Текст и перевод песни Mente Sabia Crú - Niños con Navaja

Niños con Navaja

Cuantos se quedaron y nunca lo asumieron nunca lo reconocieron
A fierro siguieron y que consiguieron nada
Pues el que a yerro mata a yerro muere
Ya escupimos hace rato a todos esos weones flojos que no pueden
Con la furia de los que llamaron pendejo
Viejo lejos tratan de llegar un poco más lejos
Por el contrario el complejo no los dejo mirarse al espejo
Washo en esta rayuela tiraron terrible mal el tejo véanla
Este 2007 el año de los perros
Quedaron colgao en la muralla como una medalla
No es talla pero estalla y esta ya ya tirao en esta paya
Los perlas se quedaron en una toalla durmiendo en la playa
No concuerdo con su idea de respeto por año y por tiempo no no no
Cuantos dijeron que yo no tenía aprobao el curso de rapero experto
Toma quliao este es un 7 coeficiente 2 pa tu recto
Traigo la bomba que explota su cabezota
Que por más que quiso hacer rap solo encontró su derrota
Raperos que explotan rebotan son como el agua sucia
No pudieron con el rap hoy mi rap los descoloca posta!!
Si lo que ago lo ago enserio
No es por ser protagonista tampoco ser el dueño del reino
El rap pa mi es mi alimento
Con el me contento me entretengo en el entrego y tengo mis sentimientos
Y que más cierto si tranquilo estoy en esto
Elegí el camino correcto mientras vo ya no cajai en esto
Perdiste el trayecto se fueron los textos
No hubo un concreto proyecto formado enserio
Pensaste que el rap era un juego
Pero nunca imaginaste que este juego era el juego del miedo
Hay lerdo pone atención y escucha esto
Y recuerda el momento en que el rap se fue de tu cerebro

Son terapias mentales fraseos vitales
Letrista abandonan las lista por dista en cintas comerciales
Si ustedes son padres el rap es bastardo y lo saben
Que en paz descanse tu lápiz satisfecho no vale no!
La clave es mantenerse da lo mismo si es que estrese
El tiempo no equivale a calidad y que mal te parece
Hay quien falta y te jactas por tu larga trayectoria
Pa mi eso no basta sufro de pésima memoria
Mi habilidad es obvia y hoy día la saco a pasear
No hay trabajo forzoso pa mi rapear es descansar
Lo veras pasar sin disfrutar en blanco denuevo
Tu amor por el rap no es sincero de cero empieza denuevo
No soy un experto y mira con 20 como lo hacemos
Vo teni como 30 y aun seguí tapao en sebo
Rapero los jevoles les pongo el sebo pa que piquen
Esta va con fundamento pa que con razón nos miren
Mejor no miren misiles pa Giles rompemos sus filas
Su jugo termina lavando plato en la cocina
Bonito recuerdo no ma que eso te convertiste
En el queso tus versos en el pasado verso y por eso me estreso
Ahora esfúmate se fueron tus 5 minutos de fama
El fantasma interior te gano y por eso este es mi drama
El deber me aclama y reclama por lo que nunca es justo
Asume el costo solo te quedaste solo cagao de susto buu!!
No tengo fans club mi hard Group patea tu visión del rap
Con este trac trágate tu lírica!
Miraste en meno tu evolución se fue por el suelo
Olvidaste quien te apañaba bueno ahora no existe consuelo
Asume que tu motor creativo se paro
Creí que por haber tirao un disco hace un par de años ya tabai listo
Queri tirar el rap arriba
Pues bien aquí estaríamos todos contentos y conforme con tu partida.

Children with Knives

How many stayed and never admitted it, never acknowledged it?
They continued with iron, and what did they achieve? Nothing.
Because he who kills wrongly, dies wrongly.
We already spat a while ago on all those lazy dudes who can't.
With the fury of those who called them fools.
Old far away trying to get a little further.
On the contrary, the complex doesn't let them look in the mirror.
Washo in this groove they threw terribly bad the fabric, look at it.
This 2007 the year of the dogs.
They were hung on the wall like a medal.
It's not funny, but it explodes, and it's already lying on this beach.
The pearls were left on a towel, sleeping on the beach.
I don't agree with your idea of respect for year and time, no, no, no.
How many said that I had not passed the expert rapper course.
Take, asshole, this is a 7, coefficient 2 for your rectum.
I bring the bomb that blows up his big head.
That no matter how much he wanted to rap, he only found his defeat.
Rappers that explode, rebound, are like dirty water.
They couldn't with rap, today my rap discolors them, fool!
If what I do I do seriously.
It's not to be the protagonist, nor to be the owner of the kingdom.
Rap for me is my food.
I'm happy with it, I entertain myself in it, I give myself over to it and I have my feelings.
And what is more true if I am calm in this.
I chose the right path while you don't fit in anymore.
You lost the way, the texts are gone.
There was no concrete project formed seriously.
You thought rap was a game.
But you never imagined that this game was the game of fear.
There's a slow one, pay attention and listen to this.
And remember the time when rap left your brain.

They are mental therapies, vital phrases.
Lyricists abandon the list by distance in commercial tapes.
If you are parents, rap is a bastard and you know it.
May your satisfied pencil rest in peace, it's not worth it, no!
The key is to stay, it doesn't matter if it stresses.
Time does not equal quality, and what bad seems to you.
There are those who are missing and you brag about your long career.
For me that's not enough, I suffer from a terrible memory.
My skill is obvious and today I take it for a walk.
There is no forced labor for me to rap is to rest.
You will see it pass without enjoying in white again.
Your love for rap is not sincere from scratch, start over.
I'm not an expert and look at 20 how we do it.
You're about 30 and you're still covered in tallow.
Rapper the jevoles I put the fat on them to bite.
This goes with foundation so that they look at us with reason.
Better not look missiles for Giles we break their ranks.
Your juice ends up washing dishes in the kitchen.
Nice memory, nothing more than that you became.
In the cheese your verses in the past verse and that's why I'm stressed.
Now smoke your 5 minutes of fame are gone.
The inner ghost beat you and that's why this is my drama.
Duty hails me and claims for what is never right.
Assume the cost, you were just left alone, scared shitless, boo!
I don't have a fan club, my hard Group kicks your vision of rap.
With this track swallow your lyric!
You looked less your evolution went to the ground.
You forgot who was helping you, well now there is no consolation.
Assume that your creative engine stopped.
I thought that having released an album a couple of years ago, you were ready.
I wanted to throw the rap up.
Well here we would all be happy and conform with your departure.