Текст и перевод песни Los Aldeanos - Pasa el Borrador

Pasa el Borrador

Los Tengo en la mira, se que conspiran
Respiran eso, me miran con ira
Aspiran a ser yo, giro destrezo
Solo tiran besos a han, otro del clan sin peso
El nombre Bian, te suena? ese es tu timbre de receso?
Ya solo tengo mongo, valgo tongo
No me enfango, ni ando con quien me imponga otra onda
El mango pide el tango, no ando en tanga
Largate... cuando el B car-ga... salgan!
Saben q no tiro con salva...
Tapate, q ya llege bicho, capiche?
No pishe, ni me fichen su afiche
Metiche, soy diestro con el guinche
Niche, dile a tu compinche, que pinche
Y evite los berrinches con el teacher
Mi canto no esta presto pa'l bochinche Naa!
Ven pa aca, cuando quieras que la guataca te hinche Ra'
Con la puerta cerra'a y con la letra censura'a
Cuando le meto, es el que actua y camina pa' atras
Vas ha hablarme de hip hop? perdon
Fuera de la cancion, sin presion, creo que vale la aclaracion
No soy del monton, que su definicion simplifica
REVOLUCION, pero no sabes ni un cojon q significa
Sin explicacion, vamo a quitarnos la picazon
No llamas a la reflexion, solo intentas llamar la atencion
So bufon? hazlo de corazon, chismoson
Que hablar mierda de los hombres, no es libertad de expresion
No escribo con Ron (Al B Nunca Lo Veras Ebrio)
No tomo alcohol, solo me tomo el Rap En Serio (Variao)
Intentas competir? me suena a burla
Te doy 10 temas de ventaja y voy a escribir con la zurda
Recuerda Pepe, lo mismo en Vivo que en Cassette
Agarro el fonete, y a llorar que se perdio el tete
Avisa cuando escriba una rima que se respete
Aunque se pierde menos tiempo esperando la 27
Soquete, no peque, me guardas un secreto?
No me caes mal, no canto con tigo por que me respeto
Te receto, pa tu psicosis de mi dosi de tinta
O toma este boleto, pa que te vallas pa la... PINGAAAAA

Hace tiempo que te veo mandadito con la boca
Hace tiempo que te mido en otra ropa
Se paso de copas la cabrita y quiere ser cabron
Lo que no quiero es ponerme pa tu canton
En conclusion el ignorante es ignorado
Si te hago caso, te voy a tirar un cabo
Juega con los desturado tranquilito
Que yo estoy pa hip hop, tu lo q estas un hombresito
No te lo va a ganar a costilla de estos tipos
Con tu pullita tu rimita y tus chismesito
Sigue con el mojonsito del number one el mejor
Que al final quiere ser hipo mata y pasa el borrador

Quieres un consejo? NO TE METAS CON MIGO
Yo tengo mas canciones, que tu dias de Nacido
Sabues que? no me parece que seas bueno
Ademas me rei muchisimo, con la portada de tu demo
Ninio, en tumbarme no te empenies
Carinio, que parte del pipi quiere q te ensenie
Te voy a dar algo escrito por mi, pa que me tires
Por que tu flow lo puedo mejorar, hasta que rompan lo ticket en el cine
Cuando tu esta dormido, yo escribo Mami
Burro, como se te ocurrio, tirarme a MI?
Vamo a improvisar, anormal, tradicional
Que te vo a sacar mas lagrimas que el final de titanic
Tengo talento, no miento, mi pensamiento, firme mantengo
No empleo mi tiempo en cuentos ni inventos raros
Calo por palo, como un galo, y destimbalo sin intervalo
A los malos, mira como arboles talo
No puedo dejar a las silabas tranquilas, ni quedarme quieto
A cada cierto tiempo, a alguien le falto al respeto
Me porto mal, nadie me quiere en los conciertos
Por eso firme un contrato, con la disquera, del niagara records!
Me tiras por q me amas, quieres fama, tu estilo esta pa cama
Y feo como el primer pellizco de mi hermana
Chama compite, pero ni imites, titere no inventes lagos
Que ni en suenios, ninguno de ustedes rapea mas q al2
No imparto clase, reparto frase, la parto, yeah!
Deja la guaperia, que tu te tome el agua erbia
Renueva tu poesia, metela en chapinteria
Que con la mia, te hare volar como Buzzlightyear
Quien te conoce a ti, de donde tu saliste?
Yo tenia 6 demos, cuando tu primer tema escribiste
Amplia tu repertorio, y da un concierto ya
Que tu publico se resumira, en tu hermana y tu mama
Es ma, a tu pelicula, se le acabo el rollo
Entrena pa ver si algun dia, me hace los apoyos
Valla... retirate q en esto no te va bien
Y seras algien, pa la vigesima quinta parte de Alien

Hace tiempo que te veo mandadito con la boca
Hace tiempo que te mido en otra ropa
Se paso de copas la cabrita y quiere ser cabron
Lo que no quiero es ponerme pa tu canton
En conclusion el ignorante es ignorado
Si te hago caso, te voy a tirar un cabo
Juega con los desturado tranquilito
Que yo estoy pa hip hop, tu lo q estas un hombresito
No te lo va a ganar a costilla de estos tipos
Con tu pullita tu rimita y tus chismesito
Sigue con el mojonsito del number one el mejor
Q al final quiere ser hipo mata y pasa el borrador

Pass the Eraser

I've got you in my sights, I know you're conspiring
Breathing hate, looking at me with fury
You aspire to be me, with clumsy turns and twists
Just throwing kisses to Han, another weightless clan member
The name Bian, does it ring a bell? Is that your recess bell?
I only have mongo left, I'm worth tongo
I don't get muddy, nor do I hang with those who impose another vibe
The mango asks for the tango, I don't wear a thong
Get out... when the B loads... get out!
You know I don't shoot blanks...
Cover yourself, the bug has arrived, capiche?
Don't piss, or show me your poster
Nosy, I'm skilled with the winch
Niche, tell your buddy, that prick
To avoid tantrums with the teacher
My song is not ready for the gossip Naa!
Come here, whenever you want the hoe to poke you Ra'
With the door closed and the lyrics censored
When I put it in, you're the one who acts and walks backwards
You gonna talk to me about hip hop? Excuse me
Outside the song, without pressure, I think the clarification is worth it
I'm not one of the crowd, whose definition simplifies
REVOLUTION, but you don't even know a damn thing what it means
Without explanation, let's scratch our itch
You don't call for reflection, you just try to get attention
So, buffoon? Do it from the heart, gossip
Talking shit about men is not freedom of expression
I don't write with Rum (You'll Never See Al B Drunk)
I don't drink alcohol, I only take Rap Seriously (Variao)
Trying to compete? Sounds like a joke to me
I'll give you 10 tracks ahead and I'll write with my left hand
Remember Pepe, the same Live as on Cassette
I grab the phone, and cry that the tit is lost
Let me know when you write a rhyme that deserves respect
Although less time is wasted waiting for the 27
Sock, don't sin, will you keep a secret for me?
I don't dislike you, I don't sing with you because I respect myself
I prescribe you, for your psychosis, my dose of ink
Or take this ticket, so you can go to... HELL!

I've been seeing you for a while now, with your mouth running
I've been measuring you in other clothes for a while
The little goat had too many drinks and wants to be a badass
What I don't want is to put myself in your corner
In conclusion, the ignorant is ignored
If I pay attention to you, I'll throw you a line
Play with the broken ones quietly
I'm here for hip hop, you're just a little man
You won't win it at the expense of these guys
With your little jab, your little rhyme and your little gossip
Keep going with the little crap of the number one, the best
That in the end wants to be a hippo killer and passes the eraser

You want some advice? DON'T MESS WITH ME
I have more songs than you have days of being born
You know what? I don't think you're good
Besides, I laughed a lot with the cover of your demo
Kid, don't insist on taking me down
Honey, which part of the pee-pee do you want me to show you
I'll give you something written by me, so you can shoot at me
Because I can improve your flow, until the tickets at the cinema break
When you're asleep, I write Mami
Donkey, how did it occur to you to shoot at ME?
Let's improvise, abnormal, traditional
I'm gonna make you cry more than the ending of Titanic
I have talent, I don't lie, my thoughts, I keep firm
I don't spend my time on stories or weird inventions
Stick by stick, like a Gaul, and I unbalance without interval
The bad guys, look how I cut down trees
I can't leave the syllables alone, nor stand still
Every so often, I disrespect someone
I behave badly, nobody wants me at concerts
That's why I signed a contract with the record label, Niagara Records!
You throw at me because you love me, you want fame, your style is for bed
And ugly as my sister's first pinch
Girl compete, but don't even imitate, puppet don't invent lakes
That not even in dreams, none of you rap better than al2
I don't teach class, I distribute phrases, I break it down, yeah!
Leave the bravado, you're the one who drinks the hot water
Renew your poetry, put it in carpentry
With mine, I'll make you fly like Buzzlightyear
Who knows you, where did you come from?
I had 6 demos, when you wrote your first track
Expand your repertoire, and give a concert already
Your audience will be summed up in your sister and your mom
It's ma, your movie, the roll is over
Train to see if one day, you can do my backups
Wow... retire, you're not doing well in this
And you'll be somebody, for the twenty-fifth part of Alien

I've been seeing you for a while now, with your mouth running
I've been measuring you in other clothes for a while
The little goat had too many drinks and wants to be a badass
What I don't want is to put myself in your corner
In conclusion, the ignorant is ignored
If I pay attention to you, I'll throw you a line
Play with the broken ones quietly
I'm here for hip hop, you're just a little man
You won't win it at the expense of these guys
With your little jab, your little rhyme and your little gossip
Keep going with the little crap of the number one, the best
That in the end wants to be a hippo killer and passes the eraser