Alma Mater - Luis Spina перевод на английский

Alma Mater

Prendelo como Busta en "Touch it", flow excéntrico, Gianlucca Vacci
Mi talento pide evolución natural, matemáticas de Fibonacci
Suelo traer la paz del Tai Chi en Rap shit
Pero hoy chauchi
Práctico nigromancia, pa' que me escuchen (muertos), me dicen Quan Chi
Lo hago tan pesado que podría ficharme Jonathan Davis
Prefiero toda la vida una bandida que 4 babys
Prefiero un buen beat en repeat
Feat y fernet con los pi, un fini y la bic
Cocinar un no hit pa' disfrutar por stream, no miss, los Thunder de KD
Somos al Hip Hop lo que la polaca al caso Madeleine
Vos mas de Feid, fake, yo mas headbanging, "Killing in the name"
Se hizo carne en mí la ira como Kenny Arkana
Es que no hay otra en una sociedad estupidizada que vota a Milei, hey
Pero bueno, ya no reniego, ahora rapeo, ya no avivo giles
Metanse en el culo las royalties, se que regale miles
No pasa nada broder, yo escribo otras 32 y listo
La creatividad no se compra con guita, a vos tu musa te clava el visto
Me junto con Seba parecemos Pete Rock y CL Smooth
No controlo la birome, se mueve sola si es el mood
Se escucha hasta en los countries pero se siente en el hood
Que no me vengan a querer explicar como hacerlo con actitud eh
Eso aca sobra, capaz no se cobra
Pero el que se mide cobra
Yo mas de black mamba, vos mas de la cobra
No entienden la obra. Se visualiza y se logra
Las clavo todas, soy Drogba. Nos copian el dogma
No innovan
Son métricas frías y no te hablo de Colombia, bro
Cazaste la referencia?, bueno, muchos no
Son truchos con influencia y contactos
Con inteligencia y con tacto los expuso mi flow
No viven Hip Hop, en cambio en RAPAC si
La diferencia conceptual entre el rapero y el MC
Cargamos las linternas con monje negro y decoramos la city
En el patio de casa se siente el olor a graffiti
Compartimos cyphers que no creerías estar escuchando
Te recomendaría disfrutar y dejar de luchar con
El complejo de inferioridad con el que carga el rapper amateur
Y tomen nota de Rapacalle universidad, cuna del saber

A esta temperatura el oro de tu chain se funde
Plaw plaw, cuando el micro desenfunde
Bienaventurado el que secunde
Y el que no aunque se esconda, no se asombre
Mi skill no se confunde
A esta temperatura el oro de tu chain se funde
Plaw plaw, cuando el micro desenfunde
Bienaventurado el que secunde
Y el que no aunque se esconda, no se asombre
Mi skill no se confunde

Alma Mater

Catch it like Busta on "Touch it", eccentric flow, Gianlucca Vacci
My talent calls for natural evolution, Fibonacci mathematics
I usually bring the peace of Tai Chi in Rap shit
But today, chauchi (aggressive, confrontational)
I practice necromancy, so they (the dead) can hear me, they call me Quan Chi
I do it so heavy that Jonathan Davis could sign me
I prefer a bandit over 4 babies any day
I prefer a good beat on repeat
Feats and Fernet with the crew, a fini (cigarette) and the bic
Cooking a no-hitter to enjoy on stream, no miss, like KD's Thunder
We are to Hip Hop what the Polish woman is to the Madeleine McCann case
You're more Feid, fake, I'm more headbanging, "Killing in the name"
The rage became flesh in me like Kenny Arkana
There's no other way in a stupid society that votes for Milei, hey
But well, I don't complain anymore, now I rap, I don't warn fools
Shove the royalties up your ass, I know I gave away thousands
It's alright, brother, I'll write another 32 and that's it
Creativity can't be bought with money, your muse left you on read, girl
When I get together with Seba we look like Pete Rock and CL Smooth
I don't control the pen, it moves by itself if the mood is right
It's heard even in the gated communities, but it's felt in the hood
Don't come trying to explain to me how to do it with attitude, huh
That's overflowing here, maybe it doesn't pay
But whoever measures himself gets paid
I'm more black mamba, you're more like the cobra
They don't understand the work. It's visualized and achieved
I nail them all, I'm Drogba. They copy our dogma
They don't innovate
They're cold metrics and I'm not talking about Colombia, bro
Did you catch the reference? Well, many don't
They're fake with influence and contacts
With intelligence and tact, my flow exposed them
They don't live Hip Hop, but in RAPAC they do
The conceptual difference between the rapper and the MC
We load the lanterns with black monk and decorate the city
In the backyard, you can smell the graffiti
We share cyphers you wouldn't believe you're listening to
I would recommend enjoying and stop struggling with
The inferiority complex that the amateur rapper carries
And take note of Rapacalle University, the cradle of knowledge

At this temperature, the gold on your chain melts
Plaw plaw, when the mic is drawn
Blessed is he who seconds
And whoever doesn't, even if he hides, shouldn't be surprised
My skill is unmistakable
At this temperature, the gold on your chain melts
Plaw plaw, when the mic is drawn
Blessed is he who seconds
And whoever doesn't, even if he hides, shouldn't be surprised
My skill is unmistakable