Текст и перевод песни Omega El CTM feat. Jonas Sanche - Underground (feat. Jonas Sanche)

Underground (feat. Jonas Sanche)

¿De qué underground me hablas?
Si escuchas el grupo que esta de moda chico
Si triunfan dices nah con esos no me identifico
Que son vendidos
Que ensucian la movida
Por favor
El chicle que mascaba ya perdió el sabor
Y a la basura otro grupo olvidado
Cuestionarán si sonaste en la radio
Si haz triunfado
¿Qué lucro?
Si somos el genero peor tocado
No me engañan ya he dejado 17 años de legado
Bienvenido a la ruleta rusa
El percutor hará contacto con la pólvora
Y no hay excusa
Pa' que no salga la bala
Usa la cabeza
Esa donde usas tu gorra
Analiza y luego dispara
Tu respuesta es inconclusa
Esto es chile
Aquí el que no se arriesga el rio no cruza
Y diles que somos miles
Que el sur es hardcore
Y que tenemos misiles
Alto alcance contra proyectiles
Que la suerte no a todos les toca
Que rapean sí
Solo porque tienen boca
Dicen que tienen fe
Pero yo les veo poca
Es más
Los veo como campeones sin copa
Son como el típico envidioso
Yo lo noto
Está bailando
Pero quiere bailar con la mina del otro
No quiero que me escuchen
Quiero que me entiendan
Nosotros los raperos somos sinónimos de leyenda

Underground yo he sido
Es lo mío
No cambié
Esto es de verdad
Son rimas
Son calles
Son años tarimas de antaño
Tranquilo tacaño
Acompaño tu envidia con mi rap

Underground yo sigo
Es lo mío
No cambié
Esto es de verdad
Son rimas
Son calles
Son años
Machacando cráneos
Doble hache suena en tu estéreo como una bomba

Oye yo trabajo a pulso
A mí nadie me escribe los versos
Sigo igual que siempre
A diferencia que a escucharme estas propenso
Han sido años en silencio
Preso en textos que hacen arder
Aquí en el inframundo se cuece la mierda underground
Que no se puede esconder
Yo solo grabe y vender
No se si han de saber
Que no les sale ya ven
A mi no me pueden joder
Yo sólo escribo canciones
Las consecuencias solas han de caer
Yo no busco na' manejo la traición
Tu no digas que yo soy ABC1
Teniendo a mi fami en Dicom
Van con-
Denando hablando
Del que ahora suena
Mi rio no traía piedras
Y desemboco en la escena
Y eso los quema
¿A cuántos la codicia los ciega?
Y se despa'ilan cuando su cara con el suelo pega
Voy con Omega
Cargando el mundo solo en mis hombros
Yo hago rap
Vivo hip hop
El resto es todo un estorbo
Oídos sordos pa' tu impotencia llena de prejuicio
Yo sigo con la misma estructura desde mi inicio
Depresiones son canciones sin hacerles tanto anuncios
Quieren vivir del rap
Pero se quejan por el precio de la entrada
Llega un extranjero y se la pagan
Y al rapero chileno usted lo pifia desde la grada
Creyendo que tienen lana
Envidiando no sacan nada
En tu oido metemos rimas
Que explotan como granada

Underground yo he sido
Es lo mío
No cambié
Esto es de verdad
Son rimas
Son calles
Son años
Tarimas de antaño
Tranquilo tacaño
Acompaño tu envidia con mi rap

Underground yo sigo
Es lo mío
No cambié
Esto es de verdad
Son rimas
Son calles
Son años
Machacando cráneos
Doble hache suena en tu estéreo como una bomba

Underground (feat. Jonas Sanche)

What underground are you talking about, girl?
You listen to the hottest band, babe.
If they make it, you're like "nah, I don't identify with them."
That they're sellouts.
That they're dirtying up the scene.
Please.
The gum I was chewing has lost its flavor.
And another forgotten band goes in the trash.
They'll question if you've been on the radio.
If you've made it.
What profit?
If we're the worst genre to be in.
Don't fool me, girl, I've already left 17 years of legacy.
Welcome to Russian roulette.
The firing pin will make contact with the gunpowder.
And there are no excuses,
For the bullet not to come out.
Use your head.
The one where you wear your cap.
Analyze and then shoot.
Your answer is inconclusive.
This is Chile.
Here, he who doesn't take risks doesn't cross the river.
And tell them that we're thousands.
That the south is hardcore.
And that we have missiles.
Long range against projectiles.
Luck doesn't reach everyone.
They rap, yes,
Just because they have a mouth.
They say they have faith,
But I see little of it.
It's more,
I see them as champions without a cup.
They're like the typical envious person.
I notice it.
He's dancing,
But he wants to dance with the other guy's girl.
I don't want you to listen to me.
I want you to understand me.
We rappers are synonymous with legend.

I've been underground.
It's mine.
I didn't change.
This is real.
They're rhymes.
They're streets.
They're years, old stages.
Relax, cheapskate.
I accompany your envy with my rap.

I'm still underground.
It's mine.
I didn't change.
This is real.
They're rhymes.
They're streets.
They're years,
Crushing skulls.
Double H sounds on your stereo like a bomb.

Hey, I work hard.
Nobody writes my verses for me.
I'm still the same as always.
Except that you're prone to listening to me.
It's been years in silence.
Prisoner in texts that burn.
Here in the underworld, the underground shit is cooked.
That cannot be hidden.
I just recorded and sold it.
I don't know if they know.
That they can't get out, you see.
They can't fuck with me.
I just write songs.
The consequences will fall on their own.
I'm not looking for anything, I handle betrayal.
Don't say that I'm ABC1.
Having my family in Dicom.
They go con-
Demning, talking
About the one that's playing now.
My river didn't bring stones.
And I flow into the scene.
And that burns them.
How many are blinded by greed?
And they freak out when their face hits the ground.
I'm going with Omega,
Carrying the world alone on my shoulders.
I rap.
I live hip hop.
The rest is all a hindrance.
Deaf ears to your impotence full of prejudice.
I continue with the same structure from my beginning.
Depressions are songs without making so many announcements.
They want to live off rap,
But they complain about the price of admission.
A foreigner arrives and they pay for it.
And you boo the Chilean rapper from the stands.
Believing that they have money.
They envy, they don't get anything.
We put rhymes in your ear
That explode like a grenade.

I've been underground.
It's mine.
I didn't change.
This is real.
They're rhymes.
They're streets.
They're years,
Old stages.
Relax, cheapskate.
I accompany your envy with my rap.

I'm still underground.
It's mine.
I didn't change.
This is real.
They're rhymes.
They're streets.
They're years,
Crushing skulls.
Double H sounds on your stereo like a bomb.