Текст и перевод песни Lágrimas De Sangre - A Ver Si Lo Pilláis Ya

A Ver Si Lo Pilláis Ya

Lágrimas de sangre, inclasificable estilo
Vengo a honrar al rap, tranquilos
No somos de un gueto americano ni queremos parecerlo
Tengo demasiado respeto para ser tan falso
No voy a venderte un cromo
No es una moda, es un modo
A los "traperillos" que riman muy poco y se hacen mucha promo
En serio no me los tomo
En serio que me los como
Como si fueran libritos de lomo, escribo un tomo
No hago clips, hago hits, me deslomo
Junto palabras como quien fisiona átomos
No soy tenor, de milagro entono
Pero no pongo "autotune", novato
No es música cutre hecha rápido
Tampoco una súper producción de plástico
No es por pasar el rato
Rasco y debajo de la piel hallo estratos de asco y hiel
Canto y calmo el arrebato
Si no ves pasión, vas cegato o no estás al nivel
Maribel, veo la manivela
Quieren que solo escuches mierda y te muevas y bebas
Y viejas y nuevas, no pienses, no sientas
Banaliza, no analices la letra
Solo asimílala y baila
Mueve las piernas, tu cabeza se desintegra
No hay melodía, solo bombo a negras
"Bon voyage", llama cuando vuelvas
Aquí no verás esa mierda,
No hay novedad yo le canto a la izquierda
Vengo a agitar conciencias y a hacerte pensar
Con un verso que se quiere liberar, tiembla.

Me asesoré y lo consulté con la almohada,
Anduve en el Youtube hasta que entró la madrugada,
Tras una larga jornada, ya no cabía duda,
Se puede hacer hip hop sin llamar a nadie puta,
Y aquí no acaban las revelaciones,
Hay quien hace canciones en su idioma,
Hay quien no las entiende y en foros
No lo pregona, al letrista no cuestiona,
Y tú lo viste, esa gente existe, no es broma,
Están entre nosotros y no abundan en tu auricular,
Incluso hay quien rapea sin llevar pinta ridícula,
Hay quien vive sin envidia,
Hay quien viene para hacer música y quien viene a comerciar,
Hay de todo, amigo, en el mundillo, hay quien curra en letra
Y no solo en estribillo, esto quede entre tú y yo,
Es raro, pero a veces acontece,
Hay quien sube a un escenario y realmente lo merece
Y no parece, que vayan a cambiar por hoy las cosas,
Alerta por chubascos de canciones pastelosas
LDS desea que sea LDS
Lo que suena cuando la fuerza escasea,
Cuando levantarse sea una odisea, y tus miedos ahí delante,
Nosotros no te vamos a tomar por ignorante
No queremos que nos compres cualquier mierda,
Amor por esta ciencia y que la esencia no se pierda

Llega la nueva temporada
En una oficina traman, ultiman con su banda otra operación
Triunfo, hecha tufo pero dan el empujón, ¡horror!
Hoy la mafia decide en cada fiesta mayor ¡dolor!
Alguien con liquidez,
Le puso grupo al Youtuber de turno y obtuvo un producto en un plis,
Lo cuela en TV3 y lo pasea por los "festis"
Pero se vacía la plaza aunque sea gratis,
¿Querías currar para hacerte un lugar?
Que putada han acordado la portada,
Unos premios de mierda, una rueda de prensa y una foto de cara,
Unos cantan otros sacan tajada.
Buscabas formula que lo petara,
Y copiaste el hit de otro grupo sin que se notara,
Disimulabas, y si molaba,
Colabas una "colabo" que lo bordara por el panorama.
Media escena llama aun productor que se auto plagia,
¿Hace magia? ¡Qué va!
Cobra mucho y no se esmera nada,
En "festis" pagáis seis artistas pero veis la misma mierda enjabonada.
Colaboro con la obra elaborada para darle bola
A mí me mola apoyar si el mensaje se valora
Me cautiva la rima que liga,
Cada silaba apila y deliras hasta que te agobia.

LDS te da mensajes de calidad
Y eso es un hándicap en este panorama, paramo intelectual
Y te damos más de este 4
Que a los puritas les jode tanto que les da flato
Con guitarra y sin platos, ingratos
Nos tratan de traidores al hip hop
Cuando lo estamos expandiendo a saco
¿Si no quién queda? ¿Pimp Flaco?
El Trap es una moda y no nos mola, nosotros llevamos rato
Dándote párrafos largos sin argot para que entiendas de que hablamos
Si esto no es rap, montad un sindicato o algo
Pero dile a Frank que se ahorre la preguntita,
Si le damos al hip hop lo que el hip hop necesita
Es mierda inédita inaudita, mira por como chillan
Juraría que celebran mi rap o se clavan mis cuchillas
Es lo que he mamado, música real y explícita
Pero se publicita mejor la buena vibra.
No es fácil explicar porque estaba aparcando el Hardcore
Cuando es evidente que me gusta tanto,
Pero no estoy aquí para hacer el tonto: compito contra Txarango
Para sacar a los poetas urbanos del puto fango.
Por eso escribo y por eso sostengo,
Que no se canta el trozo de otro en el lugar de donde vengo
Dejad de pedirnos los cachos de las
"Colabos" que es casi un sacrilegio cantarlos
No seais toyacos.

"Wake up, wake up"
Somos Lágrimas de Sangre y le
Metemos Reggae y Rock al Rap, pero es Rap
"Wake up, wake up"
Somos Lágrimas de Sangre y esto es
"Yipi-yay-yow", a ver si lo pilláis ya
"Wake up, wake up"
Somos Lágrimas de Sangre y le metemos
Reggae, rock y jaleo al rap de Barcelona
Wake up, vente a saltar con mi crew
Blancs Wu, Blancs Wu, yaba-daba-daba-du, what!

See If You Get It Now

Tears of blood, unclassifiable style
I come to honor rap, relax
We are not from an American ghetto nor do we want to seem like it
I have too much respect to be so fake
I'm not going to sell you a sticker
It's not a fashion, it's a way
To the "trappers" who rhyme very little and do a lot of promo
Seriously, I don't take them
Seriously, I eat them
As if they were small books, I write a volume
I don't make clips, I make hits, I work my ass off
I put words together as if I were splitting atoms
I'm not a tenor, I barely sing
But I don't put "autotune", rookie
It's not crappy music made quickly
Neither a super plastic production
It's not to pass the time
I scratch and under my skin I find strata of disgust and bile
I sing and calm the outburst
If you don't see passion, you're blind or you're not up to the level
Maribel, I see the crank
They want you to only listen to shit and move and drink
And old and new, don't think, don't feel
Trivialize, don't analyze the lyrics
Just assimilate it and dance
Move your legs, your head disintegrates
There is no melody, only bass drum on black
"Bon voyage", call when you return
You won't see that shit here,
There is no novelty I sing to the left
I come to stir consciences and make you think
With a verse that wants to be free, it trembles.

I advised myself and consulted with the pillow,
I was on YouTube until dawn came,
After a long day, there was no doubt,
You can make hip hop without calling anyone a bitch,
And the revelations don't end here,
There are those who make songs in their language,
There are those who don't understand them and in forums
They don't proclaim it, they don't question the lyricist,
And you saw it, those people exist, it's no joke,
They are among us and they are not abundant in your headset,
There are even those who rap without wearing ridiculous paint,
There are those who live without envy,
There are those who come to make music and those who come to trade,
There's everything, friend, in the world, there are those who work on lyrics
And not only in the studio, this is between you and me,
It's weird, but sometimes it happens,
There are those who go on stage and really deserve it
And it doesn't seem like things are going to change for today,
Alert for showers of cheesy songs
LDS wishes it to be LDS
What sounds when strength is scarce,
When getting up is an odyssey, and your fears right there in front,
We are not going to take you for ignorant
We don't want you to buy any shit from us,
Love for this science and that the essence is not lost

The new season arrives
In an office they plot, finalize with their band another operation
Triumph, it stinks but they give the push, horror!
Today the mafia decides in every major party pain!
Someone with liquidity,
He put a group to the Youtuber on duty and obtained a product in a jiffy,
It sneaks into TV3 and walks it through the "festis"
But the square empties even if it's free,
Did you want to work to make a place for yourself?
What a bummer they have agreed on the cover,
Some shitty awards, a press conference and a face photo,
Some sing others cut.
You were looking for a formula that would hit it,
And you copied another band's hit without being noticed,
You were pretending, and if it was cool,
You sneaked in a "collab" that would embroider it across the scene.
Half the scene still calls a producer who self-plagiarizes,
Does he do magic? No way!
He charges a lot and doesn't try at all,
In "festis" you pay six artists but you see the same soapy shit.
I collaborate with the elaborate work to give it a ball
I like to support if the message is valued
The rhyme that binds captivates me,
Each syllable stacks and deliriums until it overwhelms you.

LDS gives you quality messages
And that's a handicap in this panorama, intellectual wasteland
And we give you more of this 4
That the puritans hate it so much that it gives them a stitch
With guitar and without cymbals, ungrateful
They treat us like traitors to hip hop
When we are expanding it a lot
If not, who's left? Pimp Flaco?
Trap is a fad and we don't like it, we've been here for a while
Giving you long paragraphs without slang so you understand what we are talking about
If this is not rap, start a union or something
But tell Frank to save the little question,
If we give hip hop what hip hop needs
It's unreleased, unprecedented shit, look at how they yell
I would swear they celebrate my rap or stick my blades
It's what I've suckled, real and explicit music
But good vibes are better advertised.
It's not easy to explain why I was parking Hardcore
When it's obvious that I like it so much,
But I'm not here to play the fool: I compete against Txarango
To get urban poets out of the fucking mud.
That's why I write and that's why I maintain,
That the piece of another is not sung in the place where I come from
Stop asking us for the pieces of the
"Colabos" which is almost a sacrilege to sing them
Don't be foolish.

"Wake up, wake up"
We are Tears of Blood and we
We put Reggae and Rock to Rap, but it's Rap
"Wake up, wake up"
We are Tears of Blood and this is
"Yipi-yay-yow", see if you get it now
"Wake up, wake up"
We are Tears of Blood and we put
Reggae, rock and hype to Barcelona's rap
Wake up, come jump with my crew
Blancs Wu, Blancs Wu, yaba-daba-daba-du, what!