Текст и перевод песни Nfasis - Muerte Al Army

Muerte Al Army

En la repuesta pa LR le respondi un poco chueco
Porque conociendo al Lapiz de arrogante y medio freco'
Yo sabia que el iba a decir ¨aprovecha ahora mandrake¨
Tirale a ahora a ese care queso, panchito a ese guaremate
Adivina que? yo te estaba esperando en la baja
Yo sabia que tarde o temprano tu la iba a maca
Tu ere inteligente tu sabe lo que va a pasa
DRANGONZORD... Vamo AYA

Entonce ustedes pican gente y lo meten en botellones
Son sicario, limpia paca y lo mas torontone
Elcartel de los sapos, los 30 hill y pablo escobal
Bombardeo, acesinato una sicariedad total
Entonce para hacer un rap hay que hablar de gandillero
Que el kilo, que lo capo, que el barrio y lo pandillero
Si eh asi Toni Montana fuera el mejor de lo rapero
Alpaccino su Double boy y tu pac un mensajero
Ustedes lo que parecen un grupo de atracadores, decuidita,
Vuela patio, de ladrone y rompedore, Roba bomba, come aveces,
Vicioso, viola menore, afeminado, bixesuales,
Decoradore de interiores, vividore, culo sucio,
Aqueroso, chapiadore, samadore, rata de alcantarilla, roedores
A villa man lo vi en pal de semaforo vendiendo flore
Saltiadore, to son hembra y se la dan en malechore
Yo dudo que aqui haiga un rapero que me mejore
En eta vuelta no eh jugando traje a lo detripadore
Lo 10 conejos sagrado, esos si son abusadore
Y vinieron con 7 chupacabra francotiradore
Por palomo te sale tu mandariazo
Y por Ta' de malocorita 10 galleta y 15 cocotazo
2 Tie wrap Pa' amarrate lo pie y lo brazo
Y despues busca coco de lo grande y date pila de cocazo

Hiciste tu mayor ezfuerzo, encerio lo intentaste
No eh por Nah' pero hasta me gusto como cantate
Tu lo que quiere eh sona? Ah' po la solucion eh matate
Pah' que lo lambona digan el mah Duro era Mandrake
Asi si de una ve' pa sona sin pagar payola
Y te pautaran de grati por todas las emisoras
Y saldra en todo los medios de comunicación
La oportunidad de tu vida, no lo pienses, matate maricon
Si miramos bien al pote, a su color y su estatura
Un traveti sin cabello, flaco, largo y sin cintura
Un piercing se veria maravilloso
Un bajimama y unos zapato de piel de oso
Sin frenoa los hombres sale a hacer stripers a domicilio
Y kiko el crazy tiene un flow a lo paloma sin basilio
Como ese hay poco, ese tipo si eh feo
Y ese peinao que tiene en la cabeza parece un paquete de fideo
Ayy el fother, que te digo del fother?
Tu te acuerdas de aladino? El genio de la lampara el grandote
Vakeale la cara igualito hasta los ojotes
El mismo caco rapao, la misma barba y los bigotes
To el que rima dos estrofas de' Una ve quiere tirame
Aqui hay *ema para todos el que quiera que venga y mam*
Me meti ya toy adentro y va a se' Un bobo pa' Sacame

Musica pa gente inteligente y tambien pa' Lo ñame
Rapero transcedental
Unico y original
Como yo no ha visto otro, NI LO HABRA ENTIENDE CARNAL
Antes de tratar cambiarme sientate y ponte a pensa
Si eres mas que suficiente y tienes calidad moral

Tu me sale disque pa atracame repentinamente
Con esa cotilla afuera te doy to' Sin dale mete
Necesitas una proteina pero urgente mente
Porque ya tu no estas flaco estas casi transparente
Mas claro no canta un gallo el ARMY entero ya ta muerto
Despues de esta van a ser como un mojon en el decierto
Que nadie lo pisa, nadie le jiede, nadie lo ve
Porque el mismo que lo cag* a los 3 dias se murio de sed
Tengo tanta letra que compre un cuaderno imaginario
Pa olvidarme de las hojas porque siempre escribo a diario
En eto' Del rap quien puede ganarme soy yo mismo
Y pa eso obliago tienen que clonarme
Demaciada versatilidad pa tanta mente corta
Lady Gaga fusiona con calle 13 y jonh travolta
Entiende que la cosa no va a cambiar compadre
Tu naciste y moriras siendo el mismo sing* tu madre.

Death to the Army

In my response to LR, I went a little off track,
Because knowing Lapiz, he's arrogant and somewhat fresh.
I knew he would say "take advantage now, Mandrake"
Shoot at that cheese face now, little panchito, that guaremate.
Guess what? I was waiting for you at the bottom,
I knew sooner or later you would mess it up.
You're smart, you know what's gonna happen,
DRANGONZORD... Let's go THERE.

So you guys chop people up and put them in bottles,
You're hitmen, clean-up crews, and the biggest bullies.
The cartel of snitches, the 30 hills, and Pablo Escobar,
Bombing, murder, total thuggery.
So to make a rap, you have to talk about gangsters,
About kilos, bosses, the hood, and the gang members.
If that's the case, Tony Montana would be the best rapper,
Al Pacino his double boy and you, Pac, a messenger.
You guys look like a bunch of muggers, careless,
Yard-flyers, thieves and breakers, bomb-stealers, bird-eaters,
Junkies, child molesters, effeminate, bisexuals,
Interior decorators, freeloaders, dirty asses,
Disgusting, cheaters, suckers, sewer rats, rodents.
I saw Villaman at the traffic lights selling flowers,
Jumpers, they're all females and they give it up in the bushes.
I doubt there's a rapper here who can outdo me,
I'm not playing this time, I brought the gut-busters.
The 10 sacred rabbits, those are the real abusers,
And they came with 7 chupacabra snipers.
For Palomo, you get your slap in the face,
And for Ta, the bad girl, 10 cookies and 15 headbutts,
2 zip ties to tie your feet and arms,
And then look for big coconuts and give yourself a bunch of coconut smashes.

You made your best effort, you really tried,
It's not for nothing, but I even liked the way you sang.
You want to be famous? Well, the solution is to kill yourself,
So the ass-kissers can say the hardest was Mandrake.
That way you'll be famous right away without paying payola,
And they'll play you for free on all the radio stations.
And you'll be in all the media,
The opportunity of your life, don't think about it, kill yourself, faggot.
If we take a good look at the pot, at its color and height,
A transvestite without hair, skinny, tall and without a waist.
A piercing would look marvelous,
A low-cut top and some bear-skin shoes.
Without brakes, the men go out to do home strippers,
And Kiko el crazy has a flow like a dove without basil.
There are few like that, that guy is really ugly,
And that hairstyle he has on his head looks like a pack of noodles.
Ayy, the fother, what can I tell you about the fother?
Do you remember Aladdin? The genie of the lamp, the big one,
Look at his face, it's the same, even the big eyes,
The same shaved head, the same beard and mustache.
Everyone who rhymes two stanzas right away wants to shoot at me,
There's *ema for everyone here, whoever wants to come and suck*
I'm in, I'm already in, and it's gonna be a fool to get me out.

Music for intelligent people and also for the ñames,
Transcendental rapper,
Unique and original,
I haven't seen another one like me, AND THERE WON'T BE, UNDERSTAND, BROTHER.
Before you try to change me, sit down and think,
If you are more than enough and you have moral quality.

You come out saying you want to mug me suddenly,
With that little tail out, I'll give it to you all without even putting it in.
You need some protein, but urgently,
Because you're not skinny anymore, you're almost transparent.
It's as clear as day, the whole ARMY is dead,
After this, they'll be like a turd in the desert,
That nobody steps on, nobody smells, nobody sees,
Because the one who shit it died of thirst 3 days later.
I have so many lyrics that I bought an imaginary notebook,
To forget about the pages because I always write daily.
In this rap thing, who can beat me? It's myself,
And to do that, they have to clone me.
Too much versatility for so many short minds,
Lady Gaga fused with Calle 13 and John Travolta.
Understand that things are not going to change, buddy,
You were born and you will die being the same asshole your mother is.