Текст и перевод песни Proof - Garras de Acero

Garras de Acero

Los mismos malos habitos, las mismas costumbres
Activando bombas, provocando derrumbes
Tu rap se difumina, mis frases se difunden
No existe ni mota ni mc tan fuerte pa que me tumbe
Mas que un rapero me siento un exterminador o un cocinero que sale de repartidor
Camino en el guetto y el policia es el mas culero, no le da miedo el ratero ni el rapero hardcore
Lo que escribo es dinamita no intentes que se derrita
Ellos no inventan imitan, lloran si no los invitan
Ellos no rapean vomitan, y tienen basura escrita
Que todos estan escuchando pero nadie necesita
Los alcaldes les disparan siempre arriba de la cara
Si el alcalde disparara ¿sentirias que algo cambiara?
Situacion que no es tan rara, en la escena del mañana
Sentirias que algo cambio si ahora tu eres el de la fama
Yo estoy esperando como un arbol en invierno
A que la cancion perfecta se aparezca en mi cuaderno
Terrorismo contemporaneo, arte moderno,
Este disco es una bomba que no lo escuche el gobierno
En esta epoca de poca platica y de muchas paginas
Yo no quiero paz, quiero pasar a la otra pagina
En esta epoca de poca monta y de muerte pronta
Tengo ideas muy grandes para una vida tan corta
No me extraña, la telaraña en mi alacena
No estoy limpiando mi casa estoy limpiando su escena
No me extraña, es solo otra tarde cualquiera, yo con otra seguidora tu con otra sudadera

No es por mujeres y dinero, es porque quiero
Y no son barras de rap, son garras de acero x4

Raperos pasajeros parecen conmovedores, no van en nuestro estereo van en nuestros tenedores
Creen que son esritores y nacieron para actores, se sienten mal en la calle pero bien tras vastidores
Son porristas asustadas fuera de sus vestidores, son artistas inspirados en grandes televisores
No se fien de sus ventas para creerse los mejores, las peores religiones tienen mas consumidores
Yo no estoy buscando publico, soy de esos cantautores que estaban buscando rimas y encontraron seguidores
Haters crecen como flores, yo vine de jardinero
Mis tijeras las mejores, talan arboles enteros, hay un bosque de esos ñeros esperando a que fracase
Yo soy un fracaso al contrario de mis frases, ya que vives en el caso del rap que los otros hacen, pon replay y haz un repaso de como se usa una base

Claws of Steel

The same bad habits, the same routines,
Activating bombs, causing collapses.
Your rap fades away, my phrases spread,
There's no weed or MC strong enough to knock me down.
More than a rapper, I feel like an exterminator or a cook who delivers.
I walk in the ghetto and the cop is the biggest asshole, he's not afraid of the thief or the hardcore rapper.
What I write is dynamite, don't try to melt it.
They don't invent, they imitate, they cry if they're not invited.
They don't rap, they vomit, and they have trash written down,
That everyone is listening to but nobody needs.
The mayors always shoot them above the face,
If the mayor shot, would you feel that something changed?
A situation that's not so rare, in the scene of tomorrow,
Would you feel something changed if now you were the famous one?
I'm waiting like a tree in winter,
For the perfect song to appear in my notebook.
Contemporary terrorism, modern art,
This album is a bomb, don't let the government hear it.
In this era of little talk and many pages,
I don't want peace, I want to turn to the next page.
In this era of little money and early death,
I have very big ideas for such a short life.
It doesn't surprise me, the spider web in my pantry,
I'm not cleaning my house, I'm cleaning your scene.
It doesn't surprise me, it's just another ordinary afternoon, me with another follower, you with another sweatshirt.

It's not for women and money, it's because I want to,
And these aren't rap bars, they're claws of steel x4

Passenger rappers seem touching, they don't go in our stereo, they go on our forks.
They think they're writers and were born to be actors, they feel bad on the street but good behind the scenes.
They're scared cheerleaders outside their dressing rooms, they're artists inspired by big TVs.
Don't trust their sales to believe they're the best, the worst religions have more consumers.
I'm not looking for an audience, I'm one of those singer-songwriters who were looking for rhymes and found followers.
Haters grow like flowers, I came as a gardener,
My scissors are the best, they cut down entire trees, there's a forest of those posers waiting for me to fail.
I am a failure, unlike my phrases, since you live in the case of the rap that others make, press replay and review how to use a beat.