y ser aqui,
Alguien que no tiene ni un milagroso centavo,
Pero es admirado, porque tiene acoger pa colonizado a nuevo vedado,
Juego pesado,
Mas joda mi paciencia,
Esto es pa que ya se joda tu posibilidad de la competencia,
Decencia no esta en la agencia de rap,
Sino en la calle a oscuras, ¡¡me escuchas¡¡,
The pikiti pikiti pakiti yooooo

Asunto de musas

Asunto de musas

Asunto de musas

Y esto es paque, se bote el pote de una vez por todas,
Con estos maestros del verbo mejor no jodas,
Que lo nuestro no es moda, ni movidas bobadas,
The pikiti paqueti, territorrio under ground, zona minada,

No formes nada ni te hagas el personaje,
Mortadella recogete que aqui estan los salvajes, sin aguaje,
Los que mas faroles dibujan,
Saca la mano niño que te coge la centrifuga,

Of Pykytypakyty

Ha ha ha ha
Down below, forbidden,
Like 3 Februarys ago,
Aldeano and El B,
The 26 muses,
In the village,
Hip-hop underground,

And this is for the pot to boil over once and for all,
With these masters of the word, you better not mess around,
Our thing isn't a fad, nor silly trends,
Of pikiti pakiti, underground territory, a minefield,

Don't put on an act or play a character,
Mortadella, back off, the savages are here, no joke,
Those who draw the most lanterns,
Stick your hand out, kid, the centrifuge will grab you,

Of pikiti pakiti, a matter of muses,
This one who breaks you, who distributes here,
Thousands of rhymes in equal parts, the one who abuses,
Who has a pulse, a lot of bite, and pushes the struggle to the limit,
That Toni parties the night away,
That party grabs you, still a sucker, do you hear me?!

Well, girl,

The dose of toxic, logical, myosic, niosic, solid,
Atonic, quantic, to your eardrum, assimilate the plastic,

I practice the whip, fast,
Mandi you don't, you've fooled me, you're not underground,
But a phony,
Hunting fanatics,

I live off real hip-hop, my name a graphic talent,
On my shoulder I have truths, if you know that
It's a frog, that from a young age I compose,
I know I impose,
And I have a bunch of girls and guys, so put me on,
But cinnamon gives B, more than me, fall for the bunch, dude,
Still,
There's a pile left, you knew that,
You did all the poetry, longing for fantasy
Mine!! Empty, a test of reach, empty, cold, wisdom, cry
Of muses who expel, excuse, and announce my song,
And they don't respect you because they are white and the points
Are made holy, no, that I rest giving, and I don't
Understand that I walk sweating and suffering and
In command of the side that never surrenderedoooo,

I'm the one who always said what he saw,
I don't hesitate to make this respected,
The rhyming tutor-writer, the best author-interpreter,
And he held on, why do you get involved,
If you see them that they don't classify, fool, why don't you withdraw, scram,
What are you doing in my sights, and I wouldn't like to screw you up, scram,
With a lot of pressure, depression, with the revolution,
The mission is more than one platoon, a million with a microphone,
Sister,
This one who breaks you, who distributes here,
Thousands of rhymes in equal parts, the one who abuses,
Pikiti pakiti, a matter of muses,

And this is for the pot to boil over once and for all,
With these masters of the word, you better not mess around,
Our thing isn't a fad, nor silly trends,
The pikiti pakiti, underground territory, a minefield,

Don't put on an act or play a character,
Mortadella, back off, the savages are here, no joke,
Those who draw the most lanterns,
Stick your hand out, kid, the centrifuge will grab you,

Of pikiti pakiti, a matter of muses,
You know this is family, it's fatality,
No dirty excuses, confused with the force of cunning,
I don't faint, a horse as fast as lightning,
I don't fail nor find myself among those who have more years
Than calluses, I don't carve with them, even though they hear me!!

Pick it up, this doesn't loosen, I take the red one, so you don't catch me,
That what this rock, on every leaf,
Destroys the dreams of those who long to, in, knock this down, with
A fake humility,
When in reality, he has much more money than Naomi Campbell,
They better hold on, before, this kills you, in part,
You who started, jump,
In this act of evo, save that in
Beginner jump, insignificant gangster, you catch,

I am powerful in combat,
Everyone here knows that you sing rap when it's not tomato season,
So why,
In my path you get involved with that routine,
If you don't bring an anti-rhyme vest on top, lowering up,
Then don't finish the request, continue, there's no time to walk,
I bought some colors, I have many lanterns to color,
I don't diminish, I'm right,
When I say I'm ambidextrous,
You know that man, don't even try, that you face,
Whoever sells my leg, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
Samuel with Minero pick up, that here whoever doesn't get it leaves saying,
I want to fly with the, lyrics, of that band in a concert,
So it's okay,
Pepillo how he grabs the pencil,
If you want in 1, 2 x 3 to have thousands of enemies for free,
And be here,
Someone who doesn't even have a miraculous penny,
But is admired, because he has to welcome the colonized to the new forbidden,
Heavy game,
More messing with my patience,
This is so that your possibility of competition is already screwed,
Decency is not in the rap agency,
But in the dark street, do you hear me,
The pikiti pikiti pakiti meeeeee

A matter of muses

A matter of muses

A matter of muses

And this is for the pot to boil over once and for all,
With these masters of the word, you better not mess around,
Our thing isn't a fad, nor silly trends,
The pikiti pakiti, underground territory, a minefield,

Don't put on an act or play a character,
Mortadella, back off, the savages are here, no joke,
Those who draw the most lanterns,
Stick your hand out, kid, the centrifuge will grab you,