Текст и перевод песни Mc Flako - Tercera Persona

Tercera Persona

A punta de golpes y truenos, la vida lo enseñó a ser bueno
Para más que en el pensar más en el bienestar ajeno
Sabe que debe amar al prójimo y siempre serle sincero
Pero le suena un poco ilógico sin amarse primero
Aun no entiende, como se venden lujos espirituales Animales superficiales, guiados por bienes
Materiales Es hombre Humilde por lo cual escarba entre
Los escombros Para así ver que a nadie mira por encima
Del hombro
Le es más fiel a un papel, que a la miel de una piel
Y nunca habla de su rap, porque su rap habla por el
Le otorga su vida a sus rimas sobre una tarima Para sentirse en el cielo cuando observa una
Mano arriba
Al caído no caerle, al caído darle la mano Y por pensar hacer el bien le han caído varios
Farsantes Hasta la fecha colecciona diez y ocho veranos
Que se han vuelto en diez y ocho inviernos constantes
Conoce la importancia que posee cada sueño Que la disposición de sus dueños es crucial
Para observarlos Sabe que la noche se hace larga para los soñadores
Y que por pequeños que sean hay que luchar para lograrlos
Tiene claro que el tiempo, modifica sus pensamientos Y en vez de gritar mejor mejora su argumento
Toda su vida fue una mentira, y quiso ser sincero
RAZÓN PRINCIPAL POR LA CUAL SE VOLVIÓ RAPERO
Muchos conocen a mc flaco, pero pocos a Andrés Que aunque el rap nació allá no le gusta
El rap en ingles No traduce temas de idiomas diferentes que
Se le cruzan Prefiere hacer sus temas y que los traduzcan
En la USA
Hace rap para el que entiende que rapero es el que lo siente
No es cantante, solo en letras describe lo constante
Y que la gente entienda que el rapero no es delincuente
Pero no colaboran muchos con delirios maleantes
Sus temas no poseen coros, ni producciones caras
Es decir que le mete el cora pa' dejarte las cuentas claras
Y aunque le sugieren coros para que sea mas pegajosos
No hay nada más pegajoso que decir las cosas con ganas
Se aferra a sus raices, sus andamios y sus bases
No le importa que lo comercial pega mas que lo que el hace
Auque muchos individuos le den errados consejos Está conciente que con conciencia, también
Se llega lejos
No se crece entre los suyos por una buena canción
Ni se le hace falta una foto en el estudio de grabación
Tu notificación
Se redime, y revive con lo versos con los que se exhibe
Escribe de lo que vive, pero no vive de lo que escribe
Puede rapear sin parar desde hoy hasta el siguiente octubre
Sin estar mal acostumbrado a rapear por costumbre
Para el no está mal, ser discreto en momentos varios
Ya que se te distingue como ser oportuno y necesario
Piensa que es pertinente mencionar varios comentarios
Y más aún cuando se trata de tu estancia en un escenario
No le hables como mc, háblale como un hermano Porque antes de ser rapero el ya era un ser
Humano No le hables como ese hombre que solo hace
Rap conciente Porque antes de ser rapero el ya era un ser
Viviente
SOY REAL, vaya frase tan superficial Y cree que en los supuestos reales radica
El problema El echo de haber nacido en una familia disfuncional
Es mas real que estar gritando soy real en todos tus temas
SOY REAL, vaya frase sin claridad ya que es real aquel, ser tangible que vive
De realidades Y Aunque el nunca eh vivido en la necesidad
Sabe lo que es estar mal y no poseer oportunidades
Improvisando no se le hace visible ningún percance
Corta tu avance y responde a cada rima que le lances
Con tema o sin tema impuesto a puesto lo mejor de el
En rimas y versos con calma desgasta su alma y su piel
Le es fiel a la competición sana, sin egocentrismo Solo compite para demostrar que hay raperos
Inteligentes Solo compite para superarse a si mismo
Y cumplir metas que mc flaco se ah trazado anteriormente
Se le hace obvio, que sus enemigos le aman con odio
Ya que nunca ah rapeado ni por medallas ni por podios
No le haya relevancia a un papel válido por diploma
Si al fin y al cabo nunca en tu vida aprendiste a ser persona
Rapea simplemente, para llenarse espiritualmente Ya que su espíritu refleja la experiencia
De sus años rapeando ah comprendido a saber amar con la
Mente Y que concejos y regaños sirven a escalar
Peldaños
El rap es arte pero el arte no es rap por definición
Con trazos delicados y otros fuertes el pinta sus rimas finas
Desde el grito de van gogh hasta miguel y su creación
Terminará dando de su arte en la capilla sextina
No pinta obras maestras, con su vocablo da pasos
Dando muestras que es artista y mejor que pablo picazo
Suelta comentarios módicos, crónicos, lógicos No es da vinci pero posee sus propios códigos
Sus rimas, son por el, catalogadas como su de vida
Y es un as bajo la manga para combatir la rutina
Además por muchos santos están cubiertos sus días
Ya que transborda en san Antonio, y su salida en santa lucía
Antes soñar lo piensa, y después de soñar reacciona
Ya que una persona sin sueños, es simplemente una persona
El pasado es como el tiempo, que te afana lentamente
Te insita a cumplir tus sueños futuros en el presente
En su caminar en el rap a callado bocas de idiotas
Que creen ser más mc's, por llevar una grande ropa
El ser mc va más en el canto no tanto en la vestimenta
Ya que nunca eh visto rapeando a una camisa del dos ochenta
El ser mc va mas en lo que piensas con tus sentimientos
Necesitas solo una mente hambrienta, de conocimiento Una libreta un lapicero, una esencia despejada
Para que puedas pensarlo todo sin necesidad de decir nada
Sabe que es cierto que asiste a muchos conciertos y eventos
Pero a diferencia de otros no va para que le reconozcan
Solo va para pasar el rato al lado de 4 elementos Y No para conocer a gente y terminar en la
Rosca
Nunca ah rapeado, buscando complacer a los demás
Ya que su objetivo primordial ha sido tener calma y paz
Recuerda esto, aunque olvides todo lo demás Un poeta solo es un músico que nunca aprendió
A cantar
Es Criticado habitualmente por ser tan individual Sin especificar, lo es desde un punto más
General Desde el pensamiento, Música, fútbol, y
Lo racional Hasta su atracción carnal, y su inactiva
Vida sexual
En 18 años transcurridos y muy bien vividos Ah comprendido que no eres lo que has leído
Y el número de temas que ha escrito sin moción alguna
Es igual al número de vaginas que ah conocido (NINGUNA)
Es el hombre de la casa, y solo vive con tres damas
Y esto lo ah ayudado a entender que no son sinónimo de cama
Que tiene claro que aquella mujer, que viste con escotes
Su objetivo primario es que sus enormes tetas notes
Mientras bailas en barrio Colombia en la noche de un viernes
El flaco no se adormece, por estar en sus cuadernos
Mientras terminas la fiesta, llegas a tu casa y duermes
Sigue despierto recitándole versos a sus infiernos
Tanto socio que hace rap por ocio sin ser sincero
Buscando negocio en una cultura que ni siquiera ama
No quieren ser distinguidos solo obtener dinero Ahí radica la diferencia entre el respeto
Y la fama
Las mentes grandes simplemente, hablan de ideas con peso
Las mentes medianas hablan de hechos sobre su faz
Las mentes pequeñas, solo hablan de simples sucesos
Y las mentes pobres, se conforman con hablar de los demás
Y si hablo en tercera persona durante el tema es para que entiendas que no solo hago parte
Del problema Ya que muchas veces trato de hallarle la solución
A tanto raper tonto que en su canto no plasman su corazón
Razón de ser, inspiración para hacer crecer a peones
En el vaivén del mal donde el bien también toma decisiones
SOY MC FLAKO, e intento llenarme con canciones Y llenarte en parte con arte trabajado con
Mis cojones.
Sobre el beat está Favela, que enseña más que una escuela
Y te deja secuelas, ya que le agrega ritmo a un aritmico con su akapella. (Vuela, vuela)
Sobre las rimas y las frases, que fueron sacadas de un saco
Hay una vida, con falta de clase, llamado mc flaco
Hasta los perdedores tenemos historia.

Third Person

Through blows and thunder, life taught him to be good
To focus more on the well-being of others than his own
He knows he must love his neighbor and always be sincere
But it sounds a little illogical to him without loving himself first
He still doesn't understand how spiritual luxuries are sold Superficial animals, guided by goods
Materials He is a humble man, which is why he digs through
The rubble To see that no one looks down on anyone else
From the shoulder
He is more faithful to a piece of paper than to the honey of a skin
And he never talks about his rap, because his rap speaks for him
He gives his life to his rhymes on a stage To feel in heaven when he sees a
Hand up
Don't let the fallen fall, give the fallen a hand And for thinking of doing good several have fallen on him
Fakers To date, he has collected eighteen summers
Which have turned into eighteen constant winters
He knows the importance of each dream That the disposition of its owners is crucial
To observe them He knows that the night is long for dreamers
And that no matter how small they are, you have to fight to achieve them
He is clear that time modifies his thoughts And instead of shouting, he improves his argument
His whole life was a lie, and he wanted to be honest
MAIN REASON WHY HE BECAME A RAPPER
Many know mc flaco, but few know Andrés That although rap was born there, he doesn't like
Rap in English He does not translate songs from different languages that
Come across him He prefers to make his songs and have them translated
In the USA
He makes rap for those who understand that a rapper is the one who feels it
He is not a singer, only in lyrics he describes the constant
And for people to understand that the rapper is not a delinquent
But not many collaborate with evil delusions
His themes do not have choruses or expensive productions
That is to say, he puts his heart into it to make things clear for you
And although choruses are suggested to him to make it more catchy
There is nothing more catchy than saying things with desire
He clings to his roots, his scaffolding and his bases
He doesn't care that the commercial stuff hits more than what he does
Although many individuals give him wrong advice He is aware that with conscience, you can also
Go far
He doesn't grow among his own because of a good song
Nor does he need a photo in the recording studio
Your notification
He redeems himself and revives with the verses with which he exhibits himself
He writes about what he lives, but he doesn't live off what he writes
He can rap non-stop from today until next October
Without being badly accustomed to rapping out of habit
For him it's not wrong to be discreet at various times
Since you are distinguished as being timely and necessary
He thinks it is pertinent to mention several comments
And even more so when it comes to your stay on a stage
Don't talk to him like an mc, talk to him like a brother Because before being a rapper he was already a human
Being Don't talk to him like that man who only does
Conscious rap Because before being a rapper he was already a living
Being
I'M REAL, what a superficial phrase And he believes that in the supposedly real lies
The problem The fact of having been born into a dysfunctional family
It is more real than shouting I am real in all your themes
I AM REAL, what a phrase without clarity since the real one is that tangible being who lives
Of realities And Although he has never lived in need
He knows what it is to be wrong and not have opportunities
Improvising, no mishap is visible to him
Cut your advance and respond to every rhyme you throw at him
With a theme or without a theme imposed on the spot, the best of him
In rhymes and verses, he calmly wears down his soul and his skin
He is faithful to healthy competition, without self-centeredness He only competes to show that there are rappers
Intelligent He only competes to improve himself
And meet goals that mc flaco has set for himself previously
It is obvious to him that his enemies love him with hatred
Since he has never rapped for medals or podiums
Don't find relevance to a paper valid by diploma
If at the end of the day you never learned to be a person in your life
He raps simply, to fill himself spiritually Since his spirit reflects the experience
Of his years rapping, he has understood how to love with the
Mind And that advice and scolding serve to climb
Steps
Rap is art but art is not rap by definition
With delicate and other strong strokes, he paints his fine rhymes
From van gogh's scream to miguel and his creation
He will end up giving his art in the Sistine Chapel
He doesn't paint masterpieces, with his words he takes steps
Showing that he is an artist and better than pablo picazo
He releases modest, chronic, logical comments He is not da vinci but he has his own codes
His rhymes are, for him, cataloged as his life
And it's an ace up his sleeve to combat routine
Furthermore, many saints cover his days
Since it overflows in San Antonio, and its departure in Santa Lucia
Before dreaming, he thinks, and after dreaming, he reacts
Since a person without dreams is simply a person
The past is like time, which slowly distresses you
It urges you to fulfill your future dreams in the present
On his walk in rap, he has silenced the mouths of idiots
Who think they are more mc's, for wearing big clothes
Being an mc is more about singing than about clothing
Since I have never seen a shirt rapping two eighty
Being an mc is more about what you think with your feelings
You only need a mind hungry for knowledge A notebook, a pencil, a clear essence
So you can think it all without having to say anything
He knows it's true that he attends many concerts and events
But unlike others, he doesn't go so that they recognize him
He only goes to hang out next to 4 elements And Not to meet people and end up in the
Rosca
He has never rapped, seeking to please others
Since his primary objective has been to have calm and peace
Remember this, even if you forget everything else A poet is just a musician who never learned
To sing
He is routinely criticized for being so individual Without specifying, it is from a more
General From thought, Music, football, and
The rational Until his carnal attraction, and his inactive
Sex life
In 18 years passed and very well lived He has understood that you are not what you have read
And the number of songs he has written without any motion
It is equal to the number of vaginas he has known (NONE)
He is the man of the house, and he only lives with three ladies
And this has helped him understand that they are not synonymous with bed
That he is clear that that woman, who dresses with necklines
Its primary objective is that you notice its huge tits
While you dance in Barrio Colombia on a Friday night
The skinny one does not fall asleep, for being in his notebooks
While you finish the party, you get home and sleep
He continues awake reciting verses to his hells
So many partners who rap for leisure without being sincere
Looking for business in a culture that he doesn't even love
They don't want to be distinguished, they just want to get money That's the difference between respect
And fame
Great minds simply talk about ideas with weight
Average minds talk about facts on their face
Small minds only talk about simple events
And poor minds settle for talking about others
And if I speak in the third person during the song, it is so that you understand that I am not only part
Of the problem Since many times I try to find the solution
To so many dumb rappers who don't put their heart into their singing
Reason for being, inspiration to make pawns grow
In the sway of evil where good also makes decisions
I AM MC FLAKO, and I try to fill myself with songs And fill you partly with art worked with
My balls.
On the beat is Favela, which teaches more than a school
And it leaves you sequels, since it adds rhythm to an arrhythmic with its akapella. (Fly, fly)
On the rhymes and phrases, which were taken out of a sack
There is a life, lacking class, called mc flaco
Even losers have a story.